Criminal Minds Quotes By Reid の小説・ストーリー

But Reid wasn’t going to give it freely. Instead, Reid’s expression shifted, softening into something almost conversational, as if they were discussing weather instead of murder. “You’re smart, Julian. Smarter than you let people think. But smarts don’t always keep you alive. Sometimes they just get you killed faster.” Julian’s pulse kicked hard. His instincts screamed again, louder now, urgent, but his limbs felt heavy, sluggish. Reid leaned in just a fraction closer, his voice silk over steel. “So… what are you going to do with what you know?”

The pen feels like it weighs ten pounds. The pain in my wrist screams as I sign. My signature wobbles across the page. But I do it. For Reid. Richard’s smile is instant. “Take him home,” he barks, pointing at the screen. I watch as Reid is led out of the dark. I don’t know where to or by whom, but I pray for the first time in years that he is safe. “You know you won’t get away with this,” I say. My voice is quiet. Cold.

Brown. My first two months here were a struggle. Having the ability to read people's minds was not always a gift, it's rather a curse. I remember one instance while I was waiting for Martin just outside the school premises. I saw a man standing across from me. An ordinary person would never suspect that he was up to something evil. But his thoughts were clear to me. I can read minds. The man was waiting for his supposed victim. A woman crossed the pedestrian lane, going in the direction of the man. I knew she was in great danger but I cannot shout and tell her that she's about to get killed by that man. Besides, I didn't know if she would believe me, he was her husband after all. A day after

Reid and I used to drink this kind of tea during our early adolescence, so I always have it inside my refrigerator. I sat back on the bed waiting for him to be relaxed. After some time, Reid cleared his throat and began to speak. "We treat them like our own family. We share with them what we have but all they could repay is betrayal", Reid's voice quavered. He was referring to Uncle Sam and Charles whom he thought he could be trusted in META. I know it was hard on his part because he was the one who asked Dad to give them a higher position in the agency and yet those two, looted a big amount of money for their own interest. Aside from that, Uncle Sam was responsible for the Thiopental Sodium

Seeing a door, I dashed towards it, opened it and slammed it shut. Time seemed to fracture. The world around me blurred into meaningless shapes and muffled sounds while my mind locked onto the source of my terror. What was going on? I thought the Mister said he cleared the debt. I saw the papers…he…he said they wouldn’t bother me anymore. “And you believed that?” A voice echoed in my head. “You know those men longer than the Mister does. You know how devious they are. Did you really think they’d let you go? Just like that? Remember…it’s not only about debts to them. It’s mainly about tormenting their victims to death.”

Reid turns around and comes to face with the black barrel of a pistol, pointed right at his head. "If you make any harsh moves, I won't hesitate to blow out your brains, I have done it before, I will do it again if I am pushed." Reid's clenched fists had unclenched, and for the first time in the day, he lets his shoulders droop in defeat.

Before the police took Reid's men away, he came to Reid and squatted down in front of him. "Reid, do you have anything else to tell me?" He asked gently, "When a man is near death, he speaks from his heart. You should also tell us what you know. Don't worry, your men didn't cause much harm today and the law will definitely give them a fair verdict. You have to have faith in me. Tell me the things you know, and I'll do my best to take care of your men in the future." That day's situation went completely beyond Trevor's expectations. Since someone wanted to assassinate Reid, Reid must have known something important. He did not want to miss that chance.

Elliot was wholly stupefied. When he finally snapped out of it, he stumbled forward to apologize—but before he could reach me, one of the guards kicked him back to the floor. I looked down at him from above, my voice cold and cutting. "Assault, intentional humiliation, property damage, and unlawful confinement. Those are the charges against you, Mr. Reid. Every second of what you just did to me is clearly recorded on the security cameras. You can look forward to spending the rest of your life in prison—and losing every penny your family owns to pay for it."

Reid was there, surrounded by his own pack members, looking smug and self-assured. I felt the anger and the rage bubbling up inside me, but I kept it under control. I had learned long ago that a cool head and a steady hand were the keys to success. "Reid," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You know why we're here." Reid snorted, "I don't owe you anything, rifraff." I bared my teeth, my claws extending from my fingers. "You owe me your life." Reid laughed, "You and what army?"

Someone went online and posted about the incident at the courthouse entrance. The news was quickly shared by many accounts with massive followings. In today's society, a shocking headline would certainly get a lot of attention, and this one about a lawyer who helped his mother's killer get acquitted undoubtedly fitted the bill. Soon, many people in the comments had unearthed information about Zachary and Gigi. Just like what happened at the courthouse, everyone piled onto the two of them. Gigi remained as arrogant and indifferent as ever, probably because she assumed that Zachary had done away with all the evidence that could've incriminated her. As the news went viral, she even started a li