Criminal Minds Quotes By Reid Novels & Stories

“I feel sorry for what happened to your friend’s family. This is how society works. Not all murderers are sent to jail. Some people will be out there on the loose, which has caused many to deal with it using extreme methods. But you can advise your friend that risking her life to take revenge is irrational. If she fails, she might even bring shame to her dead parents. It might be cruel, but this is reality.” Heidi added, “One should not lose hope as long as they’re still alive. Based on psychologists’ analysis, 70 percent of criminals will commit crimes again.” “Having said that, don’t do such a thing again, Freya. You might’ve successfully gotten rid of the problem with Jessica’s help at th

“You being accused somehow make sense because you might have had your criminal impulse that day—” I stopped in my tracks which made him do too. I faced him and spoke in a firm manner, “Would you please refrain from speaking any symptoms related to my condition? It makes me uncomfortable. My crime-solving partner thinks that I am as evil as a criminal mastermind? Outrageous,” and then, I turned my back at him and continued my trip out of the JHB.

The way he analyzed it made my heart skip, and for a second, I was starting to think something was weird, but I dismissed the thought, noting that he related it to the movies he had watched earlier. "I pray they get a hold of that psychopathic murderer very soon," he added, obviously dejected by the whole thing...

I quickly tell him. "I have never seen anyone who enjoys torturing more than Harold," my Beta shakes his head. "You can't deny that that shit is fun. Hearing their screams is so therapeutic." He chuckles as he starts walking away. "Psychotic," Reid scoffs. "Whatever you call it," he grins before pulling the door open and disappearing through it. "I'll also go and train the new recruits now," Reid says before standing up and leaving the office. Moments after he leaves, a knock sounds on the door and Vivianne’s voice follows.

I ignored them and continued eating. Cassius scoffed. “Must’ve given the investigator a really good time.” They all laughed. “His ass must be worn out then,” someone said loudly to make everyone laugh. I didn’t stop chewing. Didn’t look up. I calmly reached for my cup. “Too proud to answer now just because you escaped this time, you little fucker?” Reed pushed, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. “Or do you think you are some kind of big shot because you made it back after committing a murder? Should I be scared of you now?” he laughed loudly with others.

He didn’t like being reminded of his own compulsions. Julian pressed, his voice rough but steady. “You want me to see you. To admit you were the puppet master. You want me to acknowledge your brilliance. Because without that, all this...” he jerked his chin toward the chemicals, the rope, the bushes... “is just a coward hiding in shadows, shooting people in the dark.” The vein in Reid’s temple throbbed. He stood abruptly, pacing like a predator circling a cage. His hand tightened on the chemical jug, then loosened again, like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to pour or prolong.

In every way a person can be broken, he has. I see the bloody bat. The glint of the knife. Reid’s voice screaming, crying, “Please, let me go home!” It haunts. To know I have lived with that man for 7 years. “He’s a demon,” I whisper, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “He’s taken everything.” The room is quiet, but my mind isn’t. A memory grips me suddenly, uninvited, cruel. It was after my first award. I can still hear the crowd clapping.

******************* ******************* Reid sat there, staring down at his hands that had his elbows rested on his thighs and his body leaned forward on the couch, his dark eyes flickering between the corpse of his grandpa, staying there longer, and the more he stared, the more his eyes burnt with unshed tears but he refused to let them fall. Suddenly, a laugh erupted from his throat. "I did it again, you were the only one who kept me sane, and yet, there you are, gone just like them but this time, I didn't pull the trigger but it was still my fault that you're gone..." He clenched his hands together, feeling them shake and vibrate while a vein appeared on his wrist. He held them together,

Denzel's eyes flashed with defiance, but Reid continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll grant you the courtesy of last words… or so I thought." His smile twisted. "No, I think not. You won't have the luxury of final words, Denzel. Your silence will be your swan song." Reid's knife glinted in the dim light, poised for the fatal strike. Denzel's jaw clenched, his eyes burning with a fierce determination, even in the face of death.

It was funny that the power-hungry freak avoided any direct conflict himself, but was not afraid to make others do his bidding, regardless of their own safety. Reid was an animal; he was tearing through the throng of wolves, killing each one that he went up against. The power he exuded was burning, causing an unusual pulsing feeling in my pussy. I was hard to believe that I was getting aroused with all the death that was happening around me.