Jason Gideon Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

The officer asked professionally, “Mr. Jason, why was your location traced to Melvaris? How were you in Melvaris on business and accidentally ventured into the Obsidian Cartel’s territory?” Jason stammered, “I... I only remember being drugged, then a hood covered my head. After that, I don’t remember anything. “When I woke up, I was in a small, dark room! I... Those people who captured me said I was in Melvaris!” He got worked up and slammed his hand on the table. “This must be a new kind of crime! Why aren’t you arresting the real criminals? Why make things difficult for me, the victim?!”

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.

He grew increasingly irritated the longer she spoke. "All right, I'm hanging up," Jason spoke. 'Are all the girls these days so stubborn?' After hearing Icy's response, Jason showed the rare emotion of anxiety. He felt if that girl really took extreme measures, he feared that Madison would most likely be depressed for the rest of her life. Jason instantly called Silas' phone since he knew to rely on the government to find someone. Moreover, he naturally included Jaden as well. He learned to find someone with ties to the criminal underworld since they would have a lot of manpower to spare.

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

“It coils back through three major anchors and a decoy. The decoy looks like a childhood memory.” “What memory?” Leah asks. “A red bike,” Jason says. “Loose chain. Blood on a knee.” “Not his,” Ghost says. “Borrowed memory. Planted.” “Then ignore it,” Ben says. “Real anchors?” “First anchor is training. Second is a safe house in Prague. Third is—” Jason frowns. “Third is a sound. A woman singing.” “His mother?” Leah asks. “No data,” Ben says. “Ghost’s file is sealed on early family.”

“But supposing that there had been something in it – well, then, it might explain why Jason Barker wanted to proceed cautiously.” “I have Sergeant Higgins doing background checks into all the society members as we speak and until he reports back to me, I have no earthly reason to suspect Captain Godden of anything.” “Of course not,” I agreed, “Anyone else.” “Kenny Giddings.” “Who is he?” “A nephew.”

I sat down and tapped the keys, my fingers moving by instinct. A notification was blinking on the main screen. No sender, no subject, just a video file. I clicked it. The screen flickered, then cleared. It was a small, concrete room with no windows, just a single chair bolted to the floor. And in that chair was Gideon. My breath hitched. He looked terrible. His face was a map of purple and yellow bruises. One of his eyes was swollen shut, and his hands were cuffed behind his back. But his other eye, the one that was open… was sharp. He wasn't broken. Not yet.

Gideon is mysterious because he is leading the people around him in a chaotic situation. I mean, I didnt even think that he could spy on me and this one. I am sure that he knows this place. He knows why there is an experimentation that is happening below in his mansion. I know that the true method of knowledge is science. But no amount of experimentation can ever prove the right. Nevertheless, a single experiment can prove the wrong. All I have to ask for now, is to confirm whether he is the mind of this crazy scientific method or not.

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.

“Maybe someone betrayed Lana’s trust.” Her lips tighten, eyes narrowing, and all I want is for her to stop looking at me like that and for once treat me like a daughter. Gideon’s mind-link brushes mine. Stay calm, little wolf. We’ll find the truth. His trust anchors me, but guilt claws my chest. I’m the hacker who swapped the video, turning Lana’s scheme against her. If he knew, would he still call me his pup? Gideon turned to Adam, as he approached. He found nothing when Grandpa had sent him out earlier. “Forget about looking around for clues. Just secure the footage and trace its source,” he ordered, his alpha command rippling through the hall.