Quotes From Criminal Minds Tv Show Novels & Stories

And I was caught immediately. "Where are you going, honey?" "I can't believe you, Sophia!" Charlie grabbed Sophia. Naturally, Christopher was holding me. The Lawson brothers were here. Mr. Quincy tried to come to our aid, but they bought him over with money. The club owner and his bodyguards left. I was struggling the whole way, and I was sobering up. They took us back to the villa, and to my horror, they easily cracked the passcode. "What are you doing?"

Marco. The entire gallery was thrown into an uproar of whispers and murmurs, but Vincent wasn’t done yet. He turned to face ADA Carter with an evil smirk plastered on his lips. “And lastly,” he started, fishing out another file. “This is security footage from the FBI’s own interrogation room, showing Director Hargrove and Patel assaulting Mr. Caldwell during questioning.”

"So was it a misstep of passion, or are you really the type of woman to allow two bank robbers to have their way with you in their penthouse kitchen?" "Both," I admit. I've piqued his interest in the dissection of my mind. Something tells me this muscled, tattooed criminal is more sensible than he demonstrates despite his outward facade. "I was never given the opportunity to be f*cked in the kitchen by bank robbers, so how can you tell me I'm not that type of woman?" "You're an interesting person, Eden Smith." "I'm glad you recognize that." He chuckles, waving toward the kitchen cabinet nearby. "Your shirt is up there. Grab it and go back to bed. I'm going to speak to my brother about your r

I sucked in a shaky breath, forcing myself to talk. "They weren't criminals," I snapped, my voice rising, shaking. "They weren't—they weren't like you who kill people for his entertainment." My words echoed in the room, hanging in the air between us. Dante's eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that my words had any impact. Dante chuckled. Slow. Dark. Icy. The sound sent shivers down my spine, raising goosebumps along my arms. My mother's face flashed in my mind—her kind eyes, her patient smile as she helped me with science homework. Had those same hands sold drugs that destroyed lives? Had that same brilliant mind I'd inherited been used for destruction?

“…Unhand me. You’re just a pot calling the kettle black!” “Xav, I literally have video footage to prove my innocence. Feel free to check it out,” replied Zivon who didn’t allow her to budge. “Oh please, I know how good your men are at editing videos. That aside, bathrooms and restrooms are unmonitored, so who knows what kind of shady business happened there? Only an idiot would trust the proof presented by a criminal! Speaking of which, didn’t you say that you were going to find her before this? You were willing to disregard your health for her, so why are you playing dumb now, huh?”

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

“Kipnicki and Howser. The two biggest mouths on the force. If brains was chocolates, the two of them combined wouldn't be enough to fill a damn m&m. They spend all of their time talking out their asses.” “Trust me, I noticed.” She tells him with a roll of her eyes. “I find it very crass and unprofessional that they would say, loudly and publicly, that they wish a man would get 'the chair' for murder, when so far he is only being questioned. They shouldn't get to try and sentence a man at his place of business, slandering his name.”

“I don’t know, Ms. Gray, you tell me.” “Jesus Christ, Detective.” She stood up abruptly. “How did you get your license?” It was her turn to hit him where he didn’t like. “This is crazy. Everything you’ve said is crazy. And you’ll be just as crazy to believe the words of psychotic murderer such as Simon Tunes!” He took to his feet as well. “Don’t you dare question my credibility or sanity. I could have you detained in the station for all I care.” “No, you can’t. Not with this bullshit evidence.”

He glared at the psychologist. “We have dead cops,” he said in a clipped tone. “Good men and women who won’t be going home to their families tonight because of some psycho who will kill anyone and everyone in his path. What does he want? Scarlet Paine. That’s all we have to go on. So you can see why questioning your patient is a priority for us.”

“Don't think for a moment that you're better than me because you happen to know a few things about me. Look around, as long as you're in here with me, then it doesn't make us any different: we're criminals.” “No, you're wrong.” I said, shaking my head. “We are not the same; I am not a criminal. I don't know about you, but I'm not. Perhaps, when you eventually get back your memories, then we'll know what you did and why you're here.” “I am sure that I didn't do anything to be here.” she said, her voice shook slightly with tears. “I am sure of that.” “We can't be so sure.” I said, flashing a smile across her worried face. “It could be that you did something terrible, else why do you think you'