This is the Ferris wheel scene….

"Four and I will be your team captains," Eric shouts over the wind. We meet eyes. "Lets divide up the transfers first, shall we?"

I smirk. I've had my team picked out in my head since the day they all jumped into the net. Capture the flag was one of my favorite things during initiation. "You go first."

Eric shrugs, "Edward."

I lean against the train door and nod. I figured he go for Edward. It was either Edward or Peter. Both are at the top of the ranks.

I know who I'm picking- it's her. It's always been her. I scan the crowd of initiates anyway, "I want the stiff."

The car fills with laughter. Her cheeks turn red. "Got something to prove?" Eric smirks, "Or are you just picking the weak ones so that if you lose, you'll have something to blame it on?"

I shrug. Everyone underestimates Tris. But she's quick and she's got serious guts. If anyone looked close enough, they would see it. and I might find myself attracted to her…"Something like that."

She frowns and I roll my eyes. Even Tris underestimates Tris.

"Your turn." I say.

"Peter."

"Christina."

"Molly."

I bite my thumbnail. There's two transfers left, Myra is small and so is "Will."

"Last one left is Myra. So she's with me. Dauntless-born initiates next."

I don't really pay attention picking through the dauntless-borns. I have my team already mapped out in my head. What I want is to see if anyone catches my strategy. I think Tris does, I see her cover her mouth when I pick Zeke's brother.

Eric smirks at me; he thinks he's won already. "Your team can get off second."

"Don't give me any favors," I give him a grin, "You know I don't need them to win." I beat you during our initiation, and I will do it again.

"No." he scowls, "I know that you'll lose no matter when you get off." He bites on one of the rings in his lips. I feel satisfactory bloom in my stomach when he looks over my group. He figured out my strategy. My team is quick and narrow-built. His team is the opposite. You don't need brute force to win capture the flag, you need to be able to run. "Take your scrawny team and get off first, then."

My group stands and I jump out first, expecting them to follow. I notice Tris landed on her feet. I smile.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and I stiffen. "When your team won, where did you put the flag?" Marlene asks flirtatiously.

I roll my eyes in the dark, honestly… "Telling you wouldn't really be the spirit of the exercise, Marlene."

"C'mon, Four." She whines. I remember that Tris is behind me and I brush her hand off.

"Navy Pier." I hear Uriah call out. "My brother was on the winning team. They kept the flag at the carousel."

"Lets go there, then." Will proposes.

When we reach the carousel, I take the flag out of my pocket. "In ten minutes, the other team will pick their location. I suggest you take this time to formulate a strategy. We may not be Erudite, but mental preparedness is one aspect of your Dauntless training. Arguably, it is the most important aspect."

Will takes the flag from me. I don't object. First of all, this is their game, and I'm basically a chaperone. Also, the main reason I picked Will is his Erudite background. He isn't small and quick like the others, but he's smart and a natural leader.

"Some people should stay here and guard, and others should go out and scout the other team's location." He says.

"Yeah, you think?" Marlene snatches the flag from him. "Who put you in charge, transfer?"

I walk away. They always can about a leader. I'd rather not listen to it. I sit down on the edge of the carousel.

I see a wisp of blonde hair headed toward the Ferris wheel. I follow, knowing it's her.

When she reaches it, she stares. It's huge, no doubt. But what is she planning to do? She starts climbing.

"Tris," I say lowly.

"Yes?" she looks down at me a strand of hair falls into her eyes. She tucks it behind her ear.

"I came to find out what exactly you think you're doing." My voice sounds possessive. She needs to be careful. She just got the shit beat out of her not twenty-four hours ago.

"I'm seeking higher ground," she smiles. "I don't think I' m doing anything."

I grin, she's divergent. She has to be. No Dauntless would think of doing this. No Erudite would be brave enough to climb. "All right. I'm coming."

"I'll be fine."

Is that what she thinks I'm doing? Protecting her? I'm about to face one of my top fears to spend some alone time with her and she thinks it's to protect her? I roll my eyes. "Undoubtedly."

I follow when she starts to climb, stretching my arm out to the first rung.

"So tell me," I breathe. Jesus Tobias, Twenty feet up and you're already shitting you're pants. "What do you think the purpose of this exercise is? The game, I mean, not the climbing.

She looks down at me, "learning about strategy. Teamwork maybe."

I snort, "teamwork." I try to laugh but it comes out strangled and panicked.

"Maybe not." She whispers, her voice is like the wind. "Teamwork doesn't seem like a Dauntless priority."

She clutches the rungs tighter. I take in a breath before responding. "It's supposed to be a priority. It used to be."

I can barely focus. The height is clouding my thoughts and she's so close to me and one wrong move could send me plummeting to my death and she is so, so close to me. My fingers tremble but it has nothing to do with the height.

"So tell me…" I wheeze, "What do you think learning strategy has to do with… bravery?"

She takes a moment to respond and then blurts, "It prepares you to act. You learn strategy so you can use it- are you all right, Four?" she questions.

No, I'm not all right. How can she be up so high and it not faze her at all? "Are you human, Tris? Being up this high... it doesn't scare you at all?"

She glances over her shoulder and beams. Not at me, at the ground below her. She's insane.

A gust of wind throws her body to the right side. She inhales sharply and grips her fingers the rungs. I immediately place my hand on her hip and push her back to the left. My hand is in flames. Her bare skin burned my callous palm and I can't breathe. I want to touch her again.

"You okay?" I whisper.

"Yes." her voice is tight.

She climbs higher. So do I. We reach the platform and she sits down on the edge and dangles her legs over the side. Is she insane?

I sit with my back against the metal support. My breath is heavy.

"You're afraid of heights." She looks back at me. "How do you survive the Dauntless compound?"

"I ignore my fear. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn't exist." That's partially true. Usually I'm locked in my room so I don't have to worry about it.

Our eyes meet in the dark and she stares. "What?" I ask.

"Nothing." She looks away sheepishly. I grin. She's so beautiful.

"We're not high enough." She says finally, looking up to the carts above us. "I'm going to climb." She grabs one of the bars and pulls her weight.

"For God's sake, Stiff." I shake my head.

"You don't have to follow me." She says, looking down. Our eyes meet.

"Yes I do." I grab the bar.

I think she finally realizes what she's doing. When she looks down she gasps. We could die tonight.

The higher I go, the more my muscles tremble. My chest feels like it is going to cave in any second. I pull myself up higher. Tris reaches a place to wedge her foot and I pull myself up beside her. "See that?" she says, pointing to a pulsing light on the ground.

I look over her shoulder with my chin next to her head. The hairs on the back over my neck stand tall, I can't function with her this close. But she just spotted Eric's team, I grin. "Yeah. It's coming from the park at the end of the pier. Figures. It's surrounded by open space, but the trees provide some camouflage. Obviously not enough."

She looks over her shoulder at me. "Okay."

Her nose is so close to mine. So are her lips. And the rest of her body…

"Um," she whispers. Her breath tickles my cheek. "Start climbing down. I'll follow you."

I start climbing when I hear a loud creak above me. "Four!"

Tris is dangling from her hands of the railing. Shit!

"Hold on!" I yell up to her. I start climbing down. If I can get this thing moving, she can jump off when the time is right. I flip a lever up and a wheezing sound comes from the rusted metal. It's working, I grin. It's working.

A strangled laugh spills from her mouth as she lets go of the bar. She collapses on the ground. I make my way to her.

Her hands are pressed against her eyes and I pry them from her. I take one of her hands and put it between my own. My heart rate quickens at our touch. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah."

I laugh. She does too. Hers is a light sound, like wind spilling from her lips. I bite my lip and help her sit up.

We are so close; I could close the space between us in an instant. I feel her breath on my skin and her hand is enclosed in between mine. She makes my nerves stand on end.

I stand before I can do anything stupid. She does too. "You could have told me that the wheel still worked," she says, grinning at me. "We wouldn't have had to climb in the first place."

I shrug, "I would have, if I had known. Couldn't just let you hang there." Because then you'd fall and die, and I wouldn't know what to do with myself. "Come on, time to catch their flag." I take her arm and lead her back to the carousal with the other initiates.

R&R