Criminal Minds Season 1 9 Novels & Stories

He was dark in complexion and had a huge build for his age. "Zamani Mamba at your service, Room 9." He held out his hand, and I shook it with my suddenly sweaty palms. "How may I help you?" He asked. I looked over his shoulder and tried to get a glimpse of what was happening back there, but it was too dark for me to see anything. "Did you say Room 9?" I asked even though his uniform said it all, not to mention that he had appeared on TV before. Room Nine were like a classified department in the police force and they dealt with paranormal cases and investigations.

His fingers shook as he swept a cold smile across the crowd. “The memory decoder is a new product. Data misalignment is normal. Maybe Finn altered the memories before he died to drag his wife down with him. After all, he’s a murderer who even dared to kill his wife's parents!” A team member burst in, face ashen, shouting, “Chief! Another murder just happened in the south district! The victim was carved up and had bones severed—the method is exactly the same!” Linda struggled to her feet. She looked at me slumped in the chair, long devoid of life, her whole body shaking.

“I can’t do that. The suspect has not confessed to her crimes.” My hands clawed. I was ready to strangle him for that statement. But I maintained some sanity and asked, “What crime?” “On the thirteenth of October, she ran over the victim and, with the help of her accomplice, she buried the victim instead of taking him for medical care.” “Detective Ifami, was it?” “Yes.” “Your brain… It’s missing from your head, isn’t it?” “No. I am very healthy.” “No. No. You are not.”

My thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling through headline after headline as the knot in my stomach pulled tighter and sharper. "Former CEO of A&G, Derrick Robinson, Officially Under Investigation for Fraud, Money Laundering, and Coercion." "More Victims Come Forward—Former Staff Reveal Shocking Abuse Behind Closed Doors." "Anonymous Insider Leaks Documents Detailing Derrick Robinson's Hidden Accounts." My breath hitched. The living room suddenly felt too small, like the walls were inching closer. "Nat?" Jasmine's voice came out careful, it was as if she was testing deep waters.

Why am I complementing these criminals? Something is really wrong with me. But, first, I need to get out of here. All the men are approaching the pile of black and expensive cars that were parked in front of the cafe. Alright, I am just going to wait until they are all gone and I can leave then. I let out a deep breath and calmed myself from panicking. I averted my gaze from them. After a few more minutes, I looked at them again. All the cars started leaving. But, there was one car who didn't move as if it was still waiting for someone to get inside.

Frederick’s satisfaction with his informants’ work quickly faded as he absorbed the chilling reality. Leonard Hugues, 32 years old. One of the five executives of Lafleur, the most notorious criminal organization in Marseille. Known for his unmatched combat and weapon skills. A man whose brutality knew no bounds. “He killed two unarmed men just for touching his woman?” Frederick murmured, astonished. He let out a strained laugh, attempting to mask his growing unease. “I never imagined my brother would raise such a monster.” His gaze shifted to Jacques, who stood silently, visibly uneasy. Jacques seemed on the verge of speaking, but hesitation held him back, leaving Frederick to wait impatient

But still, the truth will pierce you and will drill deep into your mind, slipping through your thoughts. Serra felt like her heart shrank into the size of an atom, lost and then gone as the truth hit her like a poisoned arrow, painful and torturous. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Mira is a Badblood. Her mind repeats. Should she be scared? Mira is a Badblood. Should she hate her? She's a monster. Her kind killed your father, a voice inside her said. She's your friend and will never hurt you, another voice inside her said. She just stood there confused and unmoving. She felt a lump on her throat and her eyes started to blur.

"Okay…" "Please spare no detail, never know what may help in a criminal case, right?" "Uh-huh…" She wasn't sure about all that, but she basically told him the story starting at the Christmas party when Jon and Veronica hooked up. He listened with a large interest on the edge of his seat as though it were some James Bond kind of story sprinkled with Dr. Phil antics. When she was done, he just stared at her. "So um, I think Detective Johnson suspects I killed them all."

His eyes rimmed red as he continued, "I can't prove it was just a dream, but Wesley is here. You're here. We're together." He cradled my face, pressing his forehead against mine. "We nearly fell for her trap. Grant me redemption. Let's protect our family together." I shut my eyes, nodding as tears fell. This time they were not cold. Sleepless hours stretched. Our hands clasped as we quietly watched over Wesley. The police disclosed Tessa's full confession. Sick obsession was her motive. A week later, the charges were dropped. Tessa got sentenced for attempted assault, trespass, harassment, and more.

I planted a thought in my mind: "There's no point in calling the police. Since she's pregnant, they can only arrest her, not detain her. It's better to send her to a psychiatric hospital." Mom immediately changed her plans after hearing my thoughts. "Call a psychiatric hospital! This woman has gone mad!" Yvette kept shouting, "Why couldn't you just stay in the countryside? Why did you go to donate your blood? Couldn't you have laid low? Why did you have to be discovered? How is it fair that you get everything without lifting a finger?