Guys it's been ages... *Hugs you* I need Four ! Please... help me... I'm stressing.

TRIS POV

I rub my shoulders and shake my head as I near Dauntless. Four idly walks in the front of the entrance. He sees me and ocmes running.

"Hello there!" He says over joyed. I give him a weary smile, but it fades as I keep feeling Bryce's warm lips over mine . I shake my head again.

"TR- Taylor is there something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing. It's ust so hard to fathom that we are together again." I say with a smile.

"Well, you did say 'I will see you again.' " He reminds me.

I smile and lean into him. "I wish reality would vanish so our problems would vanish with it. " I mumble.

He chuckles lightly and agrees.

"I was uh... wondering if you would like to go have lunch and go over the past few years ."

I nudge his side. "Why are you blushing like an 18 year old ?!" I laugh as his face turns even more red. He rubs his neck . I hug his side as I drag him off somewhere.

"Wait! Where are we going?!"

I smile at him . "Lunch! Where else?!" I pull him to a nearby restaurant. The waitress seated us in a booth by a window.

"So, did you date anyone during the three years?" Four asks randomly.

I stare at him with a raise brow. "Why? Does that even matter right now?" I ask as the waitress brings us water.

"Uh... Well, I'm curious..."

"Or just jealous if there was one." I say sipping my water .

"So there wasn't one." He says with a triumphant smile.

"What makes you say that?"

"You said ,'If there was one.' That means there wasn't ."

I stick my tongue out at him. "Fine there wasn't. I mean how can I date someone else when you keep me up at night?"

He grabs my hand. "Can I say it happened on this side too?"

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BRYCE POV

I pace my hotel room. I can't love Tris.

"She is with someone else. We can never be together!" I drop on the chair . I rub my forehead ,but a thought hits me.

"I can love her ,but Four is holding her back. " I stand up and reach for my computer.

"I need to dispose of Four. Then she will see me ..."

A plan processes in my mind ,but how will I do this under S.A.N.D.? There is only one answer.

Fulcrum.

I start to type an email and send it to Marcus Eaton the head of Fulcrum...

FOUR POV

After eating, I hold Tris's hand in mine as we sit at the booth still.

"I love you ." Came slipping out, and Tris blushed furiously and looked away. I brought her face back to look at me. I leaned over and kissed her gently.

"Can we talk about Fulcrum?" She whispers. I nod as my smile fades.

"I was thinking of finding Matthews with Bryce, but it's harder than expected. " I watch her drink her water.

"I found him already." I say. Her eyes widen.

"How?!"

"That doesn't matter. We just need to take him down." I say.

"So where is he? I can get some equipment for a stake out. We can wait -"

"We?" I ask.

I don't want Tris to get hurt or into danger. I can't lose her again.

"Yes? We need to do this together."

"We should wait for a while or until I have a sure answer on where he will be or is."

She nods. I stand up and extend a hand. "We should go now. It's getting late."

She nods, and we leave arm in arm.

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I turn off the computer ,and open my closet. I pull out a black leather jacket and black jeans. I tie plain black sneakers that I barely wear. I change and put on a black mask that covers the lower half of my face,but not my eyes. I stare into the mirror.

"I still look like me." I flash back to Tris and her hair that is dyed dark brown. An idea came to mind. I search through my cabinet in the bathroom. I pull out a halloween temporary black hair spray that Zeke used for Dauntless and Candor. I spray it in my hair. I watch it turn black. The diguise felt complete. I pull out the pistol in a case under my bed and a silencer. I slip it into a holister strapped to my side and leave.

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I slip past the front door of a huge house. The security guards laugh over a joke as I turn a corner. The door opens ,and I hide behind the near by wall. I watch the butler leave the room. I sneak behind him and peek into the room. The door isn't closed all the way so I nudge it a bit more to see more. Richarch Matthews sits at his desk with papers in his hands. I go in and lock the door. He jumps to his feet and points at me with a frightened look on his face.

"Who are you ? Why are you here?!"

I touch my gun, but I move my hand down to my side and approach him. He backs up into the wall. I grab him by the collar and pull him. He stumbles,and pulls out a hand gun from a chest in the corner. I walk slowly towards him as he reaches for ammunition. I grab the barrel and twist the gun so his fingers are twisted and caught in the gun also. He groans in agonizing pain. I punch him ,and Richard falls to the side unconscience. I unlock the door ,but carry Matthews out the window. I duck tape him and throw him in a large box. I put it in the back of a truck. Which is disguised as a delivery truck. I get in the driver seat and leave.

The clock on the in the truck says 1:34 A.M. I have to drop him off at some sort of reinforcement department or something like that...

I pull up in a parking lot and grab my laptop. I type in a few things ,and several things on S.A.N.D. came up. The nearest undercover hideout is two miles. I start the truck again and drive the short trip.

I drag the box to the small building which said Nad's Newpaper press. They must like anagrams Nad's = sand. I smirk and put the box and a note in front of the door. I knock and get in the truck and drive off.

One down ,four more to go.

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So how was it? Review your thoughts. Did you see what I did at the end... Four has Four more to go XD... I'm so strange . Any who, expect more updates on this story. Maybe I lied when I said this wou,d focus more in their love story... It's more like how they become closer.

So review please!