Chapter 2
Hi! My name is Reese for those of you that are unaware. I didn't really give you guys any schedule or intro, if you will, but my updates will typically be Tuesdays and Fridays. I've had these chapters written for some time now. Volleyball takes up most of my time, which is why I can only update twice a week. I am usually very strict with my schedule. I never, ever, ever will abandon my story halfway through. I always stick with what I start. Also, I know some of you are confused about Tobias and Four being the same person, and they are. Cop by day, vigilante by night. Make sense? Anyway, sorry for the long A/N, they usually aren't this long. Hope you enjoy the chapter!
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"Are you still worrying about this Four guy?" Uriah asked when she walked into work the next day.
"No," Tris said adamantly.
But of course she was lying. This guy was a major stress on her shoulders. She couldn't stand the thought of him being out on the loose. Sure, he was helping people, but he was still a reckless man that had no place to do what he was doing. To keep the streets safer, he should've stayed off of them. This "Four" guy had absolutely no right. If he wanted to be hero, he should've become a cop.
They walked in through the lower level with all the cops and lower-ranked people.
Tris was getting irritated with him now. She stopped in her tracks. "No! Uriah, I don't—"
Then a man with nice and eyes and cute nerdy glasses walked straight into her, dropping his files all over the floor.
"Oh my god," Tris said. "I am so sorry. Let me help you pick those up." She squatted down and sorted out the files. "I don't think we've met. I'm Tris. Head Detective."
He chuckled. His voice was pretty deep. "Yeah, I know. I'm Tobias. Officer, as you can see." He pointed to his uniform.
Interesting. Nice eyes. Soothing voice. Ripped. These were the things running through her mind as she stared at him.
"Anyway," he said, "thanks for helping me pick these up. I'll… see you around?"
Tris smiled. "Yeah. Definitely."
So they turned their separate ways.
"You're cheeks got redder," Uriah observed. "You thought he was hot!"
She flushed. "Keep your voice down! God, Uriah. So what if I thought he was good looking? It doesn't matter."
"Oh, it so does."
"No it doesn't. My focus needs to be 100% on Four. This guy has to be stopped."
"So during your confrontation with Four, did you happen to notice any features that might look like someone you know?"
"Well I know he has those piercing blue eyes… I couldn't really tell 'cause it was dark and we were in an alley, to be honest."
"Well what outfit was he wearing."
"It looked like Hawkeye's from the Avengers movie," she chuckled. "It was kind of hot."
"Man, what's with you and thinking guys are hot lately?"
She rolled her eyes. "I am a single, pretty girl. Am I not allowed to have these thoughts?"
"You are fully entitled," he mumbled.
"All right. Interrogation room #2. This oughta be a fantastic day," she grumbled.
Hours later, Tris and Uriah were called out to a scene where Four had supposedly been. It was a bank robbery. There were hostages being held, and it was rumored that Four was taking it upon himself to go in and "rescue" them.
Tris was fed up.
"Get the robber on the phone," Tris demanded.
So they did. Tris grabbed the headset.
"Hello?" the robber asked.
"Hi," she said softly. "My name is Tris. What's your name?"
Hesitation. "Jake."
"Hello, Jake. I'm Head Detective Tris Prior of the Chicago Police Department. May I ask what caused you to do this?"
"What makes you think I'll tell you?" he shouted through the phone.
"I can get you whatever you want. I'm your friend here, Jake. You see, all these people are betting against you, but I'm the only one here that understands how much life sucks sometimes. What happened to make you want this, Jake?"
"My wife."
"What happened to your wife?"
"She has cancer. She's dying and we don't have the money to help."
"We?"
"My sons. Two of them."
"The same thing happened to me, but in a different form. You see, Jake, my husband—his name was Tony—and my son—Brian… we all got in a car accident. I was the only survivor. Tony and Brian we in the hospital for weeks, and all I could do was watch them die. It was hard," she lied. "But you'll get through this. These people, the hostages… They have families. How would you feel if you were in their shoes and they took you away from your family? Please them go, Jake."
There was no answer for a few minutes. "Women and children!" he yelled. "Out!"
Tris sighed, but not fully satisfied with just two-thirds of the people safe.
it was her job to keep everyone safe.
"Thank you so much, Jake," Tris said.
"You have one hour to meet the following demands: A bus stocked with food. My sons will not be questioned. All road blocks removed. That's it. That's all I ask of you," he said desperately.
"Okay. I think we can do that," she said. "How about I call you when we those are ready?"
"Okay."
Then he hung up.
Tris calmly set the headset in the S.W.A.T. van, even though she wanted to smash it. She sat down and and put her face in her hands.
"Pedrad!" she yelled.
He rushed over to Tris. All she had to do was hold out her hand and he knew what to do.
Gummy worms.
Uriah got out the pack of Trolli gummy worms he always kept in his pocket for stressful days. He handed her four of her favorite flavor.
"You're the best," she said while munching.
When she finished, she stood up. "All right. McKinnon, I need you to call and tell the chief I've got everything under control. Sal, Make sure the entire perimeter is surrounded. Every inch. Trainor, Gibson, and Walker. All three of you must make sure Four doesn't get anywhere near this place. Understand?"
All of them nodded, then went their separate ways.
"What's our next move, Prior?" Uriah asked her.
"We wait about a half hour. That'd be the amount of time we'd need if we actually were getting a bus stockpiled with food and all road blocks removed."
"Okay. So how're you going to play this out?"
"Well, we wait. Me, you, and a few from S.W.A.T. go around a corner. I call him while we're around the corner and tell him to come out since we have his demands ready. We raid him. Get the hostages out. The end."
"Sounds like a plan."
About a half hour later, Tris's squad snuck around the corner of the bank. She called the bank's number, and almost immediately there was an answer.
"I don't see my bus."
"Don't worry, Jake. We've got it. We just need you to step outside."
"I'm trusting you on this."
Then he hung up.
Through her earpiece, an officer reported, "Perp is out of the bank. Raid on."
Tris counted down with her fingers. Three… Two…
One.
And then they rushed toward him.
"CPD put your hands up!" Tris shouted.
But he didn't. He raised the gun, and then a shot was fired.
Tris, being in the front, came in contact with the bullet. She went crashing to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. She heard Uriah shout, then rush to her side. She heard the S.W.A.T. team rush to arrest him. Everything, rush, rush, rush.
"Tris," he said. "Tris, talk to me."
She smiled. "I'm fine. Bulletproof vest."
"Still, do you think you're ribs are broken from impact?"
"No," she said, getting ready to sit up. "I'm good."
Uriah grabbed her hand and helped her stand up. "Are you sure?" he asked.
"Positive."
He helped her walk over to the ambulance that was meant for hostages and the force if any were injured.
She laid down on the gurney inside the ambulance, and the EMT lifted her shirt to see her stomach. She did a few tests just to feel if her ribs were broken just in case.
"Well," she said, "it looks like you have no major injuries. Your ribs aren't broken, but you will feel some pain from the bruises on your ribs."
Tris breathed out, relieved. "Thank you."
So she sat up and carefully walked out of the ambulance with Uriah. While she was in there, hostages were released and Jake was arrested.
They all went back to the station. Tris went back to her desk to grab her oversized comfy sweatshirt before she and Uriah went Chief Max's office with Sergeant Zeke to tell the whole story.
"Go home," Max told Tris. "You just got shot," he chuckled.
"But I'm fine," she argued. "It only hurts when I breathe," she said under her breath.
"I heard that. Now," he said, "go home."
She breathed out. "Fine."
So she left the room and made her way towards the exit.
"Hey, Tris," someone said to her as she was leaving. "Are you okay?" Tobias asked. "I heard you were shot."
"Yeah. Perks of having a bulletproof vest," she chuckled.
"Oh. Well I'm glad." He paused. "I mean not that you got shot but that you were, you know, wearing a vest."
She laughed at him. "I know what you meant. No worries."
"All right. So—"
"Do you want to grab a drink?" she interrupted. "I mean, if you aren't busy," she said with a shrug, looking away. She wished she could take back that embarrassing question and just hide inside her big soft sweatshirt.
He smiled. "Sure. But are you up for it?" he asked, motioning to her stomach.
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Really. I just always suck it up."
He smiled at her. "Okay. Where at?"
"Buffalo Wild Wings? Maybe we can catch the Bears game. Today's the 25th of November right? Yeah. But if you're not into football then we can—"
"Buffalo Wild Wings sounds great," he said chuckling. "I'll meet you there at, say, 5:15?"
She crossed her arms and relaxed inside her sweatshirt. "Yeah. That actually sounds perfect. I'll see you then." She gave him a nice, warm smile, then made her way out.
About fifteen minutes later, she was in the alley where she confronted Four the other night. He wasn't there, but Tris secretly kind of wished he was.
But he wasn't, so she kept making her way home. It was only four o'clock, so she had some time kill.
When she entered her apartment, she immediately threw herself on the couch.
Bad idea. Very, very, very, bad idea. She groaned from the bullet wound.
"Idiot," she mumbled to herself.
She got herself up somehow and made her way to her bedroom. She thought about maybe putting on something semi-classy, but decided she simply didn't feel like it. So she switched into her blue and orange Bears sweatshirt since it was chilly out. She kept on her jeans then changed into her navy Vans. She took her contacts out and put on her cute, nerdy glasses. She threw her hair up into a messy bun, then made her way out the door and to Buffalo Wild Wings. It was only five o'clock, but she wanted a good seat because she knew they'd most likely be packed for the game.
She went through the alley as a shortcut, and it was, of course, dark out by that time.
Tris heard a rustling of some sort.
"Are you nocturnal or something?" she said to Four. "You only come out when it's dark?"
"That is true. I have another job you know. I get off at five," he said with a chuckled.
"Yeah, I heard vigilantism doesn't pay very well."
"No, it really doesn't," he told her. "You look amazing today, by the way."
"Oh c'mon, I'm wearing a sweatshirt, my glasses, and a messy bun."
"True, but you rock it," he laughed.
She rolled her eyes. "You realize there's a warrant out for your arrest, right?"
"Yeah. But I know you won't arrest me. You secretly like me."
"That's ridiculous. And what are you? A stalker?"
"No. I just happen to know a lot of crime goes down in this neighborhood. I don't know exactly where you live, but I'd suggest moving."
"I'm head detective of the CPD. I think I can handle myself."
"Yeah, you handled yourself really well today when you got shot," he said with a huff.
"Who cares? You of all people, too."
"Just looking out for Chicago's finest."
"You should become a cop. We're the real heroes."
"I trust me. I know. I've admired them since I was a kid."
"You could quit this whole act and become a cop. Think about it, Four."
Then Tris walked off, wishing that maybe he was the one she was meeting at the restaurant.
