Spencer Reid Criminal Minds Death Novels & Stories

“You should’ve been here already. Your name’s been cleared from everything. No connection to the forest. No logs, no comms. It’s like you were never even on that mission.” Reid swallowed tightly. “I wasn’t supposed to be. I.. dammit, I knew something was off.” He rubbed a hand through his hair and let the guilt simmer in his tone. “I should’ve stayed close. He needed me.” “You think?” Julian bit out. “They’re charging him with homicide. There are photos, ballistic matches, footage. The story’s airtight. It makes no sense, but it’s locked in.” Reid’s eyes flickered toward the skyline. His reflection in the glass stared back, still, deceptive.

He smirked and asked, "What do you think would happen if I threw Yves and Taylor together, Spence?" Spencer looked up from his seat behind the desk. He said indifferently, "I'm not interested in knowing, so do whatever you want. Just don't let them die." His order not to let Yves and Taylor die seemed at odds with the rumors of him being a ruthless and cruel man, but Connor knew better. Spencer wasn't letting them off the hook out of the kindness of his heart—he was being cruel by not taking their lives so quickly. After all, it was much more torturous for someone to beg for death but be unable to get it. Mental and physical torment would incite more fear than death would.

With all that evidence stacked against me, I was sentenced to death in court. Meanwhile, Isaac and Kathie got exactly what they wanted. They got rid of Marianne, the burden they no longer wanted to deal with. Then they collected a huge compensation payout, sent me to prison, and seized all of my assets. Those comments sent an ice-cold shiver down my spine. The monsters had been right beside me this whole time, and I never even saw them coming. Although I still had no idea how they had managed to fabricate such a perfect crime scene or how they had somehow made the "me" in the original timeline cooperate so completely, there was only one thing I could do now.

He retorted. Felix glanced at him the last time before vanishing from the room. * At 7am the next day, Reid was already dressed up to leave. He took an analgesic to help calm the heavy headache he woke up with, all in his mind was to head to the morgue. Since none of the investigators and hackers found something useful that would help get his wife out of the cell, he decided to go take the body of Mr Jafred to the hospital. Before then, he already gave his doctor a call and explained to him what's going on.

** Spencer ** As soon as I ended the call with Aiden, I called Max. My call with Collins was recorded and sent to the security, so I was waiting for their response so we could swing into action. I was not expecting Aiden to call and tell me that his mother was innocent and Alan was the culprit - damn the crazy Alan. “Spencer…” “Max, something's going on. Aiden just called me to say that Andrea was innocent and Alan is the suspect,” I said.

I stood quickly and asked him who did it. "Spencer, Spencer is dead, my mate was killed by the Queen and her agents," he sobbed uncontrollably. "Because he told her that he loved me and didn't want to have sex with her anymore," he added. I wrapped my arms around him and felt his grief. I liked Spencer and was sad he was murdered. "The Queen needs to be stopped Rogue, it's bullshit how she's killing her agents for not fucking her," I growled angrily and he nodded in agreement.

Robert says as he takes the last sip from his coffee cup and then places it on the floor next to him. It is impressive that he is able to drink a hot drink like that in just a few minutes. “Why does Spencer want Jacob dead?” Robert asks. “That’s the same question running through my mind.” Chad says. “Spencer stole a few trucks of cocaine from Jacob, thinking he would not have noticed, but now Jacob is after him and has sent his goons to terrify him day and night until their set time reaches to kill him.” I explain and Chad runs his hand through his hair in frustration.

The broadcast continues, cycling through photographs of Dean in uniform, shaking hands with other officers, his smile proud and unsuspecting of how it would all end, one of the pictures they'd shown had been him from the Holland and Shauna era. Raees presses her palms to her temples, shaking her head as though she can physically reject the truth. “I just spoke to him. Reid, I just spoke to him. He was alive the day before yesterday. He was relieved seeing as nothing happened after he met me, he was alive. And now—” Her voice breaks, and she covers her mouth with one trembling hand, her eyes turning slightly red as it dawns on her. She might have just caused the death of one, and the disappea

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.

I was now fully sitting up, and my eyes immediately found Spencer lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. So, that’s what Gavin meant when he said Spencer had been taken care of. He killed him; despite everything, I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad over Spencer’s death. He was still my friend even if he did something terrible… I never really got a chance to find out the truth from him… I never got to question him and get the answers I so desperately needed. But most importantly, I never got to say goodbye. “How many died?” I finally asked after what felt like an eternity of silence.