Criminal Minds Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

My mind races, connecting the dots at lightning speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Mindy Williams, my gorgeous chief accountant is Maurice's ex-girlfriend. And the nudes she sent me by mistake were meant for Maurice. “Just curious,” I tell Maurice, shooting him a glance. But my mind has already wandered off, thinking about that video with Mindy fingerfucking herself, grinding her hips, and shaking from her orgasm. My dick is rock-hard in my pants in an instant. Fuck, what are the chances? Jesus, I need another shot of vodka.

I reminded her calmly, “you already had blood on your hands. You were already dealing. Already killing.” Her face paled. “And I loved you anyway,” I went on. “I loved you when you were already broken.” I leaned closer, forcing her to hold my gaze. “I was the only man who ever did.” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. “Damien won’t,” I said softly. “He can’t. He doesn’t even know who you really are.” I studied her eyes—wide, terrified, fighting not to crumble. “You’re a criminal,” I said flatly. “And soon, you’ll be wanted by the cops.”

The memory was beginning to fade as I tightened my grip around my mate's mind, the thought of giving Cian a migraine occurred to me in a split moment and yet I needed the information that only he could provide, the thought of entering another wolves mind this deeply sickened me. The faced from around him became a blur as he focused on my unconscious body within his arms, the presence from around us seemed to double as judgmental eyes filled their nonexistent faces.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

When he turned to face me and our eyes locked, we both froze. A tense silence stretched between us like wire pulled tight. His expression didn’t change, but I saw the flicker. He recognized me too. And that was when the floor dropped out from under me. Because now… I knew that the man with the warm voice and gentle touch… was Dominic Grave Maddox. My mother’s killer. The devil I had promised to destroy. The reason I was wearing this goddamn ring. He took a step towards me. Just one. Measured and calm. Like a predator who already knows you are cornered.

“So you’d dream of me.” He winks and starts walking away with the rest of my pillows. When he reaches the door, he stops, his hand resting on the doorknob. “If you do kiss another man, pray I never find out about it.” “Are you going to stalk me, Crosswalk?” He shrugs. “In that case, I’ll kiss every man in my pack just to prove to you that you don’t own me.” “I don’t own you. Neither do those men. But… you’re carrying my child.”

The same man I thought I had escaped from, and would never cross paths with him. The headlines in the newspaper flashed in my head and I groaned. Jaxon Arden Gray. The Leader of the Vixen Mafia. All his presence did was bring back unwanted thoughts that had tossed me into one of the darkest periods in my life. The guilt, the hate, the self-loath, and disgust, alongside utter regret. It didn't help that I couldn't even stop staring at him. I couldn't bring myself to stop.

I'd found what we needed to stop Cross. In the ambulance, getting stitched up, I checked my phone. Multiple missed calls. From Marcus. Sienna. Dante. Rachel. One text from Marcus. Sent at seven AM. *Where are you? I'm tracking your phone. Hold on.* He'd saved me. Again. Santos called. "The drives are gold. Cross ordering twelve murders Daniel documented. Plus evidence of crimes he didn't confess to. Weapons trafficking. Human trafficking. Financial crimes beyond what we knew." "Can you void his immunity?"

Absolutely. I’ll keep it fast-paced, emotional, romantic, and natural, with the biker atmosphere and bad-boy/good-girl contrast. Since it’s only ten chapters, I’ll make each chapter actuall Amara had never been somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. At least, not intentionally. She stood at the edge of the abandoned warehouse parking lot, staring at the crowd in front of her and wondering how quickly she could leave without anyone noticing. Probably not quickly. There were motorcycles everywhere.