Prologue Four POV:

Six Months Ago

01:12

I woke to a small green florescent light and the high pitched beep of a pager. She was already sitting up in bed, checking the message that was displayed in the bright green font. She when to stand, but I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her close.

"Tris, what is it?" I said groggily, "It is one in the morning, what could possibly be going on at this time of night that a leader is needed?"

I knew that her job required her to leave the compound, hell she was hardly ever here. She was the only leader with initial training as a faction ambassador. The other leaders always say that is why she is the one that always has to travel to other factions, and deal with most of problems outside of the Dauntless compound. Personally, I think they use it as an excuse to send the youngest leader to do all of the jobs that no one else wants to do. But, if Tris doesn't care who am I to complain. She always says that she likes to get out and "see the city" anyway.

She turned toward me, eyes wide and eyebrows pulled together. She looked more aware than any human should after waking up from a deep sleep at one in the morning. Something was off, but my mind was too foggy to think about it.

She responded after a moment of thinking, "There is a fight going on in the factionlness sector near Erudite, and the noses are all hot and bothered by it" she gave a small smirk, but that worried look never left her eyes.

"I'm going to take Daryl down there to scare them off, and then I will probably fill out some paperwork, give a stupid, reassuring speech about how Dauntless will protect the city and they will no longer have to worry about loud noises, and I will catch a train back here in time to see Zeke or Uriah do something stupid at breakfast."

I felt a lazy smile creep onto my face, and I laughed. Five an a half years ago if someone would have told me that I would have a loving wife who was a kick-ass leader, and a large group of friends, I would have laughed in their face. I was happy in my life in Dauntless now. The faction was turning back to its roots thanks to Tris. She had convinced Max that teamwork needed to be a priority again, and that we should value brain power, rather than just being brutes and meatheads. All of my thoughts about leaving the faction had become a distant memory of an almost-very-bad decision.

I watched her put on a pair of pants, a sweatshirt, and begin to tie her boots. Once she rose again she turned to me an smiled. I pushed a few of her soft, blond locks behind her ears and stared into her grey eyes. She smiled, "I love you Tobias, see you soon." And with that I kissed her, my lips brushing up against hers as I said, "love you too."

All I heard was the soft click of the front door closing as I drifted back to sleep, totally forgetting to ask her to elaborate on what made her look so worried.

06:00

This time I woke to a louder, more obnoxious, and consistently faster beeping. I waited for it to stop, but it just got louder and more frequent. "Tris…" I mumbled as I reached across the bed to turn it off. Then, I remembered the events of earlier this morning, almost as if I was recalling a dream, and I realized that the reason why the alarm was still going off is that the person who usually shuts if off was no longer in the building.

I rolled out of bed, got dressed in some workout clothes, and headed toward the training room. Hopefully that by the time I finished a workout, showered, and headed to the dinning hall, Tris would be there.

There were not many people milling around the compound at six in the morning. The Dauntless tended to be night owls rather than early birds, but that is why Tris and I always ended up spending time together in the early morning. This was a time before work, friends, and other distractions, it was the perfect time to be alone together.

I made it to the training room and began my normal routine, weights, punching bags, and then target practice, and if I was lucky and no one else had decided to use the training room yet, I could get in a little work with the knives. They were never my favorite, but Tris always seemed to enjoy watching me throw them more than she enjoyed watching me do any other activity, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy being stared at by my wife.

Today though my workout would be quick, I needed to talk to Tris, and ask her why she was so concerned this morning, and what exactly was going on at one in the morning. The more that I came to my senses throughout the morning the more questions I realized that I had. In the five years that she has held a faction ambassador/leader position, she has never received a page that early in the morning.

I shook it off and started to hit the punching bag at a steady rhythm. I would soon have the answers to my questions.

07:56 am

I walked into the dinning hall expecting the first person that I saw to be Tris, but I seemed to see everyone else but her.

"Hey Four!" I turned to my left and saw Shauna waving me over to the table were she, Zeke, Uriah, Lynn, and Christina were sitting having breakfast. Marlene and Will were absent because they both worked night shifts at the Dauntless hospital. It was always fun to hear about their wild cases over breakfast in the morning. I have learned over the years here that the best things in Dauntless happen after dark.

"Where's Tris?" Christina asked while bouncing 9-month-old Lina on her lab. According to Will and Christina Lina was not planned, but as soon as she came into the world everyone in our friend group forgot about that and fell in love with her. She was an adorable little girl, who would someday be a beautiful woman. She had Christina's skin tone with Will's light eyes, her hair which was already long, thick, and curly, was a caramel color.

The biggest surprise about Lina though, is that her favorite person in our friend group was me.

It was not like I tried to make that happen it just did, and it freaked me out a little. I don't look very nice, nor did I talk to her in a baby voice like Shauna, or make funny faces at her like Zeke. I always tried to be as far away from her as possible. I don't really like small, fragile human beings. But, she always seemed to gravitate toward me, and she liked to play with my ears. I also have a theory she just pretends to like me to piss off her least favorite member of the group, Tris. I will never forget the time that Lina wrapped her little arms around my neck, and then proceeded to stare Tris down. Tris's expression of wide eyes and raised eyebrows afterwards was priceless.

Tris thinks that she is kissing up to me now so that I will rank her higher in initiation, and once Lina's undeveloped brain figures out that Tris is a leader she will begin to kiss up to her too. I laughed for a straight half an hour at that idea.

I looked up an responded to Christina, "No. I was hoping that she would be here. She had to go and take care of something at factionless at one this morning."

Zeke proceeded to spit out this orange juice, finally looking alive, and exclaimed, "One in the morning? Do the factionless sleep, or do they only cause trouble?"

Lynn chimed in, "Why the hell is a leader like Tris the one that has to go. I mean can't they get someone who is a fence guard or something like that?" don't I think about that every single time that they force her to go do some meaningless task.

"Hey",said Shauna, "What makes you think I want that job. Maybe we should send someone who fights for entertainment in her spare time. I'm sure someone like that would be could at breaking up fights, and telling people to shut up." It was supposed to be a dig at Lynn, but it didn't help the original problem. Uriah pointed this out, "Then wouldn't Tris still have to go, I mean she is not a frequent visitor to the fights, but she would still be on that list."

Shauna came up with a better comeback, "Why don't they send the current ambassador to the factions, hmm?"

"Shauna, sleep is the key to my beautiful features. How dare you suggest I sacrifice my good looks for some random fight in factionless." Uriah responded. This caused the entire table to burst into laughter, which in turn made Lina giggle, and that made the rest of them take their minds off of the original question "Where is Tris?"

Everyone except me.

I looked up and my eyes landed on a large boy sitting at a table across the room eating a stack of waffles, Daryl. I got up from my seat, my breakfast and my friends momentarily forgotten, and I make my way over to him.

He senses me coming over and turns, his signature goofy smile on his face as he says, "Hey Four, how's it going! What do you need?"

Daryl might be the largest person in the compound, but unprovoked he is about as intimidating as a seven-year-old girl in a pink tutu. I think that part of his personality came from the 16 years that he spent in Amity. But, if he is angered or he is on a job, he could kill a person with one well aimed punch. He ranked third in his initiation class not based on his average simulation times or his number of fears, but because of the fact that it was physically impossible for the giant to lose a fight.

Tris liked to keep him around on the rare occasion that she wasn't intimidating enough and needed someone else to do the job. It gave me piece of mind to know that a fiercely loyal, 6-foot 10-inch man always had her back. Daryl would take a bullet for her, he has even said so.

"What was up at factualness this morning? Where is Tris?" I asked. Daryl proceeded to look at me as if I had three heads.

That was another thing about Daryl. He was the embodiment of a "dumb Dauntless".

"You know, one this morning, factionless, wimpy Erudite," I raised my eye brows and leaned toward him. He still looked at me as like I was crazy.

"Look bro, I was at a party all last night. Your girl gave me the day off today. I knew that I could go all night, so I decided to take advantage of that. If she had shown up at one in the morning I would have remembered." he paused, "That is one strange call. If she had come to me I would have advised her not to go, do you think she took someone else?"

I felt my stomach drop. Tris knew that Daryl wasn't going to go with her. Did she go by herself? Why would she tell me she was going to take Daryl if she gave him time off? What happened this morning? Where is she?

What the hell is going on?

I didn't even bother to answer Daryl's questions. I ran as fast as my feet could take me to the control room to find out where my wife is.

08:15

A few years ago I would have been looking over my shoulder constantly to make sure that my supervisor was not going to catch me going through old video, and breaking the rules. Now I don't have to worry about that. I am the chief supervisor of all of city security. I make the rules now, so every once in a while I give myself license to break them. Now is one of those times.

I combed through the video until I found what I wanted. At 01:35 Tris got on a train headed toward the factionless sector. I watched the video of her sitting on the ground in the car, tapping her foot at a rapid pace.

At 01:57 she got off the train and walked into a sparsely lit alley. It began to be difficult to track her. She slipped in and out of the feed and the street lamp light. Finally at 02:04, she stopped in the edge of one of the lamp lights just inside the feed of one of the cameras, she checked her watch and waited. It was as if she was waiting for someone, and there was no fight going on that I could see.

Suddenly she jumps, startled, and turns to look at something just out side of the feed. She begins to talk. I wish that these cameras had audio; I make a mental note to fix that. It must have been a someone if she is talking I realize. My heart starts to pound in my chest, my stomach is doing summersaults, and I have a very bad feeling.

Then a hand reaches out from the shadows and hits her in the stomach. Her face contorts in pain, and as the hand moves and she stumbles back into the lamp light. I see that she has a hand over her shirt, and the fabric is getting darker around her hand. Blood. A stab wound.

Then the screen flickers and shows snow. The time stamp says 02:13.

I frantically comb through the other video files, there are no other angles of this alley.

That is when I get up and I sprint.

No. No. NO! Not Tris, please no, is the only thing that is going through my mind as I run into the leadership offices.

I find myself at Max's door. It is open, there are older Dauntless, ambassadors from other factions, and the other Dauntless leaders. Eric is smirking at me, but Max looks at me like I am a ticking time bomb. I open my mouth to speak, but Max beats me to it.

"I guess it was only a matter of time before you got curious and checked the feed from this morning." he started, "We had to wait to make sure. You should know that we were hoping that it wouldn't be her. She was one of the greatest leaders, and most influential people in this faction, we needed to make sure it was really her before we went around announcing things, or even worse, before this sensitive information got into the wrong hands." I could feel my world beginning to fall apart piece be piece, slowly edging toward nothing. I knew the words that were coming next but I just could't make myself believe them.

"Four, I am deeply sorry to tell you that this morning at around 2 this morning, Tris was killed. Your wife is dead."

My head was pounding and all of a sudden my knees made contact with the floor and tears began to roll out of my eyes. One phrase was on repeat in my mind.

Your wife is dead.

2 days later

14:45

I end up looking over the chasm and listening to the rapids crash up against the rocks. I don't exactly remember how I got here, life has been a bit of a blur for the past 54 hours. I am on drink. . . I don't exactly know at this point. All I do know is that the drink I have is not strong enough, I need another preferably stronger one, and that the love of my life is dead.

Your wife is dead.

Those four words still on repeat in my head. The image of her bleeding out, alone in a dark alley, plays along with them. I am too deep in my thoughts that I don't hear Will approach until he is standing right next to me over looking the chasm.

"You didn't speak," is what he leads off with. I shrug my shoulders, but I don't turn to face him as I say, "I didn't know what to say," I pause, "and I don't really think that I am in any shape to be happily toasting to the "great, dauntless life" that my wife lead."

It was true. I do not think that I could even stand up straight with out this railing supporting me, let alone get up on a platform that would trigger my fear of heights, and pretend to be fine with this. It would take all of the self control I possess not to go up there and shoot everyone in the entire compound. Right about now though, I can feel what little self control I still had being surrendered to the bottle in my hand.

Will shrugs at that and takes a sip out of the bottle that he is holding, "Hey, at least you're here. Christina can't even get out of bed. Zeke, Uriah, Shauna, and Marlene are all sobbing uncontrollably down there. Even Lynn looks like she has been crying" he pauses, "It seems like the entire faction is under a trance of drink, cheer, and be somber."

I turn to look at him and I immediately regret it. Directly behind him is a screen that is showing a slide show of pictures, pictures of her. Pictures of her with Uriah climbing trees in Amity, pictures of her with Christina and Shauna laughing about something, and pictures of her with me. Those ones hurt worst of all. I try to focus on Will's face.

"I didn't think that the Dauntless knew how to be somber" I say. Will tilts his head a little, considering his reply. It takes him a minute, then he says, "I don't know if you understand how big her impact was on this faction. She made Dauntless, well, Dauntless again. Most of the people who made it through initiation over the past 5 years are here and doing well because of her. She brought a whole new meaning to "ordinary acts of bravery" and she made the whole faction believe in it too." Will smiled and continued, "I think that she saved this faction from the likes of Eric and his counter parts. The people down there, especially the young and smart ones, see that. They want justice, not a party."

This made me think for a moment. I never knew that Will was this observant. I should have guessed though, his home faction would be a dead give away.

I gave a very small smile as I said, "So, you want justice. They want justice. Well, I want justice too." I meant every word that I said. I wanted justice for her and I wanted answers. I could see that Will had come to the same conclusion. I stuck out my hand in true Dauntless fashion, and he griped it with his own. As we shook hands I said, "Here's to getting justice and finding answers."

The first question to answer: Who Killed Tris Prior?

Authors Note: Hi Guys! I'm Bridget and I am new to FanFiction, but I am really excited to be here sharing my little "daydream" ideas with you. Just a little about this story: This is a no war (not yet anyway) story that takes place 6 years after Tris's choosing ceremony. The prologue (above) is a flash back to provide a little background into the mystery of Tris's supposed death that happened 6 months before the present time. The story will mostly be told from the POV of my OC Vivianne (who will appear in chapter 1), with a few chapters written in the POV of other characters (like Four), and a few from an omniscient narrator. I do have the story roughly planned out to the end. Also, fair warning that my updates will be sporadic. I am a student-athlete who is very busy, but I will try to update as often was I can. Finally as I said before I am new to FanFiction and writing in this format. If there is anything that you would like me to know that would make my story easier to read please let me know! (thanks to Wrenlovesreading for the formatting tip:) ). Other than that, feel free to provide constructive criticism, read my bio, say hi, or anything else. I hope that you enjoy my story!

-Bridget