A/N: Hi, I'm new to this fandom so I hope I do it justice. Some relationships are cannon and others aren't. Characterizations – I have tried to have the characters personalities based fundamentally on the characters created by Veronica Roth, but of course, some traits are different purely to fit into my story, so don't be surprised to find some changes – remember its AU people.

This look of the Tris Prior is more like Shailene's Tris than Veronica's Tris. And Four is more Theo.

This is a re-work of a fic I previously wrote for a different fandom.

Rated M for language, violence, and sexual content.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing so don't sue me! Core characters belong, fundamentally, to Veronica Roth

Chapter One

The music was loud and thumping as the strobe lights vibrated wildly to the beat, making the throng of people dancing flash in and out of vision. The figures moved, arms flying, hips swinging, bodies pulsating to the deep, throbbing rhythm. The air was hot and dry as sweat dripped from those dancing in the heat and the flashing lights.

The person at the center of the mass of gyrating bodies was receiving a lot of attention, both male and female. Her hands were above her head and her eyes closed as she swayed sensually to the beat that resounded around her and echoed deep in her body, seemingly unaware of the male bodies that surrounded her. She lowered her hands to pull her blonde hair away from her neck, the sweat glistening there, and she twisted it up slightly, holding it in place. She opened her eyes and flashed a flirtatious smile at the new body that appeared in front of her. She watched him intently as his eyes took in her body, and she tried hard to repress the bile threatening to escape as his hands landed on her hips. She watched as he licked his lips, and she pressed her body against his, turned her head from him slightly, her eyes searching for the figures across the room.

"She's too good at this," Will Lawson commented as he watched the blonde wrap herself around their man on the dance floor, no light visible between them.

"Why does she have to get so close?" Al Fuller moaned from his spot next to Will at the bar, drinking his 'beer' and wishing it had an alcoholic content to it. The owner of the club worked for The Dauntless so their beers were actually water which had been poured into beer bottles to give the illusion of beer drinking friends on a night out. Sadly, it was the only drink they were allowed to have whilst on duty. Alcohol was strictly off limits; the ramifications were expensive, and the dressing down from the boss even worse.

Will looked at Al and laughed. "Man, you've got no chance with her. Not in a million years."

"It could happen," Al lamented. "I'm an attractive, healthy, heterosexual male, and she's a smoking hot chick..."

"And there's your problem, dude," Will interrupted him. "Don't call her a chick. She'll kill you with one look and a flick of her oh-so-delicate wrist."

"Ain't that the truth," Al agreed softly.

Will's gaze had never left the woman on the dance floor, and he smirked at her as she caught his look and rolled her eyes; her obvious distaste for the man she was dancing with shining through. "She's so pissed off right now. One false move from him and we'll lose our target."

"What the fuck is she wearing?" a new voice asked in anger.

"Prior," Will greeted with a nod of his head and a salute with his beer bottle. "I think that outfit came out of her 'I'm a slut; do me now' wardrobe."

"Fuck," Caleb cried as he signaled to Bud, the bartender, who grabbed one of the 'special' beers for the newcomer. "She'll be the death of me, ya know."

Al and Will looked appreciatively at her. The piece of sparkly cloth that served as her top was barely there, covering the essentials and leaving nothing to the imagination, held in place with only two lengths of ribbon that criss-crossed over her shoulders and across her back. Her skirt was black leather and indecently short with scandalous slits up the sides, which showed to perfection the glorious length of her slender legs. Dangerously tall, and probably very expensive, heeled shoes finished the look, accentuating her already long legs. The whole outfit was working perfectly as all eyes in the club were on her.

"I thought the plan was to blend in?" Caleb pondered, taking a quick drink of the water in his beer bottle.

"Guess she had other ideas," Will laughed. "She's incapable of 'blending in'."

"How the hell is she supposed to work in those heels?" Caleb whined to his companions.

"Do you actually doubt her abilities?" Al asked seriously.

Will shook his head at Caleb and Al as they argued the difference between the ability to do things correctly and the art of screwing up gracefully. While Tris never failed to achieve what she set out to do, sometimes she deviated from the original mission when limitations, caused by her stubbornness and inability to stick to the rules, erupted before her. Will knew it was pure talent on her part. He straightened as he watched the guy snake his hand down to grasp a handful of her ass, pulling her closer to his lower regions, and saw her whisper something in his ear, her hand by his shoulder sending a silent signal to them.

"I think she's had enough," Will summarized, pulling away from the bar. He looked at Caleb, "Who's gonna be the boyfriend this time?"

The three guys looked at each other, each lifting a hand in the classic pose of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Out on the dance floor, Tris's tolerance of the slime ball slobbering all over her shattered. She took a lot of crap in the line of duty, and things like this were definitely the downside. Oh, she loved the dancing, the drinking, when she could get others to buy her drinks and therefore bypass the no drinking rule, she loved the clothes, and the music. She even didn't mind the wandering hands on her body if they had the right face and the right body, but this guy was undeniably neither. She'd had enough, and her eyes wandered the club again, barely glancing over the tall body at the far end of the bar as she double checked the layout and people's positions. Then her eyes insistently returned to him. Now, he had the right face and the right body. Tall, dark hair, though in the dim lighting she couldn't determine what color. Its length brushed his shoulders and framed a face that begged to be looked at, with soft, inviting lips. A tight, fit body was enhanced by the simple black t-shirt he wore and dark jeans hid what she imagined to be strong, powerful legs. He was watching her, and she met his heated regard over the slob's shoulder.

The very air became charged with an electric wave and everything seemed to slow down. The air particles paused and the atoms that made up the atmosphere in the club stopped moving. She shivered delightfully in his scrutiny, and the man she was dancing with took this as an invitation to grab a handful of her ass. The movement broke the hold the body by the bar seemed to have over her, and the room rushed back into movement. That was it, she'd had enough, and she inched forward to whisper seductively in her prey's ear as she sent her signal to Will over at the bar. She made a mental note to return to the club later and hope the guy with the hot body was still here. She risked another look over to Will and rolled her eyes when she saw them doing the age old ritual of who was going to 'rescue' her. Why they didn't decide in advance was beyond her. Her eyes flickered back to the hunk of maleness further down the bar, and she tensed a little when he pushed off the bar and headed over. "Shit," she whispered.

She felt his hand wrap around her arm and pull her out of the slime's clutches. All she could think was, Wow, now that's a big hand.

"Babe, what have I said about picking scum bags up?" he growled at her, their eyes almost level thanks to her shoes. "Threesomes only work if I'm involved in the selection process."

"Oh, fuck," Will growled quietly as he watched a tall man walk over to Tris and pull her from their target. Caleb spun to look at his sister. "What the fuck?" he hissed.

"Old bed buddy?" Al queried hopefully as Caleb took a few steps toward the dance floor.

"Caleb," Will called, stopping him. "Just wait. Let's see what she does." They turned as one back to the drama playing out on the dance floor.

Tris shook her arm out of the Neanderthal's hands. "Well, honey," she gritted through her teeth, "if you were giving me what I needed, I wouldn't need to, would I?"

Tall Guy turned to the man he'd pulled away from the babe he had christened 'sex on legs' and pushed the rejected man slightly. "Get lost, loser," he said as he pulled the girl to him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tris asked, only slightly shocked, noticing her three guys taking a step toward her. She stopped them with minuscule shake of her head. She could salvage this situation.

"Nice mouth you've got, babe," the brute commented, and Tris smirked to him. It never failed to amuse her how guys reacted to her more colorful language. They all automatically assumed she would be sweet and demure.

Tris placed her hands on his chest to push him away, she reasoned, but her fingers had their own mission as they moved slowly, feeling his muscles under the thin cotton of his t-shirt, scraping slightly against a nipple that sprung to attention.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, his own fingers dancing across the bare skin of her back and pulled her even closer to him. Tris could feel him completely as he plastered her body to his, his other hand held her face, pulling it to him, and she instinctively closed her eyes. His lips met hers with a ferocity that took her breath away as he kissed her with relish. She couldn't stop her lips from opening at his silent request and she melted against him as they tongues battled delightfully for dominance. She refused to give in and so did he as he held her head in place, not letting her move away. Her arms found themselves around his broad shoulders, one hand playing lightly with the ends of his hair where it curled slightly. She felt his lips and his tongue all the way down to her toes and whimpered into him at the pull of her womb. Eventually he pulled back, and Tris slowly opened her eyes and found herself lost in his chocolate Waters ones. She fought to regain her breath and her composure when his hold slackened.

"You wait here," he whispered, one side of his mouth curling upwards, and Tris groaned at the huskiness of his voice. She could only nod, strangely not trusting her own voice, unknowing why she wasn't kicking this guy's ass. He turned to her target. "You. Outside now."

His words spurred Tris into action. "What! No, wait," but it was too late as he turned and pushed her target out in front of him, heading for the exit.

"What the fuck happened?" Caleb called as the three men met Tris out on the dance floor.

Tris gazed in the direction her brute had taken their stolen target. "I have no idea, but I think I've either peed myself, or I'm lubed and ready to go."

"Can we discuss your sexual depravities later and try to rescue our mission?" Caleb growled as they headed as one unit out of the same exit their target had been pushed.

Out in the dark alley, Tris shivered as the night air hit her sweat-soaked body, her eyes roaming the alley for the two men. From the corner of her eye, she saw Al eyeing her. Knowing her nipples were standing to attention through arousal and the cold air, she huffed at him. "For fuck's sake, Al. Buy Playboy or something and stop ogling me."

She moved as she spotted the men wandering further into the alley as they argued, the guys following behind her.

"Please tell me you're packing something in that non-outfit," Caleb whispered in her ear.

"Do you see any likely hiding places?" she retorted, her eyes never leaving the arguing men in front of them who were still oblivious to the four's presence.

"Shit, Tris," he grumbled. "I want a new partner." His hand flashed down quickly, and he pulled a small hand gun from a holster at his ankle, hardly breaking stride. He handed it to Tris, and she slipped it in the band of her skirt in the small of her back.

"I want that one back, Tris," Caleb said.

"Sure you do, Curly," she laughed, her hand patting his cheek as they stopped a few feet from their target.

The boorish oaf, who she was sure would now fuel her erotic fantasies, turned at the sound of her voice. He scowled when he saw her with three other men behind her. "I thought I told you to wait inside for me," he growled out.

Will leaned forward slightly to Tris, "You know this guy?"

Tris stared into the eyes of the man in front of her. "Not yet," she purred with a smile.

Ever impulsive, and showing his operative immaturity, Al stepped forward, his gun pulled and aimed at the two in front of them.

"Fuck, Al," Caleb swore as the man pulled his own weapon, and then he and Will reached for theirs.

It looked like a standoff, but three guns against one were pretty good odds in Tris's eyes. Plus hers, which remained hidden for the time being.

"Back away," the body god warned, his eyes flickering as he tried to keep all the new people in his sight plus the deadbeat next to him. Where the fuck was Jason when he needed him? "Chicago PD," he said.

"Shit," Caleb whispered. "You see what you did with that outfit, Bea? I ought to have you mentally assessed."

"Shut up, Caleb," she hissed with a not so gentle smack to his stomach with the back of her hand.

"Guys, we've got additionals," Will acknowledge, and sure enough, out of the darkness further down the alley, three huge figures were clearly moving in their direction.

"Oh, this just gets better and better," the body god called out sarcastically.

"I like this," Caleb said with a smile and a nod of his head. "It's no fun when they're outnumbered."

The slime ball who had been pawing her in the club stood taller at the realization his back up had arrived. "Yeah, that's right. What ya gonna do now, cop?" he taunted as he backed down the alley in the direction of the new arrivals.

"Hey, Dickless," the oaf called. "I said don't move." He looked into the eyes of 'sex on legs,' and in an instant, he made up his mind and swung his gun around to 'Dickless' behind him, away from her and the men behind her.

They were now equally divided or so Dickless thought: The men in front of him versus him and his crew. Of course, he discounted the piece of ass.

Tris made a small movement of her head and sprang into action, moving with incredible speed for one in such high heels as she spurred forward and swept her leg out, hitting the backs of her fantasy man's legs, knocking him out the way as she dropped with him, holding him down as the barrage of gun fire sounded above them.

He huffed on his way down, surprised by the slip of the girl as she took him out and landed on top of him.

"Stay down," she whispered into his ear, and for a moment, he obeyed. Then he swung around, catching her unaware as he rolled them on the dirty concrete so he lay on top of her.

Tris hissed as the hard, cold ground scrapped her nearly bare back. "Fuck," she swore as god-knows-what cut into her skin.

"Not really the right time, Blondie," the man above her growled with a lopsided grin before placing a swift kiss against her lips. "Later," he added and then he jumped up to a half standing position, his gun wavering, undecided in which direction to point it.

Tris moved again, and it was a blur as he found himself pushed out of the way again by her small frame, his body slammed against the wall this time. "Keep out of the way, cop, or there won't be a later," she growled.

"Tris," Caleb's agitated voice called to her. "Put the boy toy down, and get to work."

"What's wrong, Caleb?" she teased, her body pressed against the lust-worthy man who she mentally had named The Body God by the wall, her eyes not moving from his. "Need little old me to give you a hand?"

Her head turned as she heard Al call out, and she watched as he fell to the ground, holding his leg.

"Shit, Al," she whispered.

"Nice friends you've got," The Body God said with a smirk, and then both their heads swung around the other side as one of the others fell and didn't move.

"Three against two," Dickless taunted again. "I like them odds."

Tris moved away from the heat of The Body God against the wall, one hand stretched out against his chest, instructing him silently to stay, as her other hand pulled the gun from her skirt and before the men could register anything, the two behind Dickless fell.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Caleb gloated with a smile as she walked over to his side, her gun trained on Dickless.

"What the fuck?" the cop growled, following her away from the wall. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," Will offered with a laugh.

"Will, call the team," Tris ordered as she advanced on Dickless. "Get Al out of here."

Will turned to his fallen partner and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

"You think you can take me?" Dickless called as he pulled another gun from somewhere, to which The Body God stepped beside Tris and pointed his own gun at the target, Caleb lining up with the Chicago police officer on her other side.

"I should arrest you all for interfering in a police matter," The Body God said to the two beside him. 'Where the FUCK was Jason?' he wondered again.

"I'd like to see you try," Tris smirked in his direction, her face unmoving from the target.

"Shit," Dickless said. "You're from The Dauntless. Mason sent you."

"Ding, ding, ding," Caleb called out cheerily.

The Body God looked from the young slip of a girl to Dickless and actually saw fear in his eyes for the first time that evening. The words, 'The Dauntless', registering in his mind.

"You've been a very bad boy, Derek," Tris drawled in an unbelievably sexy voice as she sauntered forward to him.

Derek/Dickless actually took a step back from her.

"That money was mine," he stammered out.

"The money means jack. You betrayed a trust and took something you had no reason to take," she replied sternly. "Now we were supposed to take you in, but I think we'll just hand you over to The Body God here," she tipped her head to indicate the cop beside her. "I hear prison can be very memorable for someone like you."

"Tris," Caleb cautioned.

"Five minutes," Will called from further down the alley.

"Tell me," Tris asked steadily, "did you ever think you'd be in this position when you held that poor girl down and took away from her what you had no right to?"

"Tris," Caleb tried again, this time stepping forward to her.

"Is the money worth it now that you'll be someone's bitch for the rest of your life?" She looked at him sideways, as if pondering the situation. "Although, I doubt anyone would want you, but there are some fucked up shitters in prison, aren't there?"

She saw the motion half a second too late as Dickless pressed against the trigger of his gun, her eyes wide as she realized her grave mistake. This is it, she thought, as she distantly heard the gun fire, half a smile gracing her face. Her body fell as the wind rushed out of her lungs, and she waited for the searing pain she knew accompanied a gunshot. It never came. All she could feel was blood spilling over the bare skin of her stomach and a dead weight against her. She looked down to see The Body God sprawled across her body.

"Oh shit," she called, feeling more of the warm blood soak onto her. "NO!" She rolled him off her, her hands sweeping his body until they landed in the bloody mess just below his ribs on the right side.

"Oh fuck," she cried, her hands soaked in his blood, and she reached up to his face, turning it to hers, her eyes catching his.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" she queried quietly.

Caleb was by her side in an instant and they both turned their heads at the sound of retreating feet. Tris picked her gun back up and aimed with deadly accuracy. Dickless fell without a sound, her bullet through the back of his head.

"Give me your shirt, Caleb," she demanded, and Caleb quickly complied with her order, pulling the tails from the waist of his jeans and pulling it over his head. She bunched it up and held it against the Body God's wound.

"How long, Will?" she shouted, her eyes again on the man bleeding out and struggling to breathe, her body leaning forward over his.

"Two minutes," Will called, helping Al to stand.

"Shit!" Tris lifted her head to Caleb, her eyes asking her question.

"No, Tris," he said, shaking his head. "No way, he's a cop"

"He's a dead cop if we leave him here, Caleb."

"We'll call for an ambulance."

"They won't get here in time," she shot back, her voice frantic. "Caleb, he saved my life. If he dies, his blood is on my hands." She looked down at his blood all over her hands and held them up to Caleb. "Literally."

Caleb looked back down the alley to Will and Al. "Shit, Tris. You're explaining this one to the old man."

Tris looked back down and into the depths of his eyes; they were getting darker by the moment.

"Hey," she called, her blood stained hand on his face. "Stay with me, okay? You need to stay with me if we are gonna have our later. I don't fuck dead people, ya know." She smiled when a glimmer of light entered his eyes. She heard a scurry of movement down the other side of the alley and knew the team had arrived. She glanced up and saw them rush to Al.

"Leave him, he can walk. Over here," she commanded.

They immediately obeyed her voice and ran to where she was.

"You'll be okay," she said to the bleeding man. He moved his lips slightly, and she bent closer to him, her ear to his lips.

"Tris?" he asked softly in question.

She pulled back slightly and smiled, nodding, immediately knowing he was confirming her name.

"Four," he breathed out.

"Four?" she repeated softly, her brows wrinkling slightly in confusion. Surely that wasn't his name.

His head bobbed slightly in acknowledgment and his lips moved again. Tris leaned forward again to hear him as the medics pulled away her piss poor attempt to stop the bleeding. "I hope you've got good stamina," he whispered against her ear, and Tris couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her at the feel of his breath on her ear.

"You'd better believe it," she whispered back and kissed him gently on the lips. He smiled against her lips as his eyes drifted closed, and she sat back. She grabbed some gauze from a medic and wiped the blood from her hands as she looked down at the blood smeared on her top and the exposed skin of her stomach. "Shit, I love this top," she whined to no one in particular.

She felt arms pulling her backwards. "Tris, what the fuck have you been doing? Your back is shredded," Tori commented, her doe eyes wide.

"I'm okay, just get him into a unit," she ordered tersely.

"Rolling around on the concrete with CPD here," Caleb answered Tori's question with a cheeky grin to the small dark-haired woman.

Tori shook her head at her friend. "Jesus, Tris. You always find the most inappropriate times to play." She looked at the wound on the man on the ground. "Fuck," she said, "this is gonna be a close one."

Tris watched her friend shake her head and purse her lips in concentration as she felt another pair of hands grabbed her and lifted her from the ground.

"Here," Will said easily as slipped his shirt over her shoulders. "Let's try and keep some of that deadly bacterium out of those cuts."

"Did you at least get the target?" Tori asked as she quickly worked to stabilize the man before they could move him.

Tris turned and looked down the alley at the four bodies laid haphazardly on the ground. "Didn't quite go as planned, but yeah," she muttered.

"I called for clean up, too," Will added, watching Tori work and just as the words left his mouth, a loud booming voice called, "This just stinks of the She-Devil."

Tris turned and smiled at the huge, burley man as he bore down on her. "Gotta give you something to do other than eat all the pastries, Amar," she said with a gracious smile.

"Sweet cheeks, you always inspire me to do my best work," he returned her smile; a large gentle hand swept along her cheek as he walked passed her.

"Beatrice," a softer accented voice called. "Are you okay, malinkaya?"

Tris looked at the dashingly handsome man before her; tall, slender, with tanned skin, dark hair and an unbelievable sexy smile. "I'm fine, Vladimir, you won't lose your drinking partner that easily. I have to win my money back, remember?" she smiled.

"That I do, Beatrice. And I have a new batch which arrived this morning straight from the motherland," his eyes twinkling.

"You're on, Vladimir," she smiled back; her eyes wandering unconsciously back to the medics working on Four.

"Please, Vladimir. Let her heal before you poison her with that shit," Tori commented, standing up. "He's ready to go." Tori turned back to Tris and pulled back Will's shirt to inspect her back. "Shit, Tris, you might need time in a unit yourself."

"Yeah, okay, but after I know he's going to be fine," she agreed as they walked behind the gurney Four was laid on.

"Are you sure it's wise to bring him in, Tris?" Tori asked skeptically.

"If it wasn't for him, you'd be talking to a dead person right now," Tris swallowed. "I made a mistake, and he's paying for it. I have to help him."

"Okay," Tori backed down immediately with a smile, knowing once her friend had decided to do something, nothing would deter her. "But you're explaining it to the big man," Tori finished, not knowing that she was echoing Caleb's earlier words.

Tris nodded as she watched them place the gurney in the back of their private ambulance. She looked back down the alley to see Armen, Vladimir, and their team, prep the bodies to be removed and disposed.

That was another three deaths to add to her tally now, she knew she was still in the lead, but knowing this didn't make her want to do her happy dance. Her life was great, but the deaths were taking their toll on her. She made a mental note to talk to Jack again and soon, even though she knew it would be mandatory after this evening's mission. She smiled when Al hobbled past her and was helped into the back of the ambulance.

"You owe me some porn, Prior," he called to her as the doors shut.

"Whatever, Al," she laughed as Caleb and Will came up beside her, both in just their undershirts.

She slung an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Now, that was a rush," she grinned. "You can't deny you have a buzz going on right now," she continued, looking side to side at both of them. "Who's buying?" she asked as they walked down the sidewalk, the boys each putting an arm around her waist, mindful of the deep cuts on her back.

"I believe it's your turn," Caleb said.

"Do I look like I have money on me?" she asked with a smile.

"Shit, Tris. Where's my gun?"

Tris just smiled at him as they climbed into a SUV that was waiting for them.