Nathan Harris Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I grabbed it, seeing my private investigator’s name on the screen. “Check your email,” he said without preamble. The line went dead before I could respond. I sat back at my desk, opened my laptop, and clicked on the new message sitting in my inbox. The subject line was simple but ominous: Nathan Carter – Background Check. I clicked on it, and as I read through the details, my irritation transformed into something darker, more suspicious. Nathan Graham had been an orphan, just like Dominic and Raina. He had grown up in the same orphanage as them.

His obsession was no longer abstract, it had taken root in every thought and every heartbeat. Across the city, one of his operatives, a lean man named Harris, crouched behind a corner, binoculars in hand. “Target spotted,” he murmured into a hidden mic. “Senator Hart leaving the community center. Alone, heading east.” Nathaniel’s lips curled into a thin, cruel smile. The image of Isla walking briskly, oblivious to the shadows trailing her, ignited a dark thrill. “Follow her. Every step. I want everything,” he said, voice low, venomous. “And… keep an eye on that Alexander Langston. He must not interfere.”

"Do you believe that this is past? Would you believe that a few documents could bring me down?" Williams gave a smerald. "No, but what happens next will." It was at that same moment that the doors opened once more, and police enforcement officers entered the building. One of the officers made the announcement, "Mr. Nathaniel Harrington, you are the subject of an arrest warrant for the offences of fraud, corporate sabotage, and bribery." Suddenly, Nathaniel jumped to his feet. "This is ridiculous!" The previously unshakeable confidence that Nathaniel possessed began to crumble as he was led away, and Freda watched as he was placed in handcuffs.

“This is getting more complicated by the miniature. We ought to tread carefully—if there’s a greater player included, we don’t need to tip them off.” As the hours passed, the group worked resolutely, filtering through records, making calls, and piecing together the perplex. The title “Riley” drove them down a few ways, each one more convoluted than the final. It appeared that Matthew and Damon had been included in a web of criminal activity distant past the kidnapping endeavour. There were associations that were into organised wrongdoing, cash washing, and indeed a number of high-profile vanishings. By the time evening rolled around, Harris was depleted, but there was no way he was leaving n

“When did the headaches start?” “Maybe a few weeks before I got out of Colorado.” Camille frowned in confusion. “Why?” The three males exchanged a look. The knew something she didn’t about what was happening to her and yet they seemed reluctant to share it with her. “Guys!” Camille cried out in exasperation. “What are you not telling me!” “Nathan Reeves is wanted for having associations with a terrorist group, murder, money laundering and assault just to name a few of his crimes.” Kal spoke up gently. “We think that Nathan did something to you that has been causing your headaches.”

While making love, Halsey couldn’t help but feel the scars on his back. “When I was in jail,” Nathan narrates. “I was planning on my revenge against Daniel. In order to do that, I knew that I needed power. Hal already got me a plea deal but I needed more. I needed to learn the ways of the underworld. So I began to study everyone in jail. I learned their behavior, their psycho. During this, I came across Jason, Gerald, and Parker who were notorious crooks.” “In order to get them on my side,” he goes on. “I had to go through many tests.”

The weeks following Isabella’s arrest were a whirlwind. Once the constant threat of The Raven settled down, our lives slowly began to take a turn for the worse. Nathan and I were assisting law enforcement and provided every bit of information we gathered during our relentless pursuit. It finally felt like we were making real progress, but the shadow of The Raven’s Web still looms, their presence a constant reminder of impending danger Nathan was especially driven, his mind unwavering as he teamed up with Detective Harris and his team. The determination in her eyes was moving and sad; This war became his own, a mission to reclaim the power that was stolen from us.

I'm so fucking nervous now. They all grab a few beers. I didn't want one, but I take a sip of Nathaniel’s to prepare myself for this shit. I climb into the hot tub next to Nathaniel and Liam. I'm shocked that there is still room between all of us. It could even fit one more. "So what is it you suspect Conan of?" Hayes asks. "We think he has a hit out for Nara and her co-boss Killian. He hired a gang of professional karate assassins that we told him about in the past."

The hum of servers and encrypted drives fills the space like static in the air. Nathan works alone, sleeves rolled up, face tense under the glow of monitors. Sweat beads at his temple, though the room is cold. On the screen, lines of code scroll. Databases blink. Folders vanish one by one. “Ethan will return soon. And whether he’s alone… or with Fallon…He’ll be looking for blood.” He deletes the last of it—all data tied to Ethan Farwell, the Hawkes, the cover identities, the operatives they hired.

“We’ve received reports that Nathan’s seen in the presence of Clarence Johnson, the Alpha of the Blue Mountain Pack. We’ve confirmed that Nathan is alive and now in Blue Mountain Pack Territory. The timing’s extremely suspicious for him to decide suddenly to return to a pack he has nothing to do with for decades. Blue Mountain’s been losing members because of its lack of territory and resources. It gives them a perfect motive for committing such an underhanded action. With Nathan here, they could have avoided the security systems.” “That makes little sense. How would they have contacted Nathan? We have nothing to do with them. Not since they tried to take us over before I was born. What reas