Nathan Harris Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

My hand curled into fist on my lap, the same people that are supposed to protect us are still working with the enemy, and putting our lives at risk. “And as for the other videos,” Harris continued, “we need twenty-four hours to confirm their authenticity and match the timestamps with past incidents before we can officially reopen the cases and place a quiet arrest warrant on Nathaniel.” Twenty-four hours felt like a lifetime to me. He paused before adding, “For now, both of you need to stop coming to the station. We don’t know who the mole is yet. I’ll communicate any updates directly with Marcus.” “Thank you, Harris,” Marcus said, standing up to shake his hand. “I appreciate your effort.”

"I sent you his details just before I came in. His name is Omar Rivers. Twenty-seven and was assigned to guard duty. Looks like he might have been a packless wolf or a rogue up until about a year ago when he ended up here. He has had a few run-ins with local human law enforcement here and in a few other states. I suspect Nathaniel lured in quite a few characters like this Omar guy with the promise of money, booze and women." "So, Nathaniel isolated and imprisoned his own people and then brought in potential criminals and outsiders to be their jailors?" Lucas' upper lip lifted in a snarl that was from both disgust and rage. "That's fucked up." Johnny shrugged. "Greed is a powerful drug." "It

Grimmie had died as a teenager, and her whole life had stayed frozen at that age. "You did fine," I murmured reassuringly. I gently brushed her hair. "It's all in the past now, so forget whatever should stay forgotten." She obediently bowed her head and gathered her thoughts for some time before picking up the pen again. "In that case… could you nuzzle me?" I was utterly speechless. What kind of weird obsession was this? "It's fine if you don't want to. It's my fault for being too greedy, so I'm really sorry…"

"What does that mean?" She looked at me with deep sympathy. "We have an intercept from the Philadelphia Ninth Precinct. Three hours ago, Daniel Vance flawlessly fabricated a first-degree murder charge using your old biometric profiles. Nathan King has just been arrested. He’s locked in a maximum-security holding cell, and the Vances are currently dismantling his entire board while he’s pinned." The world around me seemed to violently tilt, the air completely leaving my lungs. Nathan. Arrested. The image of his fierce, protective face flashed behind my eyes, instantly clashing with the terrifying realization that he was trapped in a cage engineered by our mutual enemies.

That is all I can say before closing the distance between us shortly. "You want to kill him don't you?" She asks as if she noticed the murderous expression on my face when we talked about Edward. I ignore the question she asks, "I just recently found out that Edward, the Councilman, and a couple of others are involved in trafficking." There's a ghastly expression on Nova's face. "When I was in B-20, they had numerous groups. Project Haywire was the freak shit that performed on our brains before giving us code names. There were other groups like Project Lazarus, Haywire, Syria, and 001. Project Lazarus, these were trained assassins that were tasked to deal with killing people of power or anyo

she whispered, licking his lips and whispering to her quietly, awaiting her reaction She smiled sarcastically as she thought he was her friend.. just fuck her.. "So you're a criminal too, have you come to gloat at us now?" She screamed to continue with hatred and hate while crying

“There is nothing to be afraid of, trust me. I promise he is nothing more than your average criminal, and the most he might have been a few knives on him. This isn’t Breaking Bad, I’m not sending you into a drug den here, Harken.” Harken isn’t convinced and knows Nate is having him walk right to his death rather than a prison sentence like he previously expected. “So, when do you expect us to do here?” he asks. Nate shrugs. “Nothing much, more confirmation that he is hiding out here, and based on the gang graffiti covering the side wall I would say this is the place. I have a few cameras in my car that I want you to set up around the area.” “Cameras? What for?”

"And I don't need to snoop to see you're pissed. You're radiating it like a space heater." Lucas scoffed and looked at the ceiling. "See? This is exactly why this is a bad idea. I don't want a partner who narrates my internal monologue. It’s a violation of privacy. It’s creepy." "It's part of her skill set, Hale," Mercer interrupted. "And you're going to work with it, not fight it." "I don't need a mind reader to do my job," Lucas snapped. "I’ve been tracking Scars for years. I know his patterns. I know his routes."

“What did he mean when he said I didn’t know?” I tensed up but didn’t answer her. Instead, I just drove. I couldn’t tell her anything about those people without giving myself away. I was pretty sure she was already suspicious of me. I heard her take a deep breath and saw her turn towards me out of the corner of my eye. “Nathaniel, are you going to answer me? What was that guy talking about?” “That guy is a menace to society. He’s a bad guy who’s big into crime. So just stay away from him.”

He stated through his clenched teeth, pulling me closer until his hands were resting on my ass, " No! Because that makes you happy! See, I am trying to become a gentleman. I didn't kill him but I made sure that he had forgotten some parts of his memories about Ryan.. me...and especially..YOU!" He let out the last part with a growl and bent down to kiss the corner of my lips as if he was missing me. I let him do whatever he wanted because I missed him too. I hated to fight him, knowing that all he was doing to protect his brotherhood and Ryan. His voice sounded stern midway abruptly, " I have a surprise for you!" _____________ " LET ME GO! YOU BASTARDS!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM ANASTASIA B