Criminal Minds Jones Novels & Stories

"You don't get to treat her like one of those gangsters you've been cozying up with. She's not a criminal; she's the victim. She's only-" Jones shuffles some papers around for a moment. "Twenty- one." She looks back up at me and holds my gaze with her steely one. "She's twenty-one years old and she saw her parents and little sister gunned down, right in front of her. You don't get to treat her like the bad guy. We do our jobs to protect

Two days later, Matt held a meeting in the conference room in the basement of the station with his deputies. Matt only had five deputies. Normally, that would be fine for a small town with the occasional disturbances, but for a murder investigation - it was going to be tight. “Okay, men, I have a strong lead in the Jetsen case.” Matt pointed to a mug shot he had taped on the whiteboard. “This is Darren Josiah Jones, goes by the nickname D.J. This is a mug shot of him from two years ago. He was arrested for obstruction of justice. He got one year of community service. According to my sources, he was Joe’s supplier.” Matt moved his finger down to the mug shot under D.J.’s. “This is his cousin,

Officer Mayes knocked on the window again and the lights went out. “So, his name is Benjamin Jones. A known criminal and all round society hazard,” she said, reading from a file. “Is this his first sexual assault?” I found myself asking. She looks at me confused and back at the file in her hands. “Uhm, no, it isn't,” she said and I nodded. “Why do you ask that?” She asked. I was about to answer when my phone suddenly opened and I was back looking at pictures of Hazel. My eyes drifted to a message underneath her picture and I gasped.

~Arya~ “Miss Manchester, did you and the victim have a fight on the rooftop? What was the cause? Did she say things to get under your skin? Was there a scuffle, a bi arument that made you lose your mind for even a second?” My gaze dropped to the detective’s badge. Jones. He must be a really big fan of Cassie. It was either that, or he was just being an extremist. He seemed eager to get me incriminated for the crime I didn't commit.

the police officer continued to interrogate. Mrs. Jones wiped her tears away and said, “I’m… not very sure myself.” “You took the money from someone, yet you don’t know who they are?” “I truly don’t, and he didn’t tell me who he was either. I couldn’t recognize him either. He merely said that he had enmity with their family, so I took the money without asking much about it.” “Then can you describe to us what he looks like?” … After the interrogation, Simon was no longer a suspect. Since Mrs. Jones was an accomplice, she would not end up in jail. However, she would not be let off the hook and unpunished either.

I took my phone and started checking information about Detective Jones. At this point I knew what to do in order to get him working for me, detective Jones was a very corrupt cop and I assumed that whoever paid him, paid him well so bribery was not a way to get him. I needed just a little information to get him working for me, I had to blackmail him. “What are you thinking about?” Johnny asked. I glanced at him with a smile on my face, I wondered what brought back his mood. “I didn’t realize you that were awake” I said.

I can't go there unless it's our only hope. The Jeep is in my name. Once I hit a city, every speed radar in the state will have record of me driving through. I'm sure the Gimonde family has my picture by now. They'll know I work for Moon, but they won't find out much after that. My records show Jones as my last name. I know it's not original. Doesn't matter. I've been Rack Jones since meeting Moon in Mexico. He made the arrangements for my name change to protect my family. My mother and father are still alive along with three of my brothers. I...I haven't seen my family since I turned my back on generations of law enforcement and took the criminal path. That was a few years ago. I regret not

Jones doesn't bother with identification cards and what not and likes helping children in need without much 'professional ' hullabaloo . " I don't know if I should say it but given that you brought the child to me , I think you need to know " frowning slightly said Mr Jones " When you brought the child here , I saw her flinch excessively when she saw my wife - if I'm right her trauma comes from a woman , a woman who is slightly older around forties "

I can’t go there unless it’s our only hope. The Jeep is in my name. Once I hit a city, every speed radar in the state will have record of me driving through. I’m sure the Gimonde family has my picture by now. They’ll know I work for Moon, but they won’t find out much after that. My records show Jones as my last name. I know it’s not original. Doesn’t matter. I’ve been Rack Jones since meeting Moon in Mexico. He made the arrangements for my name change to protect my family. My mother and father are still alive along with three of my brothers. I…I haven’t seen my family since I turned my back on generations of law enforcement and took the criminal path. That was a few years ago. I regret nothi

He aids getting up as Jones walked in looking like he was out for blood, he looked unkempt somehow, he has been in and out of jail and each day there were new charges against him that soon he won't even be able to get out of jail again when the people who were backing him had seen that Rafael wasn't backing than on the fight, they had abandoned him and that's when other smaller voiced that wasn't heard before started speaking up and at this rate, Leonard was going to be sent away for a pretty long time and he was glad to be the Genesis of that, an evil man deserves to be served a dose of his own medicine. "I am sorry sir, he walked in even when I told him not to," "It's okay Steph, you can g