(I don't own any rights or characters because they belong to Veronica Roth. This is set before the books. Jeanine is younger.)

Kane watched from his vantage point as Jeanine Matthews sashayed from the Erudite headquarters to her car. He admired her fitted blue coat and platinum blonde hair. She led a privileged life, he thought as he scanned her accompanying entourage. Having only just returned to the city, Kane didn't know much about her. He merely knew her name and what she stood for. She was an important Erudite leader with a lot of power, or so they said.

Ms Matthews browses the latest report to grace her desk. It is a report on the Hunters disturbance. A group of divergents, who effortlessly resist all attempts at arrest, continue to deal in contraband, and who had been unheard of for years. There were confirmed sightings of individuals where they had resurfaced to the south of the wall.
Stamping the report with 'urgent', Jeanine summons security to her and advises them to capture one or more of the hunters from beyond the gate, so that she could ascertain their threat level and ultimately destroy them.
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7pm.

Before entering her apartment, something catches Jeanine's eye. Something that shouldn't be outside her apartment. Large muddy boots. Her breath hitches. Someone is inside.
She pushes her alert bracelet, confident that her security should be here within 5 minutes.
Curious to see who had the audacity to break and enter, or at least enter as there was no sign of breakage from the front door, she continues inside.

"You should know that security will be here momentarily," she called to the unseen intruder.
"No, they won't." A tall, dark haired man comes into view. "I blocked your call."
He has an athletic build but he isn't overly large. His clothing is fierce but he wears a playful smile. Grubby, like he had been in the wilderness. Which, obviously, he had.
She looks behind him in annoyance but is still composed.
"Let's call a truce," the man said. "I mean you no harm."
She looks up, assessing him.
She detects the smell of shaving cream. He had helped himself to her bathroom.
"I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Kane." He crosses the kitchen slowly (in his dark brown leather pants and cotton shirt) and holds his empty hands up, smiling.
"What do you want?" she asks.
Jeanine leans back against her plush beige sofa, attempting to look nonchalant. If she kept him talking, she could learn more about him and the other divergents.
He stops his approach.
"I could go for a snack right now. Do you mind if I have a look in your fridge?"He doesn't wait for an answer but turns for the fridge.
To his back is strapped a semi-automatic weapon and a long sheathed blade. His left shoulder bears a prominent pink scar. Jeanine resists the urge she feels to jettison his clothes into the furnace and throw him under the shower fosset. She thinks about her next move as he rummages through her fridge. She really should be more alarmed, she questioned herself.
"Jeanine, - can I call you Jeanine? We could help each other," he tells her.
"You're a divergent. Why should I trust you?" she retorts, accusingly.
"I bet you can't get fresh seafood," he says through bites of cold ham.
"No one has eaten seafood in over 40years." She snaps. "How long have you been outside of the gate?"
He stands against her dark kitchen bench top, opposite her. "Ah, 18 months… this round."
She finds herself starring, his dark eyes piercing her blue-grey ones.
"And in total?"
"Ah, a few years," he answers, noncommittally.
"Isn't it dangerous?" She probes.
"Not if you know what you're doing." He pulls a small cerated knife out from his waist band and slices into her green apple on her counter. "And besides, not all of us are cut out for a life of luxury." He nodded to her interior designed dining room setting.
She folds her arms defensively, her fitted coat pulling tight.
"So, is there a Mr Matthews?"
As if he is in his kitchen and not the head of Erudite's.
She gives away no reaction to that impertinent question. "How did you get in here?" her voice even, despite her displeasure.
"Call yourself 'Erudite Intelligence'," Kane grins.
He takes another swig of her citrus juice, wipes his knife slowly, and readies himself to leave.
She calmly smoothed her skirt down with her hands. "You think Erudite is doing something wrong?"
"Too right, I do. Bunch of crazies," he added under his breath.
"Can't you see we're working for the greater good?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you." He looked sincere.
Her voice was cold. "You're the deviant."
"And that justifies shooting at us?" He looked appalled momentarily.
"You're a poor blend of impulses and impurities," she emphasised.
He puts his wide-brimmed hat on and despite it being out of date, he made it look good.
"I've left you a bottle of red wine in your bedroom."
Her eyes flash at his admission.
"Consider my proposal to work together. I'll see you soon." He left through the front door.
Jeanine sighs in relief and then calls Erudite HQ to report the intruder.

-
Jeanine Matthews had had a helluva day. At last she was home and could put her feet up, some soft music on and… she remembers the bottle of red wine that the divergent had given her. She finds the bottle and brings it to the kitchen. It is 100years old and the label is in French.
Taking off her heels, she takes out a wine glass. After smelling it, with her handheld device she scans it for poisons but finds nothing sinister.
Tempted as she is to either see what she could get for it on the black market or to test it properly for toxins, she smiles as she remembers the rugged assassin –as she thought of him – who had forced himself into her apartment. The shock of meeting Kane had worn off but the effect hadn't. She found herself reliving their exchange almost every day since. At first she had felt tense but that feeling soon gave way to an enjoyable excitement and she found herself attracted to the hunter and wondering when she would see him again. Why were these emotions surfacing? She shut them down again.
She swallows, regretfully. She could allow herself a few minutes to contemplate them before controlling them, couldn't she?

Who was Kane and why had he visited her? Was it a once-off or would he show up again? Whether he would accost her in an alleyway, break into her home again or even kidnap her and hold her to ransom... She entertains the thought of having him captured. Brought to her by her security, locked up in a cell. Injecting him with a truth serum…
The alcohol enters her bloodstream. She feels her arms grow heavier and next her head swirls. She was drinking on an empty stomach. Foolish, she thought.
She wonders what price she would fetch if captured…
She thought of his leather pants, and then stopped herself. It could be years before he's ever heard from again. He could be dead or dying… out there in the wilderness… right now, she thought.
She closes her eyes and puts an end to all those thoughts. Those emotions and thoughts would not be entertained any longer. She had a job to do and she needed control and composure to do it.
Jeanine recorks the bottle and washes her wine glass slowly.
She leaves a message for Research & Development to supply her with the latest and most effective tracking device with which to slip onto Kane's boots should he reappear.
More ideas came to her during the evening on how to behave, how to capture him, to learn his secrets.

-
8 days later.
Jeanine closed her apartment door behind her and hangs her coat up on the coat stand.
"Did you enjoy the wine?"
Jeanine flinchs at the voice, realising she wasn't alone.
Kane is in her kitchen again.
No doubt, he has disabled her alarm signals again. She would have to increase her security. Or would she?
She feels for the tracking device in her skirt pocket.
Perhaps if she finds out more, he could lead her to the other divergents and she could wipe them out. After she has made an example of them.
She enters her lounge room, regarding him with eyes narrowed and sits down on her sofa with a view to the kitchen.
"You did, didn't you?" Kane saunters over to her, smiling.
"You think you can just come and go as you please?" Jeanine's voice is icy.
"I'm fresh from the coast," he says, scratching the sand from under his nails on the floor. "I've left 2 delicious crabs in your fridge. You can cook them in butter! Delicious." He grins at her, pleased with himself.
She almost smiles.
"I saw you today," he tells her. "In the market place. And outside Erudite headquarters. What were you discussing?"
Jeanine doesn't look surprised that he had followed her. Spied on her. "That's none of your concern."
He is undeterred. "You shouldn't hide your gorgeous legs under those pants."
He had hit the mark. She flushes in surprise and struggles to rein him in. To take control.
"So, Kane, was it? Do you work alone?" she exudes authority once again.
"Oh, Jeanine, I thought we could be friends!" He chides her, not answering her question.
"How do you know I don't have a weapon on me, right now?"
"You could well do. But you'd have to hit me and I might fight back. You don't want that." He brushes a hand under his chin and rests it on his pants buckle.
Jeanine's armchair faced him.
She was trying to place his accent. Perhaps his parents had been British imports… she made a mental note to look up his records. But without a surname it would be quite the puzzle. She estimates his age at late 20's. He is at least a little cleaner this visit than his last. She watches as he briefly checks his small electronic device and then puts it out of sight. He doesn't belong in this picture.

Just as she watched him, he was watching her. She hypnotised him. That's why he had come back. He had had to see her again. To enter her bathroom and smell her soap. To lie on her bed and touch her pillow.
"Jeanine, I want to talk about the black market trade. Why not loosen up the regulations? Your people are not helping the situation. The people need what the hunters provide." He sits down on the 3 seater opposite her as if he owns the place.
"I'm going to have you all arrested!" Jeanine says defiantly. "It's individual deviants like you who think they can do what they like who threaten the security of everyone."
"We don't just deal in food and alcohol. We bring back medicine, flora, important samples and so on." It's as if he is having a different, civil conversation.
"Humpf!" She replies.
"It might even surprise you to learn that only yesterday we supplied several rare minerals with incredible weight-bearing properties to your very own Erudite scientists."
Her mouthed gapes open but then she closes it again. "You're lying."
"Why would I lie?" His eyes smile again. She was an unpredictable mix of tenderness and ferocity.
She scrutinized him but didn't answer.
"I'm getting some water. Would you like some?" he stands.
She doesn't answer.
"I heard you might even want to destroy the Abnegation government."
"I'm trying to help people and make the city a safer place," she replies, clearly annoyed.
Kane drinks some water from her glass and then they look at each other for a few seconds, not saying anything.
"Your bodyguard. The guy with the cropped short hair who carries a pistol. He's working for Dauntless. You can't trust him. I thought you should know."
Jeanine looks at him like she didn't believe him but Kane assumes that she is thankful for the advice, proof or no proof.
As he leaves, she threatens him. "If you want to reach me, call my office. If you ever come back here, it will be the last thing you do."
He stares at her, angrily. "I thought at least you'd have an open mind. Turns out I'm wrong."
Kane exits.