Gideon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“Say it.” “Emilia.” The name landed quietly. Sebastian didn’t react. “For me,” Gideon went on, “exposure is survivable. I’ve weathered worse. But for Emilia...” Arthur stood halfway out of his chair. “You’re threatening my wife.” “No,” Gideon said calmly. “I’m explaining consequences.” Sebastian’s voice remained flat. “You’re asking us to interfere with an active criminal case.” “I’m asking you to slow it,” Gideon corrected. “Procedurally. Strategically.”

“No, she doesn’t know. I mean, how the hell do I explain to her that I kill people for a living? What did you do?” Gideon chuckles. “Oh, I know how you feel, man. I’ll never forget the day I told Jade. I remember the look on her face when I took her to my weapons room. She asked me if I was taking her into my BDSM den. I couldn’t believe it. But she seemed to accept it after I explained what I was. She says she kind of knew that I was into some crazy military shit. So I can definitely sympathize with your situation. But I wouldn’t sweat it. Things have a way of working out sometimes. Do you have any leads?”

They crash into the wall of the screen monitor, and the screens explode to life, emitting blue light at them. “Look at the screen, Nova!” Gideon's rough voice cracks through the gunfire as the dusty monitors suddenly flicker to life. My breath catches when I see the video playing. Gideon was young, shirtless, and strapped to a cold metal table. His muscles straining against the restraints as he screams: “I volunteer, take me instead. Make me her protector!” The screen monitor suddenly goes blank as bullets rip through the air around us. Gideon moves faster than should be possible, throwing himself in front of me just as two shots ring out.

This feels like an execution. Bastien’s ravaged, furious face is burned behind my eyelids. The terror in his eyes as Gideon led him away wasn’t from pain. It was a warning. He knows. The words, wild and accusatory, echo in the hollowed-out chamber of my mind. Gideon. Peter Holloway. A takeover. The baby is a chain. Madness. It had to be madness. Silver poisoning and trauma whispering lies.

“Mostly.” I looked at Ace. “You wanna play good cop, or should I?” He was already moving. “I’ll drag him in. You make him cry.” “That’s romantic.” --- Gideon was thirty, maybe, with a bad haircut and a worse attitude. Blood stained his jeans, and he glared like we’d inconvenienced him by not shooting him outright. “You must be the infamous Brielle,” he said through gritted teeth. “Infamous has a nicer ring than wanted,” I replied sweetly. “Tell me, Gideon, you always volunteer to get shot for your boss?”

Her eyes moved between Amara and Lena—back and forth, searching for sense where there was none. “What is happening?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly as Lena rejoined Damon in a hug. Damon held Lena tightly, one hand cradling the back of her head, his jaw clenched as if the room itself might lunge at her. Lena buried her face briefly into his chest, eyes shut, breathing him in like proof she was still real. Across the aisle, Gideon was already in handcuffs. Two officers held him firmly as they guided him toward the exit. His composure had completely disintegrated now—his earlier polish replaced by something feral, uncontained. His suit hung crooked on his shoulders, his tie loosened, h

Hearing their support, Lucius became completely lost in his own power trip. He walked to the front of the stage and, facing everyone, declared in a booming voice: "By the authority of the Alliance Chairman, and invoking the ancient laws, I find the criminal Clara Winters guilty of promiscuity, deceit, and treason!" He paused, a cruel glint in his eye. "I sentence her and the bastard in her womb to—" Just as he was about to say the words "death by fire," a calm voice cut him off. "Wait." I slowly rose from my seat. My gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on his stunned face.

I saw Camala and Gloria shooting me mocking looks from the corner, and I wanted to rip them apart. But suddenly, an elderly police officer walked over to Camala. With a stern face, he showed his badge. “Even though we haven’t figured out who the criminal is for this case, we need your cooperation for a case that’s more than ten years old!” My eyes widened in disbelief. I recognized him immediately! He was Officer Lewis. He had been in charge of my parents’ murder case! In the end, they concluded that Camala was my parents’ murderer, and the drunkard was the driver who was hired to kill them!

I growled. She flinched again with her eyes wide open. "I'm glad you remember." "I don't know what you're talking about Philip. I did nothing of the sort," she answered as I loosened my hold on her neck. "Oh really? Cool. You're still not going to speak the truth right? For the last time Giordana, why did you lie?" "Are you bipolar or delusional? Or do you perhaps have a brain trauma that is making you spit garbage this evening?"

She made up her mind to politely excuse herself and try to find someone more helpful. Turning back to the gentleman at herside to thank him for his time and the conversation she was shocked to see he had gone. Turning and looking all around, there was no evidence the man had ever been there! Standing, Cara continued to scan the atrium, surrounding sitting areas, and even looked out the window at the surrounding, vacant parking lot. But there was no sign of Jim Caruthers anywhere. She was certain that a man of his age couldn't get far unnoticed. She ran all around the front of the hospital but never was able to locate him. It made her uncomfortable. It didn't make any sense.