Criminal Minds Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I recalled Cross’ confused tone turning to frantic anger as we spoke on the phone for the last time, after one of Matt’s friends had successfully helped me rig both the warehouse, and a cornered Serpenti himself, with explosives. ‘I should never have trusted a bitch like you.’ ‘You will regret this!’ ‘I wish I had killed you when I had the chance.’ All that, and streams of curses in Italian filled my memory, yet it only brought me to a satisfying end: seeing Cross look defeated for the first time in my entire life. That I, Alicia Duncan, was the one to bring Cross, the powerful mafia Don to his knees and to face death with no repercussions, was a victory. He was dead now. As for Mikael and A

It relishes their pain and blood painting my face. “I would go now princess, no need to thank me,” my wolf growls and I can hear Cassandra’s whimpers before I hear her hurried footsteps running off. I turn at the sound of one of the men groaning, I should finish him off before he calls for help. The man looks up at me with so much hate, “Fuck you!” he spits a bloody glob at my feet, then his eyes glaze over. I quickly swipe at his neck but I know that it is too late, he mind linked the other Hunters. This is bad.

Lilah's POV : The days following the raid at the docks blurred into one long, painful haze. The weight of everything—the gunfire, the betrayal, and Ivan’s chilling words—pressed against my chest like a physical burden. I couldn’t sleep without hearing the echoes of bullets ricocheting off concrete or seeing Ivan, bloodied and stoic, leaning on Damien as we fled the scene. Now, we were back at the safe house, but it felt anything but safe. A storm brewed within its walls, a silence so sharp it was deafening. Ivan barely looked at me anymore. His cold demeanor, once tolerable, now felt like knives slicing into my skin.

If he burned, he burned on his own terms. That’s the rule. That’s my rule. Later that day, I marked another point on my mental map. A crawlspace under the chemical wing. A body with its neck snapped. Blood message. No fingerprints. Whoever was leaving this trail was playing a game. And if Thomas was tangled in it too? He better hope he knows the rules. Because I don’t lose. And I don’t follow. I hunt.

If Alex Cross can put a tracker in my centurion card, what's the guarantee that I won't have him kicking down my door the moment I swiped the cards? Fuck. My hands tremble violently, and I curse myself for tying my soul to Cassian's, for letting him haunt my every waking moment…as if the air without his scent was poison to my lungs. “Ma'am?” “Can you give me a fucking minute? Jesus Christ!” My fingers rake through my hair,nails digging into my scalp before I pull it away. Where will I go? Far away where he can't find me? What if I want to be found? What if I want to bump into him on the street and fall right back into him?

The sheet made him shuffle awkwardly towards the bathroom and slowed him down. He didn’t like her being out of his sight, but he also didn’t want her listening to their conversation. He didn’t want her to know what he knew. She may have been a victim once. But when a captor inflicted enough damage onto a victim, they could become the criminal too. He hoped he was wrong, but Craig’s words made that hope fade. Alrick didn’t know what he’d do if he needed to find her guilty. He’d need to hand her over to NARC officials for a fair trial. Alrick hated himself for thinking of it.

“So that you could pitch me the idea of helping me escape again? And then kidnap me when I finally agree?” She scoffed and inched closer. “You still wouldn’t drop this accusation.” I walked closer to her, the rage burning through me evident in my expression. “I don’t know how I would do it, but I promise to blow your cover. One way or the other. Watch me!” My voice dripped with venom as I spoke. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “I would like to see you try. All evidence has been erased.” A sinister smile touched her lips as she straightened up. That bitch!

He was embedded deep within an elite federal task force investigating organized crime on the eastern seaboard—a specialized unit that had been aggressively trying to locate and crack the five-billion-dollar legacy account for years. "He has been hunting this money like a fanatic," Marcus said, bringing up Crawford's hidden financial profiles on his screen. "Crawford is completely obsessed. He wants the fortune so he can retire early, disappear off the grid, and live like a king in a country without an extradition treaty." "So he stole my son to force my hand," Axel said, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles in his face jumped. "Yes," Marcus replied grimly. "And based on his psychological pr

‘I am a Victim. One dreadful night, I woke up. I was blindfolded with a tie and my hands knotted with thick rope. I was captured by a ruthless Italian-American Mafia. My father owed him a huge amount of money and he was going to get it back by breaking me into pieces until I was completely ruined. He was the deadliest, merciless and most handsome man I had ever known and I was his muse for his cruel pleasure. And in twisted ways... I got to like it. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE.

A paranoid speculation. What if the men he worked with, the ones who brought him the wolves, were the ones who’d actually blown all of this up in his face? What if he was being double-crossed. I kissed her quickly and took some of the threads myself, helping her work through all these minds, making certain the images we provided were consistent… and ridiculous. But the trouble remained, because the more minds we delved deeply, the clearer this network became. And even though I knew we could hunt them all down eventually, I also knew there was no way we were reaching all of these people tonight while the pack was attacked under the mountain.