Gideon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

She breathed out in relief but a headache started forming in place of her fear. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a hushed voice, scared someone would hear them. With no intention to reply the uninvited guest stumbled into the room scarcely dressed and dirty. Hungry and drained he fell to the ground but the determination to live was boiling in his veins like lava. *** Gideon's POV The past week has been hell for me. The police and my personal investigation boiled down to one person but the motive behind this act is still strange to me. The doctor said it will take months before Grace might recover her memories. I feel helpless not being able to be with her through it.

He shouted, “Lydia is the culprit! She’s rotten to the core! Even though she was locked up at the police station, she might’ve snuck out and committed the crimes! “We all saw it! There’s a small path behind the police station that isn’t covered by surveillance. Lydia must have slipped out through that blind spot! “Lydia’s father made his living as a locksmith. Maybe she secretly picked up her father’s skills. Maybe she snuck out to commit crimes when the guards were asleep!” The crowd’s gaze fell on me. They looked doubtful. Sergeant William began to suspect me, too. Meanwhile, Gilbert smiled triumphantly. “Sergeant, you need to arrest her! She killed someone with her car! She must pay!” The

I shouldn't prolong this, he should have been dead minutes ago. ''No, I'm sorry, okay?'' I smiled. ''I'll make this quick.'' He started to shake his head furiously with a pleading gaze and I sighed. ''I'm being nice, George.'' I pat his head. ''You raped Senator Ashton's daughter and countless other girls. You managed to escape prison, but you can't run forever. He wants you to suffer a slow torturous death, this is me being nice..don't test me.'' Blood continued gushing out from the hole in his side and he bowed his head with a resigned look on his face as he shivered all over.

Davis's POV “Gideon had confirmed being asked to do some task relating to the kidnapping of a child but was immediately asked to drop the job” Vincent explained as we walked out of the room. “What's that? Who's Gideon?” I raised a brow as I walked out of the room, leaving the fucking doctor to cough his lungs out. “A leader of a small gang in Westfield. He is one of the men sent last time for the mission with Austin” Vincent explained as he went on to show me the guy's picture on his phone.

“Not her. Those stupid guards that I hired to— never mind.” “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me, Gideon. You think I didn’t know that the taxi driver was one of your men?” Gideon didn’t immediately respond to what she said, instead, he just looked at her for a few seconds… which lasted up to a minute. His deep brown eyes were staring at her like he was reading her mind and looking at her soul. His brown eyes brought something different to her, making all the hair at the back of her neck stand up.

There was no anger on his face, only deep, weary insight. "She's dead," I rasped, the sound alien to my own ears. Gideon walked in, picked up my discarded clothes, and draped them neatly over a chair. He didn't ask for details; he already knew everything from the Pack communications. "Yes," Gideon said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "You lost your Mate, your prime suspect, and your only living witness to the larger conspiracy." I slammed my fist into the stone floor. "I did everything right! I granted her treatment, I gave her a chance to live! It was the Rogue! They chose to jump!"

Moving rocks, digging ditches, cleaning bathrooms. “I see,” Gideon said, when I was finished, “You thought that this was some sort of fitting revenge to make her do the same things you had done?” “Yes, I suppose so,” I muttered. “You do believe that you and I are mates, yes?” he ducked his head to meet my eyes. Mutely, I nodded. “You may have your doubts about me, and my intentions, but you believe our bond is real?” I nodded again. “You know Dierdra is a liar, and yet you let her words get to your head,” Gideon frowned, “It seems to me like there’s something else going on here. She played you, but she also knew you would be susceptible to it. Why is that?”

Until the last one fell, defeated, he would fight. Sabin leaned forward, anchoring his weight on his knees as he laid his arms steadying himself. "Anything?" "Plenty?" Gideon said. "Nothing," Nora countered with a roll of her eyes. Gideon wasn't possessed like his siblings, but he was a rogue. Unlike Sabin, the man couldn't utter a single truth. Everyone in the room knew to believe the opposite of whatever he said.

Fearful that my father had been correct about us both being imprisoned, I was surprised by Cedric patting my upper arm and telling me to relax. “Who is your red-eyed companion?” I questioned him. Chuckling, he replied, “That's Gideon Landers, the former Council assassin, but he's retired now and only comes to help when asked.” Concerned, I asked him if my dad would be disposed of, and he narrowed his green eyes and shook his head. “An investigation will be conducted, and he will likely get sentenced to a few years or more for being untruthful, ” he explained, and I exhaled deeply.