Criminal Minds Zoe's Reprise Novels & Stories

“Excellent. Listen to me, Zoe. If there is anything that can destroy a well disciplined man, it is sex. Lust. No matter how resilient a man is, once you know his kink, you know him. You have the power of sex in your hands, Zoe, and I want you to use it.” I stared at my mother, a smile creeping onto my lips. For the first time, she was acknowledging the power of sex. For the first time,she was treating my job with importance. Something she certainly wouldn't have done three years ago. “Time's up, lads. Come on Mrs. Daniels, you had a good chat. It's time to wrap it up.” The officer moved towards our table, eyebrows narrowed. “Zoe, you alone can help me now. I want you to bring anything you ca

“Wow! Listen to you sounding so proud. People like you are the reason why most cases are not solved, you use your money and influence to push your own agendas and keep criminals out of prison to protect yourselves. If you had not been interfering with my cases from the start, God knows I would have solved them by now! You may think I am stupid, but I am not, I know Jackson did not kill Becker, but you know who did. And before you even waste your breath, don’t bother, I am going to find out.” MJ snorted. “And what are you going to do once you do, pray to God and ask him to forgive all our sins?” Zoe dropped something on the coffee table. “Enjoy your little movie,” she said before she turned o

"Oh yeah! Thank you for reminding me. So apparently there have been two murders in the cells. Before I continue, can we please have the others come in? They want to spend more time with the pups and my dad, Rae's dad and Chris need to hear this as well." I nodded, then turned so that I was sitting in between Rolls' legs with my back to his front. He wrapped his arms around me while Brax told everyone to come in. I smiled as my parents entered and immediately gave me hugs, then flocked over to their grandchildren. I waited for Lester, Thane and Chris to take a seat near us. Once they did, Brax continued. "Okay, so, Chris had Zoey taken to a dungeon cell to wait for Thaddeus' interrogation abo

Some paid no attention to them but some took a glance on their direction and then looked away. Mira filled herself with the fresh air outside but the scent of blood still lingers on her nose. The image of slaughtered humans still danced on her mind. They walked silently towards the wall and lined there were were cages full of prisoners: Badbloods and humans. The cages were stacked up to three floors and they were made with hard steel. They climbed up to the third floor and shove them all to the cell. Roque closed the door and grinned at them. "Enjoy your stay" he said and stalked down.

Zoe winked seductively, flashing the asymmetrical smile she always wears when dealing with humans she finds annoying. In the next split second, Zoe shifted her focus to the three other girls to the right and left of the tall girl. "I just wanted to let you know. That black man over there will always record your activities in bed and share the video with other assholes in his group chats. Then there's the redhead, who always screams like a hungry horse when he's dealing with you. And he has a slanted eye. When you spend the night with him, you should always keep any ointment or medicine in your bag." Zoe gave a lengthy explanation to the three women who were staring at her with disregard.

Was this truly the same Zoe Thorne who usually carried herself with such arrogant, predatory confidence? “I’m just here to see if you’ve stopped breathing so I can call the coroner,” Aaron replied. He quickly masked his brief moment of doubt, reclaiming his usual cold authority. “Not dead yet,” Zoe whispered. She let out a soft, jagged laugh, her clear eyes narrowing with a sudden flash of madness. “I can’t go to my grave yet. Not until I’ve had a real taste of you first. I’m not that generous.” She reached out a shaking hand, grasping at the air between them as if he were a lifeline. Her voice broke as she whispered her next words. “Come here... please. Help me.”

“Why the hell are you just informing me?” “I'm sorry boss, I thought I could handle the situation. That night I searched with the boys but I couldn't find anything, I continued the next morning with the boys but we only found traces of fresh blood on the floor. Although, we questioned an old lady, she claimed that she had seen a man leaping around that area.” Boaz tried to explain himself but it still didn't work. Luan was still furious. Klevis heart began to pound in fear. He thought he had gotten rid of him. What if he got caught and then questioned? Everything will lead back to Diego and he was going to definitely confess. That wasn't what Klevis wanted, he wasn't ready to have all his ha

attitude caused them to make no progress in their investigation. During the final interrogation, Captain Zimmer sat in front of me alone. “Mindy, it doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not now. The security footage showed that aside from the three victims, you were the only one who went into that dorm over the past week. We also found traces that haven’t been wiped clean from the victims’ glasses. You’re the only one who can possibly be the murderer.”

A month later, the police informed me that the case was fully resolved. Adam–driven to despair after being rejected by the woman he idolized– confessed to everything. As it turned out, the moment he learned about our booking at the countryside guesthouse, he began planning the entire crime. He murdered the village doctor in cold blood, dismembered the body, packed it into a suitcase, and placed it in my car. He even hired a salon girl to pose as his lover, feeding her a script to follow. Afterward, he paid her a large sum and sent her out of the province.

Someone was reminding her that the past was not as buried as she believed it to be. Her pulse quickened at the thought, but her expression remained eerily calm on the surface. She placed the photograph flat on her desk, studying it with the detached focus of a strategist rather than the wounded heart of the woman in the picture. 'Who would do this now?' Zoe was dead. Pete was unraveling. The case files were closed. Or so she thought until this moment. Her gaze lingered on Zoe's face in the photo. There was something unsettling about seeing her like this now, alive, confident, standing in the middle of a future that would eventually collapse under its own weight.