Criminal Minds Quotes By Reid Novels & Stories

I reminded him. "Save me like helping me break out of jail while I roam around as a suspect of murder and being wanted?" Reid asked in one breath. "Nah. You'd be free. No one will mention about you being a suspect or whatever." I mentioned. "Get the fuck outta here, you weirdo!" He spat.

As if he were holding something fragile, he didn’t trust himself to deserve. “Tell me,” he said. His voice was controlled, but his eyes weren’t. His eyes looked like the last thread on a leash. “Tell you what, exactly?” I breathed. “That I still have nightmares about the abuse I endured when I was younger? Or how helpless I felt that I swore I’d never be that helpless again?” The second the words left my mouth, something in Reid shifted. Not surprise, but recognition. As if he had already known something ugly lived under my skin, and hearing it out loud just made it real enough.

" Hey! She never killed any human! " I yelled as Wilson crossed his arms " I didn't kill her, just some garlic in her soup, she will be out for a while. " Wilson said standing as they were taking Max. " Hey! Where are you taking her? " I tried to fight but Farid points his gun at me. " Don't move! " They tied her to a chair while I'm just taking a step. " I said don't move! My mom is dead because of you witch! "

Reid, the guy we’d caught for treason was in the basement, strapped to a chair that was bolted to the ground. Rex led us to the basement. I wanted this to go quickly and possibly not use my fists. “He still hasn’t spoken,” Rex said. “Good luck.” Rex opened the door and let the three of us in. “Isn’t it the fab three?” Reid said. “You’re in a chatty moon,” Storm commented. “Good sign.” “I’ve got a lot to say to you, Maverick,” Reid spat. “I don’t even know you man, but let it out, man.” I crossed my arms and my shoulder protested.

" Find the best lawyer ever to defend you, I will also help you to reduce your sentence as long as you cooperate and reflect on all these problems well. And I'm sure if you want to be honest and try your best to reflect on your mistakes and promise not to repeat them again I will never discuss the previous crimes where you always committed such cruel acts to your victims. Isn't this already a relief for all that you have done? You should be aware and understand and it's better for you to try to reflect on this as best you can. " “Do you think I will care? Do you think I will believe anything you have said? In fact, I will never care about anything you say because I think anything that is com

“Then I can conclusively infer that you’re the culprit in murder of Albert Connor-Mckinney, Max, Mary Adele White and sheriff Morgan.” A look of dissatisfaction began to appear on his face. Before we entered the interrogation room, agent Tom advised me. “Psychopaths all like to take credit for what they did. You have to make him believe he didn’t do much. By so doing, he will admit to other crimes he has committed.” Remembering that, I smiled. “Now that I think of it, you didn’t do much,” I mocked. Smith’s POV “Is he trying to get on my nerves or is he really serious?” I thought. How can he say that I didn’t do enough.

He says and walks to the other side of Gray's bed. " Hi." Reid tells me. That's one of his normal greetings since we barely talk. He always acts awkward around me. Don't know why. I think part of the reason is because he threatened me before and smacked my butt. " Hi." I reply. He nods and turns to look at Gray who hasn't let go of me yet. " Moskov is still missing." Reid states. " You really don't have to fight it Gray. You're still recovering and you should stop thinking about the Mafia." I tell him.

Did their Alpha go crazy? “We just need to capture him,” Reid smirked. “Break him piece to piece.” Thinking about removing his fingernails one by one from fingers to toes… they can break the fingers. His head was racing with ideas on how to torture him. Surely, the Marquis would pay the judges or the prosecutor. They will let him have their way. Giving them their last happiness. “Reid,” Brett called as he stopped laughing. “Sorry,” Reid sighed. “We’ll prepare for tonight and we need to capture that bastard who put a tracker on my car.”

“Interrupt me one more time and I will hang you from the vent, your body will shake so much as you try to break free then I will slice a piece of your skin and shove it down your throat. When the cops find you they would think you were just a cannibalise psychopath.” He swallows hard and I continue flexing my jaw as I read through the file. I have never bothered about reading the past sin of my victim to make them notice why they needed death but he needed to hear the things he had done so that he could be sick and repulsed by the things he had done.

Ashton loaded his gun and pointed it in front of Reid's head and saw him with a deathly look. " Please…… pl… please sir… . don't…….. don't kill me " Reid said being panicked. " It's not going to happen. I have decided to give you a very bad death with so much pain that you yourself will beg to die but I promise you to give you easy death that's why I'm just killing you by shooting so be thankful for it " Ashton said in a cold voice of his.