Criminal Minds Jackson Rathbone Episode Novels & Stories

They left the scene immediately, as police officials could arrive anytime. Liam drove Alice back to their home, their hearts still pounding with adrenaline from the intense confrontation with Jackson and his men. As they walked into the house, Liam's phone rang. He answered it and spoke briefly, then turned to Alice with a grim expression. "That was one of my guys. They've found evidence that Jackson had been involved in a string of human trafficking cases, selling children and women for money. He was a monster, Alice." Alice shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if Jackson had succeeded in keeping her captive. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.

Though still, changing just because of a new person being the source of her happiness would not justify everything she used to do. While looking at every store she passed by, she suddenly felt someone forcefully grabbing her as she later found herself pinned on a wall in an alleyway. It was like déjà vu except that the person was not Dakota and the person was actually going to kill her at that moment. “Not so tough now that you’re not with your three minions and your sex client basketball boy, huh?” It was Rachel. With an arm pushing on the blonde’s throat while her other hand was pointing a knife to her neck. “You can’t just embarrass and abandon me like that at school when I did nothing bu

That thought was sobering and made her nauseous. It felt like hours later when the closet door slowly opened, and Jackson stood at the entrance. His chest was bare now, and the dressing on his side wasn’t in place. She could see the top of what looked like an infected animal bite. When her eyes lowered to his hands to see if he still had claws, she saw blood on his fingertips instead. The reality of her situation hit home. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen blood on him, so Jackson was indeed a murderer. Maybe that was why he had been so blase about his conversation with Dylan about getting rid of her.

Damien Through out my time as a military police officer, I had seen enough fucked up shit in my line of duty but not one as diabolic as what I just witnessed. It dawned on me that I still had no idea what was going on in Renaissance and this information that Jackson got was invaluable. I understood why he was jittery. He really went in deep down the rabbit hole and came out she'll shocked. I inserted the flash drive into the side of my MacBook and waited until whatever was on the flash displayed.

Victor screamed, half-rising from his seat. "No," Jane shot back, her voice flat and lethal. "You lost the city because you’re bad at math. Sit down before you hurt yourself." Kenji slammed his glass onto the table. Thud. "Enough. The past is a corpse—stop digging it up. I’m paying, which means Jane is the boss on the ground. Deal with it." Victor sank back, teeth grinding. "Fine. But I want results." Victor choked back a curse and nodded. "Fine. We have a rat. A former Moretti soldier is in a precinct holding room. He’s talking to Rachel Moss at six tomorrow. If he opens his mouth, we’re all dead."

" Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison. David was convicted of harboring a criminal and obstructing justice. He was sentenced to a year in prison with a two-year suspension. The school doctor was charged with practicing medicine without a license, fined seven grand, and stripped of his qualifications. As Esther was being led away, she suddenly turned back to look at me. "Eve." I met her gaze but said nothing. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out. The bailiffs escorted her away.

Chaos broke out in the mansion. I scanned the crowd for the rapists. That was when my eyes landed on Jackson. He was running toward the back door while the crowd was still confused and bewildered. I went after him without thinking, without caring for my safety. Jackson swiveled around. A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes as he pulled out a dagger from his pocket and thrust it straight at my chest. The dagger's blade pierced my skin and buried itself in my flesh. I closed my eyes, but I saw the cops pinning Jackson to the ground a moment before it all went dark.

Craig said, As Craig and Mary continued their conversation, they were oblivious to the unfolding drama outside the gym. Unknowingly to them, the infamous gangster kingpin, Jackson, had his sights set on entering the gym house. His reputation preceded him, and the gym's security systems had already flagged him as a dangerous individual, Jackson approached the entrance confidently, unaware that his presence had already been detected by the gym's advanced computer system. A robotic voice boomed from the speakers, "Access denied. Entry not permitted. Please vacate the premises."

“The boss owns most of this mountain. I can’t think of a place close enough for the boy to go to with those fish. Not unless we have squatters. If so, the boss ain’t going to be happy.” “Perhaps we should tell Mike of this. He should know if there are squatters or at least send some men to investigate.” Jackson nodded and offered his arm for her to hold while they made their way back up the path toward the camp. Things were just not adding up. Once again, he felt that eerie chill up his spine. Memories of the skeletons of the murder victims filled his head. He was eager to get back to the ranch and away from that creepy place.

‘Jackson, tell me you believe me. ‘Keep quiet,’ he ordered, and stepped aside to face the detectives, nodding to them. ‘Dermont,’ the first man said. ‘I’m surprised to find you here.’ ‘Hutchins. Rawlins.’ Jackson shoved his hands deep into his pockets and fixed his hooded gaze on the two men. ‘What’s all this about?’ ‘You know these men?’ Rachel wasn’t sure why it alarmed her that Jackson was associated with the officers, but his distance and the fact that she couldn’t sense any of his thoughts frightened her. He didn’t glance at her or answer.