Chapter 1: First Day.
I close my eyes and lift my face towards the sun. I feel its rays as they dance across my face. I stretch my little arms out as if I could reach the sun and hold it in my arms, feeling its warmth. All of a sudden, I feel pieces of mulch strike my little toddler legs.
"Toby!" I squeal as I chase after my best friend.
"What Trissy? You don't like mulch? I love it!" He yells and throws chunks of mulch above him.
I giggle profusely as the pieces find their way back to his head.
"That wasn't funny." He pouts as he crosses his arms.
I run over to hug him and he surprises me by throwing dirt and mulch in my hair. I scream and we run around the playground without knowing any of the problems in the world, just two little friends and the springtime sun.
I awake from this dream, or possible memory, at the overly irritating buzz of my alarm clock. "4:30" it reads in bulky red letters. I groan as I punch the sleep button. I throw my sheets from me and hurry to the shower. I sing along to the radio as I wash my hair and shave my legs.
Today is the first day of my new job. I have finally made it. All those years of school and police training will soon pay off.
I dress in a black blazer and crisp slacks. I consider texting Christina to ask her how I should fix my hair, but I decide against it and put it up in a tight bun at the back of my head. I sigh and tell myself that Christina fix it when I meet her for coffee.
Chris and I met in training about eighteen months ago and have been friends ever since. We start work together today. Our first job as criminal investigators will be at the Chicago Police Department and to be honest, I'm really excited about it.
I walk in to Starbucks and I get in line because I know that Christina will be late as usual. She's never late if it's important, but if it isn't necessary then she doesn't bother to be on time. She walks in just as I approach the counter to tell the man my order.
"Hey," she says walking towards me carrying three large bags bumping into people as she comes.
I nod and smile. I order a Double Chocolatey Chip Frappuccino and the cashier gives me a look.
"I didn't peg you for a Frappuccino kind of girl…"
"Tris." I tell him and he writes my name on the cup.
"Tris," he repeats and smiles. He looks like he's writing something else but I can't see what it is.
I walk over to where Christina is sitting. "You don't want anything?" I ask her.
"Nope," she says popping the "P". "Well you look uptight and just, well, dreadful," she expresses. Christina is one of those people who say what they're thinking and they don't hold a thing back. Her whole family is like that though. They're all very candor.
"Good morning to you, too." I utter sarcastically.
"But it's okay because you have me as a best friend and new co-worker!" she seems more enthusiastic about it than me, but it's a close call. She pulls something out of one of her bags. It's a makeup bag.
I groan.
"Come on! What are you going to do when we see a hot detective at work?" She asks playfully.
"If I wear makeup just today and never again, it'll give them the wrong impression." I say like it's obvious.
"Well then I guess we'll just have to make sure you wear it more often, then."
"Whatever," I huff.
She grins triumphantly.
"Tris!" I hear my name being called by the curious cashier and I get up to retrieve my coffee. He lifts his eyebrows at me seductively and I scoff. "Call me," he says with a wink and I realize his number is written on the side of the cup right under my name. There's even a heart over the "i".
"Ew," Christina and I say at the same time which causes us to erupt with laughter. We chat for a while because we have an abundance of time since we don't have to be at work until 7:30.
We go into the bathroom where Christina applies some foundation, powder, eyeliner and mascara on me. I tell her I don't want eye shadow or anything too fancy and surprisingly, she doesn't argue.
She brushes my long, blonde hair to the back of my head and puts it in a tight, sleek pony tail. "There, now you're striking."
I turn to look at my reflection and I almost don't recognize myself. I don't look pretty, certainly, but Christina is right. I look noticeable.
We decide to ride together and it's a quiet drive to work, both of us too nervous to carry on a conversation.
I pull in to the parking lot and I feel butterflies. I'm so excited for my life as a detective to begin. I wonder if Chris and I will be partners. I circle the parking lot multiple times until Christina points out a prime parking spot which has a sign with "Detective Prior" engraved on it. A couple of spaces to the right must be Christina's spot because that sign reads "Detective Mitchell". I am suddenly thrown off by the sign in the space next to mine. "Four." Huh. How blunt.
The car in the lot is a shiny, black Mazda 6 and I instantly know this guy has got to be genuinely cocky but probably well ranked within the department. Although, as pretty as it is, it really doesn't compare to my black Aston Martin DB9. I didn't even buy it though. Mom's a nurse. Daddy's a doctor. They donate most of their money, but this was a present for my new job, which I'm going to be late for if I don't hurry. Christina and I share a joyful glance at each other, then race to the door. We stop and fix ourselves before we turn the corner that leads to our future.
"Ah. You have arrived." The tall man with slicked back hair and piercings everywhere welcomes us. "Prior, Mitchell, this is Detective Four and Detective Cassidy. They will show the ropes of CPD." I inspect the tall blonde that must be Detective Cassidy first. I notice that she a couple piercings as well. Is this a common thing here?
She shakes my hand and introduces herself, "Hi. It's nice to meet you. I'm Lauren." Then she moves on to Christina.
My eyes shift to "Four" and I lose myself. Those eyes. I am sent to a midnight sky filled with twinkling stars that I could stare at for hours. He reaches out his hand and I place mine in his. There's a jolt of electricity going through me like a never-ending wire. "Tris," is all I can get myself to say. I don't mean for my voice to sound that light but he is so dreamy. His firm jawline, his hooked nose, his ruffled brown hair and those defined muscles that stick out through his dark gray shirt.
"Call me Four," he states in a deep, appealing voice that gives me goose bumps. I can't be sure but I feel like he lingers the hand shake slightly longer than socially acceptable. His hand moves from mine to Christina's and I compose myself.
"And I am Detective Eric Samuels. Four will be assisting you, Prior and you, Mitchell will go along with Cassidy here."
Christina and I nod and out of the corner of my eyes, I see her give me a look.
Eric talks about how today we will need to take a picture for our ID badge and fill out some paperwork. He gives us each a map tells us we will both be in the Dauntless section of the building. He welcomes us again before he parts with Lauren. I feel someone's stare on me and I glance over my shoulder to find Four's breathtaking eyes now on mine.
"Welcome to the CPD," he whispers in my ear as he walks past me.
Second attempt at a first fanfic. Let me know if you like it!
I don't own Divergent, and if I did it wouldn't have turned out so wonderful! So be thankful that I don't.
*If you were wondering about my other story, I am working on it. I wasn't happy with the way things were panning out so I took it down.