A/N This is a super short chapter because I tried to wedge it onto the end of the last chapter, but that didn't work, so I tried to put it in with the next one, and that didn't work either. So this is a sort of Happy Thanksgiving half chapter! Enjoy!

Tris's POV

"Tris!" A voice interrupts my dreams. It reaches into my thoughts like a hand, grabbing me and pulling me up to the surface of reality.

"Mmmmmm?" I groan, pulling my pillow over my head. "Go away, Tobias." I murmur.

"Trissy," a voice coos. It isn't Tobias, I know that. Tobias never calls me Trissy, and the voice is extremely close to my ear, so I can hear that it isn't Tobias.

The fact that someone is in my bed, and I don't know who they are, is enough for me to open my eyes up and move the pillow off my head.

"S'bout time!" Zeke says. He sits on the edge of my bed, making the entire other side of the bed slope down to his weight. "You, my friend, are impossible to wake up." He says while sliding onto the bed. He props his feet, boots still on, on Tobias's pillow and rests with his back propped against the bed frame at the foot of the bed.

"How'd y'get in 'ere?" I ask. My words slur through my tired voice.

"Well, I rang the bell a thousand times, but you didn't answer. So I might have jimmied the lock." Zeke shrugs as if nothing about this situation is even remotely weird, which strangely makes me feel more relaxed. Zeke has that effect on people, making them feel more relaxed. He gains more and more of those little things about him back every day. Slowly, but surely, Zeke is returning to us.

"Where's Tobias?" I ask through a yawn.

"How should I know?" Zeke shrugs again. I nod. Sometimes Tobias takes early morning walks.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

Zeke sits up a bit farther, his face becoming more serious. "Tris, do you have a job yet?" He asks.

"Not yet." I reply, moving to sit up as well.

"Good, because I need your help." Zeke says. I instantly grow suspicious.

"Doing what?" I ask.

"I was put in charge of making a special task force, and I want you to be on it." Zeke smiles at me, and then grows more somber. "We both saw last night that our city isn't as safe as we wish it were. There are people beyond normal crime that want this city to fail. It will be our job to identify these people and stop them." Zeke explains.

"I can't do that." I say softly.

"And why not?" Zeke raises his eyebrows.

I pause. It's hard to put into words what I want to say. "I don't like fighting, not after the war." I say, not conveying even a fraction of what I mean. I don't like how powerful I feel when I hold a gun, and I don't like what they do to people. I killed Will. I don't even want the ability to do that, the chance.

"I understand, I really do." Zeke pauses. "Fighting is what caused the death of a lot of the people you love, and I understand that you would want to avoid it. Fighting kills people, right?" Zeke asks rhetorically, speaking through my point of view "But, Tris, this is different. You want to protect the people that you love, right?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Of course." I sigh, knowing where he's going.

"Okay, well this job will protect them. This city is a fragile, struggling little thing right now. We can't afford another incident like last night. So if you want this city to survive, and you want to protect the people you love, then you'll do this job." He says, swinging his legs off the bed and walking towards the bedroom door.

I open my mouth, but Zeke speaks before I can, turning around to look at me. "Don't reply now." He holds his hands up. "Just think about it. Think about the people you love, and think about what you're willing to do to protect them." He says.

With that, he turns and walks away, leaving me confused and unsure of everything I thought I knew.

A/N Reviews are greatly appreciated!

dftba- Ella