Law And Order: Criminal Intent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My system went hot immediately. "Can you please try to listen to my plight, sir?" I said once again, looking at him, maybe he could at least have mercy on me and primarily could help me. "The fact that I'm familiar with you doesn't mean you can test cases like this anyhow," how could I prove to him I wasn't behaving anyhow intentionally. I swear, if not for the irresistible urges, who am I not to have caught the criminal by now.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You didn’t just ruin your life—you destroyed my fucking life. A woman and her child, Damien. Dead. Because of you.” His hands clenched the thin hospital blanket, his shoulders trembling. “I didn’t mean—” “That woman is my mother and my baby sister,” I cut him off. “W-What?!” he said, his eyes going wide. “I didn’t k-know—-” “Save it,” I snapped. “Intent doesn’t matter. Results do. You killed them, Damien, and you’re going to prison for it. No running. No hiding. You’ll face this head-on, just like you should’ve done in the first place.”

Jagger POV “Stalking people is a fucking crime,” I shout when I read the newspaper. People have lost their fucking minds, and I can’t help but laugh at the stupidity that just came out of my mouth. Yes, it’s a fucking crime, but it’s not a crime like the ones I commit. Being bound to the law sometimes makes things even more exciting for me. Knowing I am getting away with literal murder is thrilling. “Jagger, you have Cornelius on the line for you,” Janet says through the intercom that connects my office to her desk.

But the deeper I dug, the more questions arose. Why was Kane involved in this world? What made him different from Marcus Blackthorn? And why did every instinct I’d honed over years of legal training tell me that Kane was the victim here, not the perpetrator? You have no idea what I want to do to you. The memory of Kane's rough voice stirred up unwanted feelings within me. Even now, surrounded by the signs of the criminal world he was part of, I couldn’t forget how he had looked at me—like I was something precious that he wasn't allowed to touch.

Jeff cut Law off quickly and hung up the call. “But—FUCK!!” Law immediately shouted in frustration after Jeff hung up on him. Damn. He had just started to feel pleasure; his genitals were still very tense and hard, and he really needed to relax. But now it was different; his lust slowly subsided and made him no longer eager to continue this activity. Damn. If Jeff weren't his friend and boss, he might have taught that man a lesson for interrupting his beautiful fantasy about Ivo. “FUCK!” Law growled in frustration, but he got up from his bed and walked out of his room, tidying himself up a little.

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

maybe she didn't expect me to say that. But well, I'm deadly serious about it. I want her- I mean, I want her body! I want to f*ck her so badly and let out my anger through it. I want her to feel how hard my life was when she suddenly disappeared from my life. I know it will be against the law, but I will make sure that she gets what she needs in her case and in return, of course ... I will also get what I want. And that is to make her naked in front of me. That's exciting right? .

"I can't deny it." "What if, let's say, Luciano killed your adoptive parents... For instance, if Grace Biscetti who raised you were murdered, riddled with machine gun bullets, her head smashed to the point where her face was unrecognizable... Or if she were killed horribly in a staged accident, crushed under a multi-ton truck with no remains to be found... Would you still be satisfied with bringing him before the court of law?" "That's what the law is for." Tony Rico, who had been observing Eugene's face, smirked and stood up from his chair.

“Kaden was reckless, but he believed in something. You, on the other hand, seem to believe in revenge.” That hit a little too close to home. I said nothing. Moretti stepped around the desk slowly, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. “Here’s what you need to understand, Myra. This city doesn’t run on law. It runs on order. And sometimes, order doesn’t wear a badge.” I hated how calm he sounded. Like he was in control of every heartbeat in the room — including mine. “Tell me what really happened to him,” I demanded.

Made me a mother to his psychotic daughter because I look like her. He’s connected to Lord Lucifer and Alanjadro. A hardened criminal. An evil mafia boss who belongs in hell. My father will destroy both of us and break hell open. “He hates criminals,” she whispered to her reflection. But her heart was already full of Vincenzo. She dried off, slipped into fresh clothes, and climbed onto her bed. She curled up, daydreaming about his kiss, his touch, his voice and his innocent babyish look. She smiled into her pillow, even as tears slipped free.