Criminal Minds Jones Novels & Stories

Damien After weeks of going back and forth, today was the final verdict of Jones' trial at the courthouse. Because of my influence and the seriousness of Anysia's accusation, there was more than enough evidence to pin Jones down. After a two-hour break, the judge walked out of her chamber dressed in a black robe and Jones was led in by the police. Fucking paedophile! He deserved to be stoned to death. I was glad he wasn't granted bail, and I felt no pity for him. He deserved what he was getting for raping his daughter.

MR JONES'S POV I couldn't explain the kind of anger I felt whenever I sighted Jones in front of me in this warehouse. After all I'd done for him, I was still dragged like an animal towards him—a friend, a brother, a man I took in as my own. And he took possession of all I had. NOVARTIS Company Limited was made with my flesh, blood, and sweat, but he managed to coerce me into giving it up. My mind reeled at every possibility of having the opportunity to slice his throat with a knife or a broken bottle on the floor beside his legs. But all this had not been fruitful, since I was heavily guarded like a notorious criminal in this warehouse, “Sin City," like he calls it.

Cracker's POV Jones went from white to red to blue and purple all within a matter of seconds. And at one point, I was surprised that steam didn’t come out of his ears. That couldn’t be good for his health... “Harboring a criminal is against the law,” he gritted between his teeth. And I couldn’t help smirking. “Unfortunately, that only applies if the accused is already found guilty,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning into Steel to take the weight off my injured leg. “Until then, it’s innocent until proven otherwise!”

Detective Jones held what he wanted in his arms but covered so as not to destroy the evidence .It was the parcel of cocaine that had been found in Amy’s bag He was so confused at the moment as to whether to take the evidence to work or leave it in his apartment.After several questioning ,he decided to leave it at home . The Bennets were still worried that the case was taking more than usual because they wanted to clear this up and plan for their wedding meanwhile the twins and Ava were preparing for their interrogation.

Mister Dankworth sat beside Jonas and across Ariz. Ariz couldn't ignore the nagging feeling inside her chest. It was like if she stays a little longer with this man, she's not far from vanishing. "Is there something wrong miss Jones? You look pale." Jonas asked earning her a look from mister Dankworth. "I-It's nothing. Kind a hot in here don't you think? Um...shall we start?" Mister Dankworth nodded. She reached for her notepad and pen "I'm Ariz Jones. An investigator, I'll be hearing out your case. So..."

“I cannot speak for Mr. Jones, as he is not my client. I can only say that, in my capacity as her psychologist, Ryan will suffer more if that were the decision. Ryan has worked hard to claw out of the pit that Mr. Jones put her in, but he put her there purposefully and without remorse. Based on the evidence that was heard from the state psychologist who interviewed Tommy during the trial, Tommy is unrepentant for what happened to Ryan and he even enjoyed it. I have no doubt, based on that evidence and my own professional opinion, that he will do it again.” The judge nods. “Thank you, Ms. Armstrong. You may sit.” “Thank you, your honor,” I reply. Turning back to the gallery, I smile at

“I—I don’t know. He wouldn’t say. He just… he seemed scared.” Jones stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. “Thanks, ma’am. We’ll take it from here.” Back at the Station Jones sat at his desk, scowling at the photos spread out in front of him. Smith, beaten to hell. The chair leg, crusted with blood. The empty alley where they left him like garbage. Rachel walked over, a coffee in each hand. She dropped one on his desk. “You look like you could use this.” “Always.” He took a sip, not bothering with a thank-you.

Half-mouthed. A young, executive-type guy in a plum-colored shirt, open tie, looks me up and down as he passes, turning his head to catch my gaze over his shoulder. My eyes freeze on him as the third one twitches open. I catch it shut, slamming down an image of him stumbling forward as he grabs at his throat—something black sluicing from his mouth, running over his hands. Hot as tar. Smoking where it spreads. There’s panic in his eyes. Like he doesn’t know why. He’s gone when I see clear again. Another stranger I killed for no reason.

The girl chuckled before calling the other girl, who was still in the cubicle. "I think your drink was spiked. I'm glad I saw you, Alyssa! What if I didn't? Your mommy will kill me," she said. The woman also came out of the cubicle and sat on the side, "I feel like I'm paralyzed. Damn that drink!" "You two could've been in someone's hands. Someone's bad." The woman with red hair commented as she handed me the lipstick she borrowed. "You shouldn't accept drinks from strangers," I added. The four of us have fixed ourselves. It looks like the two are feeling better since, according to them, they don't feel numb anymore.

I'll kill that bîtch' Michelle gritted her teeth making Tikka chuckled "You mean Salma McKenzie?" "Huh!?!?' "Don't worry your little head Michelle. She's getting her piece of cake" Graveyard Cartel** "Where am I!?, let me go !"Fiona kept yelling trying to break free. Her hands and legs were bonded tightly with ropes The room was dark and absolutely dirty "Who ever you are, you'll pay for this. You don't know who I am!!" she hollard and a dry laughter could be heard. Fear seized her seeing Lewis emerge from the dark