Criminal Minds X Novels & Stories

A framed picture of his family sat in the corner, slightly bent. James sat down with a sigh, leaning back for a moment before focusing on the task at hand. He needed to connect the thieves they had arrested to two major unsolved crimes: the Abibba house robbery and the infamous wedding heist. His mind began to piece together the clues, knowing today’s interrogations would be the key to everything that had been bothering him.

" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What did you just say?" "I'm speaking the truth!" Her grip tightened around my wrist. "If you call emergency services and he dies in the hospital, we'll have to pay a massive medical bill! And once this gets out, my driving license will definitely be revoked. I'll never be able to drive again!" I stared at her like I was seeing her for the first time. "That's someone's life we're talking about! You hit him!" "I know! But didn't I tell you? I didn't mean to do it!"

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.

Criminal cases still dominated the cases that landed on her desk. Emily looked at the photo of her defendant, Jared Detroit. A white serial killer who had murdered five women in Chicago, Emily did not want to grant leniency on the grounds of mental illness or psychological disorders. While the trigger for Jared's crimes may indeed have been psychological issues, the man deserved a fitting punishment. Life imprisonment in a criminal cell was appropriate for him. She put away the case file and moved on to the next one. In a single day, Emily could have up to three court hearings scheduled, as judges did not preside over trials every day, and prosecutors adjusted accordingly.

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.

“Mrs. Grayson, I think you need a therapist. Whatever you went through in prison—” “I’m not crazy,” I snapped, my voice louder than I intended. He paused, his pen hovering over the page. “I know what I saw,” I continued. “That man is not who you think he is. You’re all so blinded by his money, his power, that you refuse to see the monster beneath.” The door opened again, and another officer stepped in, holding a sketchpad. They'd asked me to describe his physical features so they could sketch it out and make sure it matched the Axel Blackwood everyone knew. Because as far they were concerned, there was no way they were the same people.

"You think someone betrayed us?" Nikolai turned slightly, his eyes catching Roman’s. "Yes," he said, "someone made a mistake. And I don’t forgive mistakes," he said pressing the remote control and the screen on the wall lit up. Gasps rippled through the table as everyone glanced at Victor wide-eyed. "So tell me Victor, why is there footage of you picking up the envelope just right after Roman dropped it on my table..." The silence that followed was deafening, no one dared breathe too loudly lest they irk the boss. Victor was sweating uncontrollably as he fell on his knees, his hands lifted in surrender. He didn't get a chance to apologise because the next second a bullet tore through his sku

It could be minor crimes like stealing, fighting, destroying public property. People sent to the Crimson jail commit crimes against the moon laws, like summoning forbidden moon rituals or using hybrid powers to do evil. It made me wonder if my father was a hybrid and if he used his skills for evil. I remember the girl who read my mind when I was in the hospital. It felt creepy and I hoped I wouldn't encounter someone like that again.

There is no rhyme or reason to such an act. ‘People do strange things in the heat of the moment, sir.’ ‘Don’t I know that already Navpreet ...’ said the inspector thoughtfully. He crossed his legs and took a deep breath. ‘Twenty-six years since I joined the police force, there is very little left for me to see. And one thing I have learnt – murder is an amateur’s crime. Of course, I am talking about the regular cases, not serial killers or gangsters. Murderers, they are ordinary people like you and me ... with just one difference. Their common sense has been trumped by their desire for love, freedom, money or power. It is usually one of these. And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter rou

"Fair enough. So tell me, since you studied all type of qualifications to do with human psychology, when someone tells you how they plan to kill someone else, what do you do?" "I listen. When they are done saying what they felt, I given them my view. I'm not responsible for what you are going to do when you leave my room." "I hear you." He sighed, "Funny how... you know what, no further questions." ""Any witness from the defendent?" "No, my lord. I'll pass." "My lord, we shouldn't forget who we have on trial and what he is capable of doing. We have Mastermind, a thug trapped in a child's body. The only 17year old to have encountered several charges, from murder, rape, human trafficking, drug