A/N: Thank you so much for the nice reviews and all the followers. I really hoped you guys liked it. This story came to me a few months ago. I had a terrible couple of days at work and was so angry and frustrated that this came out of it all. This and a couple of more chapters will be a bit intense emotion wise. I hope I didn't overdo it or it's too dull. Well, I'll leave you to be the judge of that.

Tris's POV

I follow Matt around like a loyal lap dog. He is the one who knows where the DOA is. Earlier today a group of hikers found the human remains of a person embedded in a tree trunk. Now, we have no idea how it got there, but it is my job to figure it out. I know this might sound macabre but I can't feel other but excited to figure this mystery out.

We spend almost an hour doing preliminary work on the crime scene before the body with trunk and all is loaded into the truck and driven to the lab where I will start my analysis. I could already determine that the victim is female, Asian, in her mid thirties and pregnant. I feel sorry for her and her baby. Both deserved to live. The baby deserved to be born. I will call my uncle Joe later and ask him to light a candle and pray for them. As for me, I need to find out who she was, when she died, how she died, but more importantly who caused it.

I ride in Matt's car and I can see he isn't his usual cheerful self. He wants to tell me something, I know because he always stays silent like this before telling me something bad. I wonder what it is, but I've learned over the years to give him his space until he is ready. But whatever it is it must be big.

"Here we are" he says.

"You wanna come in for the juicy part?" I ask him, knowing full well that he would rather cut his own foot off rather than stay with me in the lab and watch me perform an autopsy.

"Hell, no" he immediately answers.

"Alright, your loss. See you later?" I ask.

"Maybe. I have some paperwork that needs to be done. I'll call you later" he says.

"Alright. If I find something out about our DOA I'll let you know. Love you" I say and close the door but I can still hear him say "Love you" back.

I walk into the lab where Dr. Morgan and Lucas already look fascinated at my murder victim.

"You guys wanna help me find a killer?" I ask and they both grin widely.

We spend the next five hours analyzing, prodding, taking samples before actually removing the body from the trunk. We carefully place the body on the table and take as many pictures as possible to document every step of our medical investigation. It takes us another two hours before we can finally close her up for the day and go home. We can't do anything anymore today anyway. Lucas send all the samples we took to the lab specialized in these sort of things and we expect them back tomorrow no later than noon.

I gather my things and Lucas offers to give me a ride home. I'm thankful for it, because I really don't like taking the sub and Matt hasn't called me back yet. Maybe he has a lot of work and in that case I don't want to add to his stress level. But maybe it has something to do with what he wants to tell me but didn't find the courage to do yet. In any case, I will find out soon. But for now I'm happy I'll be home soon.

Lucas leaves me in front of my building and we say goodbye. He offers to pick me up tomorrow morning, but I refuse politely. Since it's still warm outside I will take advantage of it and walk to work. This will change once the winter comes. I wave goodbye and enter the building. I climb the stairs to the second floor and unlock my apartment door. The first thing I see opposite from the front door is the picture of my parents on the small table in front of a mirror.

"Hi mom, hi dad. I'm home" I say. I know it's stupid. They can't hear me, but it makes me feel like they are somehow still here with me. I take off my shoes and enter my living room. I turn on the TV searching for some music channel and then walk into the kitchenette where I start preparing my dinner. Nothing fancy, just some pasta.

Every once in a while I look at my phone to see if Matt called, but there is no missed call to be displayed. Besides I would've heard the phone ringing. I decide to just let it go. He will tell me when he tells me. Like he always does.

I eat my dinner in front of the TV watching Casablanca. When I'm done eating and the movie is over I walk back into the kitchenette and wash my plate and fork. I drink my glass of water like every night and go to bed.

I wake the next morning early and I decide to have breakfast at the café. They have the best croissants in town anyway. I put on some dark blue jeans and a black tank top. But even though it's summer it's still a bit chilly this early in the morning, not to mention in the lab. I put on a dark blue jacket and zip it up. I decide to wear my black sneakers since it's quite a bit of a walk. I grab my bag, my phone and my keys and walk outside. The sun starts to shine brighter and I feel like nothing could happen today to disturb my good mood.

After about half an hour I reach the café. I enter it and I'm immediately greeted by Marlene.

"Good morning" she says. "You are even earlier today than usual."

"Good morning. Yeah, I woke up early and I decided to eat breakfast here. You guys have the best croissants. Can I have one along with a Caramel Latte Macchiato?" I ask.

"Sure. Take a seat. I'll bring them to you."

I go and sit in a corner where I can observe the café, but given its location it keeps me rather unseen. Marlene soon comes over and brings me my breakfast. I take a sip from my coffee and start reading the newspaper that was on the table. I'm so engrossed in the article I was reading that I didn't even notice that someone was talking to me until that someone pushed the paper down making me look up startled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" Four says to me and smiles a little shy.

"Uhm, sorry. I didn't see you there" I say. "Good morning."

"Good morning. Mind if I sit here?" he asks and I look up at him puzzled. Why would he sit here? Cute guys never sit where I sit. "If I'm bothering you I can sit somewhere else" he says and looks around for another place.

"No, no" I say quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly and he looks back at me with an amused look on his face. "I mean you can sit here. I didn't mean to offend you" I awkwardly say while he sits down.

"Offend me?" he asks puzzled. "Why do you think you would offend me? It's me who came here and imposed himself" he says.

"No, it's okay. I'm just not used to people sitting with me and talking to me. Well, other people than those at work. And most of them keep to themselves" I say and realize how stupid I sound. Gosh, where's a hole to sink in when you need one. I lower my eyes and he starts laughing. I look up and he is still laughing. He looks adorable when he smiles.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh that hard, but that was a good one. But seriously, if I'm bothering you I can always sit someplace else. No hard feelings. I promise" he says still smiling.

"No, you are not bothering me."

"So, anything interesting in there?" he asks.

"Nah, just the usual crap. I don't even read papers anymore" I say.

"'Cause you have a tablet?" he asks amused.

"No. Because there's so much drama in these things. There's enough at work, I don't need more" I say.

"I understand that."

"So, where are you from?" I ask.

"Why do you assume I'm not from here?" he asks. "Some super doctor voodoo of yours?" he asks and I burst out laughing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be that loud" I say apologetically.

"It's fine. You have a lovely laugh and not at all too loud. I can still hear with my left ear" he teases.

"Ha, ha, really funny. But you haven't answered my question" I say.

"Neither have you" he counters.

"I asked first."

"Alright. New York. Brooklyn. Your turn" he says.

"Chicago" I say.

"No. I already know that. I meant my question" he says amused.

"Ah, that. Right. It's not voodoo. It's called small talk. I just asked. So New York?"

"Yeah. Moved here when I was 18 and got a baseball scholarship. It was great to change the scenery" he says and looks out the window.

"Something happened in New York" I say and watch his reaction. He immediately looks at me in disbelief, probably wondering why I would say that. "I'm sorry. I noticed yesterday that you are tensed most of the times a reaction usually seen in people who fear they might get attacked. You don't have to answer me, I don't need to know. But if you ever want to talk about it and don't want any of your friends to know you can talk to me. Sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers about certain things than with friends or family. After my parents died I had a hard time and I felt like everything was falling apart. I felt like I couldn't talk to my brother, he was as hurt as I was. I also didn't feel like talking to my uncle or cousins and as you know by now I don't have friends, not like the ones you do. They love you very much by the way" I say and he smiles. "I went to therapy to talk about my parents death and how it made me feel. I don't really believe in psychology, but sometimes talking to someone is halfway through healing. So, if you want you can always talk to me" I say.

"Maybe I will. But I don't know how to reach you. I can't always come here hoping I would run into you" he says with a charming smile. I feel myself blush at his words. I pull my eyes from his just long enough to look in my bag for a business card of mine. I finally find one and hand it to him.

"Here, that's my business card" I say and he takes it.

"Don't you know your own phone number?" he asks amused.

"No. Do you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I have to keep so many things up here" I say pointing at my head "that I can't afford remembering a sequence of digits." He laughs at that and then looks down at the card.

"Dr. Beatrice Prior, MD, PhD. You've got a PhD too?" he asks.

"Yeah, got it this year actually. Forensic anthropology" I say proudly.

"Congratulations" he says.

"Thank you."

"Prior? Prior? You said you have a brother. Is his name Caleb by any chance?" he asks.

"Yes" I say excited. For a moment something crosses his features that I can't quite place. "Do you know him?" I ask.

"Yeah. We played baseball together in college. He is a great guy" Four says to me and it makes me happy to hear that.

"He is and he is the best big brother" I say proudly.

"One that doesn't even visit you" he says.

"Well he is busy and I'm busy. We will see each other soon" I defend.

"I guess he is busy. With the wedding and all."

"Wedding?" I ask confused. "What wedding?"

"Well, his. I gather you'll be there tomorrow" he says and looks at me.

"I think you are mistaken. Caleb, my brother, he isn't getting married. He doesn't even have a girlfriend. You are mistaken" I say more firmly.

"Calm down. Maybe it's just a coincidence and we talk about two different people" he suggests. I find it unlikely but either he lies or something is terribly wrong here. "Do you have a picture of him?" he asks and I pull out my phone. I look through my gallery and realize I don't have any pictures of my brother that aren't four or five years old. I find one where his face is clearly seen and hold it in front of Four's eyes. He looks at it and his expression changes to a confused one.

"See? You are mistake, right?" I ask almost desperately.

"I'm sorry. But that's the same person. He gets married tomorrow and …" Four is still talking when I get up and run out of the café.

He is mistaken. This is not true. Caleb would never lie to me. He would never keep something like this from me. I am his sister. He just can't. Tears are streaming down my face, but I don't care. I need to get my answers. I need to speak to my brother. I dial his number and wait for him to pick up, but his phone goes straight to voicemail. I contemplate if I should leave a message. But what should I say? Hey Caleb. Is it true you are getting married tomorrow? No. This is ridiculous. This guy is mistaken. This can't be true. I go to the only place I know I will find answers. The FBI.

Tobias's POV

I watch Tris storm out and I wonder for a second what happened. The picture she held up was the picture of Caleb Prior. He and I played ball in college and he is getting married tomorrow. I would know if it wasn't true, right? I'm still sitting confused at the table looking at the business card she had given me, thinking about her reaction. She seemed like she didn't know. But she is his sister. How can she not know?

I'm so engrossed in my thoughts that I don't even register when my friends sit down and look at me with curious expressions.

"Earth to Four? What's up man?" Zeke asks amused.

"Something strange happened" I say and hand him the business card.

"Dr. Beatrice Prior, MD, PhD" he reads out loud. "What? A girl gave you her card? Stranger things have happened" he says mockingly but I glare at him.

"Look again. The name" I insist. He does as I say and it seems he gets it.

"Prior? As in Caleb Prior? Are they related?" Uriah asks.

"She is his sister" I say and they all look at me shocked.

"The one from the loony bin?" Shauna asks.

"Apparently the same" I say still in shock.

"Did she escape or something?" Uriah asks.

"What are you guys talking about?" Marlene asks coming to our table. Zeke hands her the card and she reads Tris's card.

"Is this Caleb's sister? The one who has gone cuckoo?" Marlene asks gesturing accordingly.

"Yeah. Imagine this, she was in here talking to Four" Uriah says.

"I didn't see anyone other than Tris" she says and then it dawns on her. "Tris is Caleb's sister?" she asks a little louder and I nod.

"The hot chick from yesterday?" Uriah asks and Marlene smacks him. "Sorry, babe."

"I don't get it. Caleb always said his sister is sick and needs assistance. The person we met yesterday seemed so grounded and other than the fact that she works with corpses she looked normal to me" Shauna says.

"I've seen her come in here every morning for the past three months at least and she never once left me the impression she was anything other than sane. Do you think she is some psycho?" Marlene asks.

"Guys, let's think a little outside of the box" I say and they look at me. "I have her business card. There has to be an address for her work place on it." Marlene looks at it but shakes her head.

"Sorry, it doesn't. But she said she works at the medical legal lab which is not far from here. One of us can go check her story out" she suggests.

"Or how about we check the internet. I don't want to go to a morgue" Uriah says making a disgusted face.

"Good idea, bro" Zeke says and takes out his phone as we all do. We all google the name Dr. Beatrice Prior and I'm overwhelmed by the number of hits her name brings.

"Fucking shit. I think only sex would have more hits than this girl" Uriah says.

"Check this out. Prodigy Beatrice Prior graduates summa cum laude from Harvard University med school at the age of 16" Shauna reads the title of an article.

"Dr. Beatrice Prior assists Dr. Matthews during the transplant of a human foot" Zeke reads out loud.

"Dr. Beatrice Prior, youngest MD to receive Lasker award" Marlene reads. "Wow, I've heard of those. That's a very prestigious award. You have to be outstanding in the medical field to even be considered, let alone to win" she adds. I didn't know that.

"Check this out" Uriah says. "Team of doctors in Tanzania attacked by rebels. Most of them died in initial attack, others were held hostage. Two survivors, Dr. Philips and Dr. Prior, save the lives of two dozen victims with minimum medical equipment and supplies. This girl is a walking superhero."

"Oh my God!" Shauna says and stands up. "Youngest winner of the Nobel prize in chemistry Dr. Beatrice Prior donates her winnings to Children's Hospital in Bagdad for survivors of Taliban attacks. Did you hear that? She won a fucking Nobel prize and she gave a ton load of money away."

"I'm starting to believe something isn't right here" Uriah says. "All the articles I've found had pictures. That's definitely Tris. She told the truth."

"If she told the truth than that means Caleb lied about her" Marlene says. "Why would he lie about this? His sister is awesome."

"More importantly, why would he not tell her he is getting married?" I ask and they look at me.

"What?" they all ask in unison.

"I practically informed her that her brother is getting married tomorrow. She had no clue. She even believed I was lying or I was confused or something. She showed me a picture, it was an older one of Caleb, but it was definitely him. I told her that he is the friend that will get married tomorrow. She mumbled not true and can't be and left in a hurry" I tell them.

"Oh my God. How could he not tell her?" Shauna asks.

"She seems so nice" Marlene says.

"What do we do? Do we tell Caleb?" Zeke asks.

"No" I say and they look at me perplexed.

"Why not?" Uriah asks. "I want to know what is going on here."

"Me too. But obviously Caleb didn't want her to know that he is getting married tomorrow and us that his sister is someone entirely different than he presented."

"How could he lie to us? I thought we were friends" Uriah says.

"How could he lie to his sister?" Marlene asks and I agree with her. If Caleb was capable of lying to his own flesh and blood why not some strangers?

"Christina" Shauna says.

"What?" Marlene asks.

"She was friends with both of them when they were children. She must know. Let me call her" Shauna says and looks at her phone. "Shit. I gotta go to work. How about I call Christina and we meet here back for lunch?" she suggests and we agree. We all leave to go to our work places, each of us thinking of what we learned about the Prior siblings.

A/N: So? What did you guys think?