Jason Gideon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

"You good? You've got that look in your eyes. That 'I'm about to burn down the world' look. I know that look." "I'm fine," Jason said automatically. But he wasn't fine. Not even close. His handler was a spy. His friends were fugitives. And the man who raised him, who gave him everything was looking like a villain even more. "We're here," Jagua said quietly, seriously. "Whatever you need. Whatever you decide to do. We're here, brother." “What I need right now, is to investigate this.” He declared. “If Kairos is what you say he is, we should investigate it.”

I called. Gideon and King Cian stepped inside. Gideon’s face was tight, shadows carved deep around his eyes, a slim folder tucked under his arm like a weight he didn’t want to carry. Cian shut the door behind them himself, the soft click of the latch sending a prickle of warning down my spine. Never a good sign. “Tell me you have something,” I said before either of them could speak. Gideon crossed the room and dropped the folder onto the desk. The thud was quiet, controlled—and final. “We finally broke open the trafficking thread,” he said. “Not the mall attacker—but I’d bet just about anything that was tied into the same network.”

That was too much of a coincidence. Maisie looked up. “I’ll get Nolan to look into Gideon. We might be able to find something.” Maisie sent a message to Nolan, who was looking at a file in the office. Gideon Robinson was born and raised in Asperia. He had accidentally killed the owner of a house they broke into four years ago. His accomplices had been arrested, and only he had managed to escape. The odd thing was none of his accomplices had ratted him out, and the incident was covered up in Asperia quickly.

Gideon snarled inches from her face, eyes blazing like wildfire. “Tell me, who is doing all this shit behind you, Zamini. Fucking spill it before I snap you into half. Speak!” He roared. Zamini squeezed her eyes shut, battling the terror clawing up her spine. Her neck bent in surrender, pleading silently, and Gideon’s jaw flexed at the sound of her whimper. His claws slid out as He tightened his hold, not to kill, but to terrify. “WHERE IS MY SON?” He demanded sharply and Dr Zamini nodded slowly with an erratic heartbeat.

I crashed onto the slick concrete, pain shooting through my sprained ankle as the leather folder's papers scattered around me in the wind. Gideon stood over me, his face twisted into a mask of pure anger. Blood was running from a small cut on his jaw where a piece of shattered concrete had hit him, and his clothes were soaked with rain. He pointed the silver pistol straight between my eyes, his finger tightening on the trigger. "You stupid girl," Gideon hissed through clenched teeth, his breathing ragged and wild. "You think a local network block will stop what's coming? The tower vault line is already live. Alexander is already inside the shaft."

The officer looked at Jason with a cold, unreadable expression. "Jason Gordon, we've received a formal criminal complaint against you. "You're suspected of corporate embezzlement, fraud, and forging official documents. "You're being taken in for questioning. Come with us." Two officers stepped forward and seized him by the arms. The handcuffs snapped shut around his wrists with a sharp metallic click. Only then did Jason finally awaken from the fantasy that he still controlled everything. He struggled wildly, twisting around to stare at me.

I called out and he stopped, "I have something to tell you about Jaden." "What could Jaden's murderer possibly tell me about him?!" Jason hissed. One thing I had confirmed was Jason was the blackmailer seeing how he didn't debunk the name. I brought out my card from my bag and gave it to him, "You should get yourself treated and when you are done, we can talk." Jason grabbed the card from my hand with his bloody hand, "Whatever you are going to say better make sense else I will send you to Anthony." "So you were the one that killed Anthony," I asked.

Before I can even move, my front door is kicked open with a deafening crash. I freeze. Heavy footsteps. Shadows moving. Then, hands grab me. Strong, rough hands. I try to struggle, but they’re too powerful. They drag me out of my room, down the hall, into the living room. And that’s when I see him. Gideon. The leader of the Dogs of Hell. He’s worse than Daniel, I think. A true monster. A man who doesn’t just kill— he enjoys it. According to what I have heard. He stands in front of me now, a wicked grin stretching across his face. In his hand, he holds a gun. And it’s pointed straight at my head.

It was mirthless, calculating, and cold. “It’s not that easy, Pierce! I’ll bring your reality before your precious Hayley and her father. They’ll know that you work for the mafia don, Salvatore Gambino. You’ll be behind bars before you can even think of harming me,” gritted out Jason, his patience breaking down slowly.

His mind continually flashed back and forth between the television show and real life. The first person to greet him, once the receptionists had him take a seat, was Jj, Kittridge Faust's giant bodyguard. When he saw Jason, Jj took the time to greet him warmly as if they were old friends. He sat down next to him and made him feel completely at home. He could not believe how gracious he was as he told Jason about his previous career as a New York City detective and his current career as a personal bodyguard for Kittridge. He stayed with Jason, offered him water and kept him company until the door to the main office opened and Fidel walked in.