Reid Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

“No more waiting. If Reid’s already shown his hand, then whoever he’s working with won’t stay quiet for long.” Cassian gave her a long look. “You’re starting to sound like me.” “I think I’ve been sounding like you for a while.” That made him smirk—just a little. Reid Reid slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was parked on the edge of the docks, engine still running. The rain hit the windshield like static. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Then deleted it. Then typed again. “They know. They’re coming.” He hit send.

I swirled it slowly, watching the dark red liquid move in circles before taking a sip. It was good wine, expensive. But right now I could barely taste it. This was because my mind was elsewhere. My mind was far off on the iron claws, boaz had told me earlier about the leader of the iron claws, Clifford. That bastard. Honestly, no matter how much I tried to take my mind away. My mind still ends up drifting toward it. The ambush. My men who had died in that evil act and lastly the shipment that was stolen by those bastards.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to stop pretending this is only about Friday’s lineup.” The line was so direct it knocked the breath sideways in Miles’s chest. He could still smell turf on himself, rubber, sweat. Reid’s expression was controlled, but his eyes were not mild. This was the man who ordered suicides until somebody vomited and then told them to hydrate and reset. That same absolute certainty was now aimed at something else entirely. Miles’s voice came out rougher. “And if I don’t tell you to open it?” Reid’s answer was simple. “Then get up, lock your mouth when I tell you, and take what you’ve been circling around for weeks.”

"I'm here as a father. Arthur Penhaligon tried to kill me twenty minutes ago. My security team is compromised. My whole life is a lie. Please I need your help." The door unlocked with a loud, metallic clunk. Dr. Reid pushed the door open. She was a former state forensic investigator who had vanished off the grid seven years ago after exposing high level government corruption. Her hair was cropped short, graying at the temples, and she wore a sweater. She looked at my bloody knuckles, my wrinkled, rain soaked shirt, and the desperate, broken look in my eyes. She stepped aside. "Get inside before someone sees you." Her studio was small, cold, and smelled strongly of black coffee and soldering

I was still confused. " So how does Mr Reid fit into this?" I asked Chance who already looked exhausted. " Mr Reid used to be a feared drug dealer in the day, but with time he quit but still has influence over some crooks in the business" " So why go into a business deal with Reid? Why not just ask him for help? They do seem particularly fond of him" my questions are only to calm down my scared mind.

Maddox added. “Tell me about it.” Reid stood, filled his coffee cup, and sat back down. He met my gaze, his frank and honest. “We all have pasts, Richard. I went to prison. I stole—I mean, I allegedly stole millions of dollars. Your sperm jumping an overeager egg is hardly criminal. It’s biology.” I blinked, because really, I had no response to that.

"No, this is not Maman." Reid, renowned for his photographic memory, had memorized the details of all the notable figures from various countries. He couldn't be mistaken. The powerhouses, relieved, exchanged glances. That made sense. It was inconceivable that such a renowned powerhouse from Falconia—ranked within the top 500 global powerhouses—could be so easily killed by Adrian's subordinates. This outcome saved them from seeming too incompetent. "Mr. Reid, that's not necessarily true." Idris, with his round belly, stepped forward. He bent down and rummaged behind Maman's ear, discovering a small medicine patch.

The two headed out. ******** Brett approached Gibson and nudged him as they watched Reid take Hannah upstairs. They were all silent for a while. They knew well that something was going on. Rosanna cleared her throat as she pointed to the kitchen. “So, has Reid been sleeping well?” Brett asked as Gibson shook his head. “I think I saw him checking the locks three to five times at night,” Gibson answered. “It’s like OCD,” Gibson added. “The way he looked at Hannah was full of love it was also full of ideas…” Rosanna added. “Reid would look at Hannah with a serious face but a little gentle. It’s like, he’s sort of calculating something.” She crossed her arms.

Just as I opened my mouth to plead again, Adam gestured, and his men stepped back. “Now that we’re all acquainted, I have a few questions.” Reid spat blood. “Go to hell.” One of the men raised a hand to strike him—then froze. A hole appeared in the center of his forehead, followed by the deafening crack of a gunshot. He dropped to his knees, life snuffed out of him before he hit the ground. Bile rose in my throat. I expected screams, chaos—but instead, the room held its breath. Silence weighed heavily, thick with fear.

“You stay here. Lock the doors behind me” “Damien -” “No.” His eyes met mine. Not cold. Not cruel. Just resolute. “If Reid’s involved, he’s dangerous. Let me deal with him”. Then he was gone. But Reid was already two steps ahead. Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. I tried to distract myself. Failed. Then a voice spoke from behind me. “You’ve been digging places you shouldn’t”. I spun. Reid stood just inside the study, one hand in his coat pocket. Calm. Deadly calm.