A/N: Hi to all my regular and new readers alike. For those of you who know me and my stories yet i just want to say You and me against the world goes on. Don't panic! For those who discovered this story (and me) by accident I hope you enjoy this story and maybe check out some other stuff I wrote.
This is an AU Divergent fanfic. Some stuff is far-fetched and might even be ridiculous, but I hope you will enjoy it nevertheless. I was thinking about an modern day AU story for a while and haven't written much, but maybe if you guys like it I might write some more to this one. Reviews are as always welcomed and appreciated.
Tris's POV
It's early morning and the sun is already shining. I walk down the street to the café next to the medical legal lab where I'm working. I enter it and order three coffees, a dark plain coffee for Dr. Morgan, an Italian Cappuccino for Lucas and a Caramel Latte Macchiato for me. Marlene, the girl who seems to be there every morning, takes my order with a smile. For some reason she thinks I'm a secretary in one of the offices around the block. She was a little bit surprised when I told her one day that I buy the coffee for my co-workers, she probably thought I was still in college or something. However, she never inquired where exactly I work. She only mentioned once that she is a too active person to sit behind a desk all day, thinking that that's what I do.
"Morning Tris" she greets me.
"Morning Marlene" I greet her back.
"Same as always?" she asks although she knows my answer. She turns around to prepare my order and I wait patiently behind the counter. I check my phone to see if I have any new messages, either from the lab regarding some test results or maybe from Caleb, my older brother. He is very busy and we haven't had the chance to see each other since I got back in town. I am still concentrated on what I am doing when I hear someone stand behind me.
"Hey babe" a male voice behind me says and I turn around, purely out of curiosity to see who is speaking. Behind me are two men, one tall, dark-skinned and with a wide grin on his face and the other one a little taller than the first and with a serious expression on his face. The first man seems like an easy going person, always smiling suggested by the expression lines on his face, muscular which suggests a person who is athletic but also outdoorsy. Based on his clavicle and skull I would say he is in his early to mid twenties. The other man next to him is taller, has a tanned skin, but rather genetically inherited than artificially obtained, he is also muscular suggesting a serious physical workout program. Maybe he is a physical instructor or even athlete. However his hands don't suggest any professional physical strain, more of an extracurricular activity. Based on his skull and collar I would say mid-twenties and he isn't the friendliest of people, the lack of expression lines suggesting he doesn't smile that much. His general posture seems casual, even relaxed to the untrained eye, but he keeps his muscles tensed, as if he anticipates a strike at any moment. He is definitely not a police officer or FBI agent. He might be in private security, but again the lack of physical evidence on his hands and forearms in particular suggests otherwise. However, what captures my attention is not his tanned skin, like the one of a Greek god or his well defined chest and abdomen region, not even his full lips and the five o'clock shadow that only increases his attractiveness, no, what captures me are his eyes. They are a dark shade of blue and they seem like they could penetrate my very soul. I realize that I'm staring and turn around immediately.
"Oh, hi honey" Marlene says and I realize that the dark-skinned man talked to her. "What are you doing here?" she asks smiling looking over her shoulder.
"Four and I came to grab some coffee and say hi" he says and I can hear the smile in his voice.
"How nice. Here Tris, your order" she says handing me the three cups-to-go.
"Thank you. Bye" I say and leave the café without glancing back at the two men, but I can feel that I'm being watched as I exit the room.
The moment I'm outside I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I walk toward the lab trying to shake this uneasy feeling that suddenly came over me. Thankfully, the café is only a five minute walk from my workplace and I'm back amongst "my own" shortly.
"Good morning" I say walking in.
"Morning" Lucas greets and takes his coffee.
"Good morning, Beatrice" Dr. Morgan says and takes his. We sit at one of the metal tables were we usually perform autopsies to enjoy our morning coffee. We are still waiting on some test results and decide to talk about an article Dr. Morgan suggested to me the other day. It is a fascinating view on how external factors influence indigenous life forms in the Amazon, corrupting them and changing centuries of belief and social standards.
We continue talking until the phone rings and Lucas picks up. He only gives short answers and I can't decipher what he is hearing. When he finally hangs up he tells us that the samples we send to the lab confirmed our suspicions. The murder victim in the case Dr. Morgan and I both worked on this week was indeed poisoned. Since the case was a police investigation Dr. Morgan informs his partner, while I just start writing our final report in this case.
Dr. Morgan is the chief medical examiner here and I work basically for him. I am more qualified than Lucas, even though I'm much younger, but then again not everyone becomes a doctor at seventeen. Thanks to my ability to learn faster than most people, which some call genius, I was invited at twelve years to study pre-med at Harvard University. I don't like to brag, but that was a really awesome thing. Since then I mainly lived either in Boston, Washington or New York. I graduated when I was sixteen, being the youngest ever to do that and interned at a prestigious learning hospital in New York. But after a year I decided what I really wanted to do. I started studying forensic anthropology and started working as an intern in the medical legal lab of the NYPD. I've learned many things and even though it wasn't always easy, especially since I'm a girl and so young, but I managed to make a name for myself and now I'm a respected scientist and one of the best in my field. While Dr. Morgan works with the Chicago police I work for the FBI, but I really wanted to work with him so we share the same lab. Sometimes he helps me with one of my cases and other times, like now, I help him with his. He is one of the few people in the world that isn't intimidated by my intellect and approach when it comes to human remains. I admit, sometimes my methods are highly unorthodox, but I would never allow that any remains are damaged or let someone innocent take the fall. I'm thorough and I'm proud to say that I helped putting several criminals behind bars for good. I take my job seriously and try my best not to give the defense any opportunity to appeal when the accused is in fact guilty.
But what I love most about my job is that I can give the deceased their voice back, so to speak. People think that a doctor needs someone alive to know everything there is about the patient's body and illness. I think otherwise. I know more about a person by just examining the body. Unlike people, bones and tissue don't lie. You can't hide an injury or an illness, not when a trained doctor examines you in detail. But more importantly most of the people who end up on my autopsy table are murder victims and both they and their families deserve to know the truth of what happened. I help them by finding even the smallest clue that can lead me to the killer and the motive and give the families much needed closure. I don't usually get thank you notes or even a handshake, because people usually don't know that I was there to help. But I don't care. What I do care about is the truth, no matter what it is.
Tobias POV
I follow Uriah inside the café where Marlene, his girlfriend, works. At the counter is a petite blonde waiting for her coffee no doubt. Marlene has her back turned and prepares a few cups-to-go when Uriah greets her. The petite blonde turns around to see who stands behind her and looks at him and then at me. She spares only a few glances over both of us, but quickly turns away when our eyes lock, as if she is embarrassed she got caught staring. I smile at her reaction. She is beautiful, almost like a mirage the way she moves and talks and… wait. Where is she going? She passes me without sparing me another glance and leaves the café. I stare after her like a moron, unable to pull my eyes off of her. The way her hips sway and the blonde strands hit her back every time she takes a step is mesmerizing. I turn around because I heard my name.
"What?" I ask and Marlene giggles.
"I asked if you take the usual?" she asks smiling.
"Yeah, the usual" I answer and turn around to look at the blonde again, but she's gone. Damn it. "Say, Marlene, who was that girl? I've never seen her here before" I say trying to act casual.
"That's Tris. She works around here and comes in every morning, sometimes even earlier than today to get always the same three coffees" she says smiling. So the blondes name is Tris.
"She works? She looks so young" Uriah says.
"I know, right? Gosh, I wish I had her genes. Apparently she just turned 22 and works around here somewhere. I never asked, you know I don't like to pry. But she is really nice. She used to live in the city but left for a few years to study and work. She even worked in London for a year, but then came back. She told me she has some family here, a brother but he is very busy" Marlene tells us. "She is really nice and super helpful. The other day an old lady fell and she quickly ran over to her to help her. When a group of schoolgirls came in one day during lunch they walked around the tables to sell chocolates to get money for some charity project at their school Tris bought ten boxes. She spent one hundred dollars just to help the girls. She then gave the chocolates away for free. Remember when I came home with that box of chocolates?" she asks Uriah and he nods. "She gave it to me."
I know only a few things about this girl, but I already know I want to know more. I decide to come back tomorrow, even earlier than today to get a glimpse of her. We thank Marlene for our coffees and walk out to go to work. We would see each other later anyway during our lunch break.
"Seems like a nice girl" Uriah says pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"This Tris" he explains.
"Yeah, she does" I say and can't keep the smile that is forming off of my face.
"You like her" Uriah says, always so perceptive.
"What? I don't even know her" I defend.
"So? Never stopped you before."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask a little offended by what he is implying.
"Come on, dude. You are a chick magnet. Whenever we go out all the chicks throw themselves at you" he says. I know he is right and it's more than annoying most of the times, but I can't help it. The fact that I might have gone with one or two to their place isn't helping my case either.
"I doubt this girl is anything like them" I say realizing that it's probably true.
"I think so too. She seems nice and helpful. Come on. We are here" Uriah says and opens the door to the building where we work. We get into the elevator and push the button with the 36 on it. If our office wouldn't be that high up I would just take the stairs. Small spaces aren't really my thing. Neither are heights for that matter, but luckily I don't have a desk near the windows.
I sit down and start my computer. Thankfully, as a computer programmer I don't have to deal with people. It's not like I'm completely antisocial, I just don't like to talk to people. Most of them are boring and self-centered.
This morning I can't seem to be able to concentrate. Every time I start something my mind drifts to the café and the petite blonde. Tris. Her name sounds sweet and gentle and yet powerful enough to make a statement. I wonder what she is like. I wonder if she is alone, if she is single. Whoa there Tobias. You don't even know her, you haven't even spoken to her and you already want to hook up with her? No. Calm down. But I can't. Every time I start typing a command my mind races to her face, her beautiful gray-blue eyes looking at me in wonder, her cute little nose, her full pink lips, her long graceful neck that was beckoning me to suck on the soft flesh leaving a mark there, her firm breasts that I would die to massage with my hands while making sweet love to her. Uh-oh. I need to calm down before I embarrass myself. But damn, she looks hot. Before I know it Uriah stands next to my desk telling me it's lunchtime. I gather my things and we go back to the café where Zeke, Uriah's brother, and his girlfriend Shauna wait for us to have lunch together.
We walk into the café and sit down at our regular table and Marlene already brings us our food, since we practically always order the same thing. She takes her lunch break and joins us. She sits down and then I see her. Tris. She is sitting on the other side of the room by herself sipping a coffee and reading some file. I want to speak up, but Uriah beats me to it.
"Hey, isn't that Tris? The girl from this morning?" he asks and Marlene turns around to where he is pointing to confirm what he is saying.
"Yeah. She must have come in while I was in the back. I haven't seen her" she says turning back.
"Why don't you invite her over?" he suggests.
"Who is she?" Shauna asks.
"She is one of the regulars. She comes in every morning and orders the same thing" Marlene explains. "I don't know Uri, I don't want to impose. I mean we are friendly with each other but she never really showed interest in becoming friends" she says.
"Maybe she's shy. She looks like it" Zeke says.
"Maybe" Marlene admits looking over her shoulder. "Alright. I'll go ask her" she says and gets up. She walks the short distance and I watch her talk to Tris. When Tris looks at the table Marlene is pointing she locks eyes with me again and I can see a blush spreading over her face. She is so cute when she blushes. I hope she will join us, because now I want to get to know her more than ever.
Tris's POV
"Hey Tris" Marlene says standing in front of my table. I look up and smile at her.
"Oh, hi Marlene. I thought you are already gone out for lunch" I say.
"No. I usually have lunch here with some of my friends. They are actually here, over there" she says pointing toward a table on the other side of the room. I look over and see the same two men as this morning plus another man and a woman. When my eyes lock with the taller guy's I feel heat rising in my cheeks and I know I must get a blush. "We were wondering if you would join us for lunch" she says and I look at her again.
"I don't want to impose. This seems like a really cozy party over there" I say, trying to talk my way out. I don't really like talking to strangers. Most people don't understand me; they think I'm weird, which I probably am.
"Oh, come on. They all want to meet you" she says.
"What?" I ask incredulous. "Why?"
"Well, I told them that you are a regular here and that you are very nice. So, naturally, they want to meet you. Come on, I won't accept a no for an answer." I look at her and I can see that she's determined to get her way. I sigh and gather my things and walk with her to the table where her friends are. "Everybody, this is Tris. Tris this is everybody" she says jokingly. "This is Shauna, one of my best friends" she says and I shake the girls hand. "That's Zeke, her boyfriend" I shake his hand. "Next to him is Four, Zeke's best friend" she says about the man with the dark blue eyes. I stretch out my hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but he doesn't hurt me. However, I feel a strange electric current coursing through my body. I release his hand but he still holds mine. After another second he lets go and smiles at me. "And this is my baby" she says with a sweet voice "Uriah." I shake hands with her boyfriend too.
"Nice to meet you all" I say.
"Please, take a seat" Marlene says and I sit next to her.
"So, Tris, tell us about yourself" Shauna says trying to make small talk.
"There's not much to say" I say. Marlene must have sensed my uncomfortableness because she suggests that they each introduce themselves first.
"I'll start" she says. "I'm Marlene and I'm 23 years old. I work as a coffee shop employee and I make the best coffees in town" she says proudly.
"I can testify to that" I say smiling. "I've never had any better."
"Thank you."
"I'm Uriah and I'm 23 years old and I work with Four as a programmer for a cyber security company. That means…" he starts saying.
"You develop programs that help companies secure their data flow, mostly to prevent industrial espionage, but also the regular virtual threats such as viruses or phishing" I finish for him and everyone looks at me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you. I'm not really used to talk to people" I say and look down at my lap ashamed.
"No, it's okay. Not many people know this outside our field" Uriah says and I look up at him and he smiles. "How did you know?" he asks me.
"I read a lot. I don't really have many friends so I have a lot of free time to catch up on my readings" I say and I realize just as I finish saying it how lame I sound.
"Marlene told us you used to live here but then moved to study and work. Where have you been?" Shauna asks.
"Boston, Washington D.C., New York and London" I tell them.
"Wow, you really saw quite some incredible places" Zeke says.
"Yeah, I guess."
"When did you come back?" Uriah asks.
"About four months ago."
"Why did you come back to plain old Chicago?" Marlene asks genuinely interested.
"I have family here and I really missed it. There is truly no place like home" I say with a sad smile.
"Do you live with your parents or alone?" Shauna asks.
"Alone. My parents died two years ago in a plane crash. I have an older brother living here in the city, but he is very busy with work and we only manage to talk on the phone."
"So, you've been here for four months and you haven't seen your brother at all?" Zeke asks incredulous. I feel like I might have said the wrong thing. It's not like Caleb doesn't want to, but our work schedules always overlap and we never seem to get a break to see each other.
"Well, we both have demanding jobs and it's difficult. I also have an uncle who is a minister and two cousins here. I managed to see my uncle a few times since I came here and my cousin Tamara as well. I see my other cousin Matthew more often since we sort of work together" I say and smile.
"Wow, I can't imagine not seeing my brother" Uriah says.
"I gather you and Zeke are very close" I say.
"Unfortunately, yes" Zeke answers, but I can tell he is joking.
"So, Zeke, how's your training going?" I ask and he looks at me surprised. "You train to become an FBI agent, aren't you?"
"How did you know? Did Marlene tell you?" he asks and Marlene shakes her head and looks at me.
"Well, I can see you are well trained and the posture you adopt is usually seen in law enforcement agents. Also, your wrist was a give-away. The marks on your right wrist are consistent with a hand-to-hand combat maneuver used by the FBI in disarming a suspect" I tell him and they all look at me shocked. Again.
"Do me next" Shauna says and I look at her surprised.
"What?" I ask.
"What can you say about me?" she asks. I look at her and assess what I can see.
"You are Caucasian, you are in your mid twenties. You were born and brought up in a warmer state. Most likely Florida, since your complexion doesn't betray southern traits or any specifics from the West coast. You are a painter, the discoloration on your fingers suggests oil paintings, but also ink, which would be consistent with a job as a tattoo artist." I get up to look down on her as much as I can and sit back down. "Judging by your pelvic bone you never gave birth."
"Oh my God! Marlene, swear you didn't tell her" Shauna says with amazement in her voice.
"I swear, we never spoke anything other than what was necessary" she explains smiling.
"How did you know?" Shauna asks still shocked.
"I observe details and put things together" I tell them.
"Do Four now" Zeke says and I look at the young man with the strange name. He smiles warmly at me and I feel heat rising in my cheeks again. Oh for God's sakes, pull yourself together. Imagine he is a body on your autopsy table. Oh no, that would be awful. I shake my head slightly and observe him as clinically as possible.
"Alright" I say. "You are in your mid twenties, you are 6" tall, based on your broad shoulders and the length of both your arms, your tanned skin is most likely genetically inherited, you probably had an ancestor from Greece or maybe Italy. Your muscular build suggests physical workout, but on a non-curricular basis, rather as a hobby. I already know that you work as a programmer, so I must assume you spend eight to ten hours every day, Monday through Friday at a desk. However, based on your current position of your upper body you usually lean back in your seat, since the long hours of sitting down take a toll on your back. By the way, I would suggest to change the height of your chair. In my opinion it's too high up. You either lower it further or better yet change your chair for a better one, one with lumbar support. If the company doesn't pay for a new one I suggest you invest in one yourself. It'll be better for you later in life, when you won't complain about back pains when you hit forty. I've noticed that you have very few expression lines, which suggests that you don't smile often and only use short sentences to communicate. The fact that you chose a job where you don't have to interact with people also suggests and sustains my theory that you aren't really a people person, but selective about the people you call friends. And last, but not least, the fact that you use a numeral as a name suggests that you want to define yourself as an individual not a part of something bigger. I think that the number four symbolizes something important to you. Even though it might have been chosen by you or given to you by others because of a casual occurrence, the fact that you kept it and even promoted it suggests you are both comfortable and not in your own skin." I keep it to myself that he generally looks like he is guarded and expects someone to strike him. This might be something he doesn't want to talk about or maybe his friends don't even know about it. Also, I am not going to say that he is hot. Like really hot. Nuclear even.
"Wow, that was quite a description" Zeke says.
"Yeah, did you notice how much more she said about Four than anyone else here?" Uriah asks teasing and I blush. I didn't mean to, he was only easier to read because he didn't distract me by talking to me. Although, I have to admit, I was pretty much distracted.
"Stop teasing her" Marlene says and smiles at me. "Now me. What can you say about me." I look at her and smile.
"You are a dancer" I say.
"How did you know?" she asks amazed.
"I've watched you over the past months. I've noticed your fluid movements that only a dancer has. You are not a ballerina, but you are a dancer. Semi-professional" I add and she nods.
"You are of Germanic descend, probably third generation American, you are a middle child, which I have to admit I know from overhearing you talk on the phone once" I say and she laughs.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great. But I want to know how did you know so much about Four?" Zeke inquires and I look sheepish anywhere but at him.
"Don't be upset, but he was quiet" I say in a low voice.
"Why would I be upset?" Zeke asks amused.
"' Cause you talk way too much" Shauna says elbowing him. They all laugh.
"Seriously now, what do you mean?" he asks further.
"I told you, I'm not used to talk to people. I can observe them and figure out their lifestyle by just watching their movements, but the moment people talk to me I get distracted. He was rather quiet and made it easy for me to observe certain things" I say and I feel a deep blush spread.
"That's amazing. Where did you learn all that?" Marlene asks.
"Nowhere in particular. It's just something I did ever since I was little. I never had friends. I don't really get along with people. Most people don't get me and to be honest I don't get them. Social connections aren't really my forte."
"I can't believe someone as nice and pretty as you are not having friends" Uriah says and I blush again.
Tobias's POV
I watch this amazing girl talking and smiling and blushing and I feel myself mesmerized by her. I couldn't agree more with Uriah. I can't imagine someone as nice and pretty, no, beautiful doesn't have friends. She has been sitting here no longer than fifteen minutes and she already captured everyone's attention. I look at my friends and they all hang on every word this girl is saying. She has such a powerful personality, but doesn't impose her own ideas on others. She is truly unique and I find myself wanting to learn more about her.
"What exactly do you do? Marlene told us you are a secretary somewhere nearby" Shauna says and I wait for her to answer. Maybe I can drop in and visit her, by pure accident or something.
"Well, about that" she starts saying embarrassed. "That's not really true. I know you assumed I'm a secretary, but I'm not. I'm sorry, I should have corrected you when you said it" she says apologetically.
"Oh, it's okay. I shouldn't have made assumptions. Where are you working?" Marlene asks smiling.
"The medical legal lab. I'm an ME" she says proudly.
"The medical legal lab?" Shauna asks. "With dead people?"
"Well I'm not working with them, but more on them. As in I perform autopsies" she explains. Wow, that's the last place I would have imagined her and more so the last thing I would have thought this girl to do for a living.
"Are you a nurse or something?" Zeke asks.
"Uhm, no. I'm a doctor" she answers. Double wow.
"A doctor? Really?" Uriah asks.
"Yeah. I'm a medical examiner. ME for short" she adds.
"Excuse me, how old are you?" Shauna asks. Tris looks a little shy into her lap and answers.
"I turned 22 in May."
"How's that even possible? I know that it takes years to become a doctor. You should still be in med school" Shauna says surprised.
"I know, but I'm a very fast learner and got very early into pre med and then med school. After I graduated I worked as an intern in a hospital in New York, but then changed my field and became a medical examiner. That's when I started my forensic anthropology studies" she says and we all look at her dumbfounded.
"How old were you when you graduated?" Uriah asks.
"Med school? Uhm, 16" she answers and we all say "WHAT?" at the same time. "Uhm, 16" she repeats.
"How on Earth is that even possible?" Zeke asks.
"I got a scholarship when I was twelve to start pre med at Harvard University. I soon got very good and my professors helped me learn more and by the time I turned fifteen I took most of my med school exams. Because of my extended knowledge several hospitals across the country offered me internships to learn better. That's why I graduated at sixteen. I've learned everything there was to learn. For the next year I interned at the Columbia University Medical Center until I decided to switch my field to medical examination in late August of that year. My work in the morgue was more than exciting so I decided to start my forensic studies in Boston. I moved there and worked with several ME's and forensic anthropologists. I was allowed to follow them around and help them with cases" she tells us.
"That's amazing" Zeke says.
"You are like one of those beautiful minds people" Shauna says and I have to agree with her. This girl is a doctor. She became a doctor when other girls her age picked out their dress for their high school prom.
"Did you ever work with patients?" I ask her and she looks at me confused for a moment, but then she smiles.
"Yes. During my year in New York I worked on every floor. From pre-natal surgery to oncology I tried out everything. I wanted to find the field that was right for me" she says.
"Did you ever operate on people?" Uriah asks.
"Yes, several times, but never alone. I was there only to observe or assist if necessary. Although, sometimes the doctors who mentored me allowed me to do part of the procedure. For instance, during my second month I assisted a neurosurgeon during a nine hours surgery. My job was to clip a vein to avoid brain bleeding while he removed a very hard to remove tumor. It was a once in a lifetime procedure and I was more than thrilled to be allowed to assist. When he asked me I thought I was just going to be in the room, but he asked me to scrub in and stand next to him. It was amazing."
"Wow, nine hours" Uriah says. "Hang on, what did you do when you had to pee?" he asks and Tris blushes.
"I knew it would take a long time and I didn't want to miss a minute of it. I drank as few liquids as possible and put on a…" she pauses, obviously embarrassed.
"A what?" Shauna inquires. Tris sighs and speaks again without looking at any of us.
"A diaper. It was the only way to go through it without leaving the room." We remain silent for a few moments letting the information sink in. I have to admit, it's kind of funny imagining a grown woman putting on a diaper, but the fact that she would do it to learn more, to be better at her job is really admirable.
"I think that's really cool" Zeke says and I think he is honest about it. "I swear. I mean to stand there for nine hours, not moving a muscle observing something that I can only imagine is unique must be super rewarding" he says.
"It was" she says looking at him.
"Why did you change fields?" I ask and she smiles at me again. She has such a beautiful smile.
"There are thousands of doctors throughout the country, but only a handful of ME's in comparison. My job doesn't sound as glamorous as a doctor's in a hospital. I never talk to the people I work with. They never complain and they never tell me their story. It is my job to tell their story. Most of the people who end up on my autopsy table are murder victims. Usually when they come in they are John or Jane Doe's. It is my job to identify them and find out what caused their death. Based on the evidence I gather I assist the FBI in finding the murderer and later helping the DA's office to prosecute and convict that person. People who are still alive might thank their doctors for curing their illness, while my patients can't. But I don't mind. I'm doing it anyway. Especially for their next of kin who needs closure. But if I'm ever in a situation where my skills as a physician are required I will of course help anyone in need, even a murderer. I swore to that when I took my Hippocratic oath" she tells us and we look at her in awe.
"Wow, I've never met anyone who works with the FBI" Uriah says.
I want to ask her something but then her phone rings. She picks it up and she becomes serious. She tells whoever called her that she is in the café and waits for that person here to be picked up. I find myself not wanting to let this mesmerizing being go, but I understand I have no right to keep her here.
"One more thing. Do you have a gun? Did the feds give you a gun?" Uriah asks.
"Uhm, yes and no" she says with a chuckle.
"Could you clarify?" Zeke asks her.
"Sure. Yes, I have a gun. No, the feds didn't give it to me. I got my license about a year ago after I turned 21. By law I needed to be of full age. I had to take several tests before I was allowed to carry a gun, especially since I left the country and went on a volunteer mission in Tanzania."
"Why were you there?" Shauna asks her.
"There was an uprising and many people got hurt or even killed. I volunteered to go with the "Doctors Without Borders" initiative to help the people there. Given the fact that it was labeled a war zone all the volunteer's were either required to have a gun permit or military background. We were taken there with a military transport and were supposed to return the same way. Unfortunately, our camp was attacked in the middle of the night and many of the doctors there with me were killed. Those of us who managed to escape barely did so" she says sad now and I can see tears in her eyes.
"I'm sorry" I say although I don't know what for.
"It's okay. They won't be forgotten" she says and a tear rolls down her cheek. I fight the urge to bend over the table and wipe it away. I hate seeing her cry. Before any of us can say anything else a tall man comes into the café and stands behind her.
"Tris, you ready?" he asks and she turns around to look at him.
"Yes" she answers quickly and turns to look at us. "Please, excuse me, but I have to go. It was nice meeting you all and chatting with you. Have a nice day" she says and we say goodbye as well. She gathers her things and leaves the café with the man beside her, who puts a hand on the small of her back. I realize I'm staring after her and the fact that this unknown man to me touched her so intimately made me jealous. I don't know why, but I'm really jealous. I want to be the one to hold her close. Even though I've only known her for such a short time I know that I want to see her again.
A/N: I hope you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think and if this should continue.