In Criminal Minds Does Reid Die Novels & Stories

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.

"You look like his dead girlfriend. That's why he's obsessed. You're a ghost made flesh. A replacement." "You're lying." "Am I?" She took her phone out of her pocket and scrolled through photographs. Each one made my blood chill. Reed in a warehouse, surrounded by men with guns. Reed shaking hands with the criminals I had seen in news reports. Reed looking down at bodies, blood on his clothes, facial expression blank.

Snyder then looked towards the door, "Calm down for what? And where's Mindi?" He charged towards the door. The irony of the entire situation was, he knew that these officers wouldn't have bothered to come down here if Mindi was alright; he knew in his heart, after many ears of dealing with high profile cases and being able to sense a death, that she was gone, but that was a reality he just wasn't willing to accept or face. He just wasn't ready, and so he was willing to chase smoke and mirrors until he no longer could. "Mindi! Mindi, I'm back! I got your calls, but I couldn't take them.. Hey, I even have a surprise for you.."

“No more waiting. If Reid’s already shown his hand, then whoever he’s working with won’t stay quiet for long.” Cassian gave her a long look. “You’re starting to sound like me.” “I think I’ve been sounding like you for a while.” That made him smirk—just a little. Reid Reid slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was parked on the edge of the docks, engine still running. The rain hit the windshield like static. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Then deleted it. Then typed again. “They know. They’re coming.” He hit send.