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The following chapter was referenced from the book Insurgent .

Chapter 53

Tobias P.O.V

We reach the garage in time, as they haven't entered the main doors yet. Zeke and I both take out our guns out from our waistbands, and hide behind random cars. We have one shot to do this... only one shot, to make this right. We wait for what feels like hours, but in reality, it's only been mere minutes, but I swear they're the longest minutes of my life.

I begin to hear two sets of heavy footsteps that echo through the garage. I glance at Zeke, he nods ready to take them down, but we have to be careful because they have my daughter, and we don't want her to get hurt and end up caught in the crossfire.

I glance at Zeke one last time, as we hear their approaching footsteps. He nods as his hand that isn't holding the gun, pumps the air in an up and down motion, signaling to me that we need to wait. I nod and agree with him, that taking them from the front would be much worse than taking them from the back. It seems like their going to be walking right past us. My only hope is that they won't see us, until it's too late.

By some miracle, it appears that that is what happens. I first see their legs, then looking up I see my precious sleeping little girl being held closely to James' chest. He appears to be holding her like he is cradling her from danger. I'm wondering now if his hand has been forced into doing this somehow, but either way that doesn't matter. A betrayal is a betrayal, no amount of "he made me do it,"will ever be enough.

As they pass us, Zeke and I carefully rise from our crouched positions. We step behind them slowly, Zeke takes on James, as I take on Eric. I take a deep breath, placing the gun to the back of Eric's head. This shit will end now.

The gun makes the most satisfying click, as the bullet enters the chamber, and is ready for me to pull the trigger. How easy would it be for me to just do it? All the hell he has caused since he has arrived at Dauntless, not only for my family, but to so many other members, and initiates. It's so obvious to me now, since he jumped into that net, that he has been playing us all along. He was a spy, pretending to be an initiate, and was sent from Erudite's vile leader, Jeanine Mathews. It wasn't enough that she had started all those rumors, caused the city all that trouble, and the government… no, she also had to conspire to start a damn war, that would wipe out one of the factions of this city. Which would unnecessarily murder a bunch of innocent people. I start to feel the heat in my body begin to boil, and threaten to spill out of me, as my mind continues to turn over everything that has happened since I went to Candor today. I let out a labored breath to try and calm myself. It would be so damn easy to pull the trigger, no one would even miss him, hell, I would probably hear cheers in the background, while I was doing it, If anything, they would all thank me. But then I think about my Tris, and my baby girl Sara... I know what the punishment in this city is when you commit murder, it would lead to my execution. If they found out that I pulled the trigger, and that it was done in cold blood, they would take me away from my family for good. There is nothing in this world that is worth more to me than them, after all that's how I got here in the first place, so killing him myself, cannot happen. Damn!

"It's over Eric," I say firmly, "I'm taking you, and James in," I continue. I don't dare remove my gun from his head, as I tell him he is going away for a long time. He instantly puts his hands in the air, while James stops, and freezes in his tracks. I give Sara a quick glance, as she continues to sleep in James' arms, unharmed and unaware of what is going on around her.

Zeke scoops Sara quickly into his arms with one hand, while keeping the gun trained on James with his other hand. Sara is very familiar with Zeke, so she rests her head comfortably on his shoulder and keeps sleeping. James doesn't even fight back, once his hands are free, he holds them both up in the air and surrenders.

Sara stirs, looking around confused, she seems to panic for a second, but instantly calms when her eyes land on Zeke and then on her Daddy. Zeke bounces her up and down, while shushing her lovingly, to keep her calm. "It's alright Princess, we got you, you're okay," Zeke says gently. I can see the guilt written all over James' face, as he stares towards my daughter.

"You really think I'm going to let that happen, Stiff?" Eric taunts, bringing my attention back to him.

"You're under arrest. You partnered with the leader of Erudite, to play a hand in the conspiracy to go against humanity, in an attempt to murder hundred's of innocent people," I continue, firmly in my Four voice.

I give Zeke another quick glance, as he zipties James' right hand to the handle of a nearby car. I take notice once again, that James doesn't even fight him, he doesn't resist in the slightest. I wonder what part he played in all this, if he was so willing to give himself up.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" he says, as he turns around slowly, keeping his hands in the air. "You know it's probably a good thing you have that gun. We both know you ain't shit without it," Eric says, challenging me.

"You think so?" I say, accepting his challenge. I hand Zeke my gun, knowing I don't even need it at the moment, because my rage is all the fuel I need right now. I just have to think about Tris lying in that hospital bed, battered & bleeding, and I'm instantly livid. Eric watches me as I hand my gun over to Zeke, as I silently meet his challenge. I watch as his demeanor calms, before a sudden rage rushes through him, and he charges towards me with a fist in the air. He's gotta do better than that, I think to myself. I lift my right fist to hook my arm around his left one, taking him by complete surprise. Once our arms are entwined, I snap my arm down, hearing the most satisfying crack coming from Eric's arm. He screams, as his body hits the floor, while he receives a kick in the gut from me.

I turn back retrieving my gun from Zeke's extended hand, pointing it back at Eric's head. It's only now when the adrenaline in my veins has calmed down some, that I hear the cries of my daughter. I shut my eyes for a second, hating that she saw all this violence.

"Like I said you're under arrest," I say, breathing heavily. "Lucky for you, they have a medic in Candor."

I rush through the pit for the second time today, only this time I have one of my two girls with me, and thankfully she is safe and sound in my arms. My mind begins to run wild, not knowing what is happening with Tris. I can only hope that everything is going to be alright with her, I can't lose Tris now. I won't...we won't, my Sara needs her mother just as much as I do.

I know I should have brought Eric to Candor myself, and watched him be brought to justice, but I just needed to be here to see if Tris is still alive or...I can't even think of the alternative right now. A part of me wanted nothing more, but I couldn't go.. not when I have no clue as to what is happening with Tris.

I hold my daughter tighter to my chest, as we make our way through the pit, which isn't crowded at the moment. I want nothing more than to be back in the infirmary, to know what exactly is happening to the woman I love more than anything. Luckily Sara didn't see too much of my violent attack against Eric. Not that I care how much I may, or may not have broken his arm… but I didn't want Sara to see that. I want her to learn that violence isn't always the answer, and it isn't always the way to go. Plus, Zeke had her eyes covered for most of the exchange, thank goodness. She was mostly frightened from the screams, and cries coming from Eric. I internally smile, as I still hear that satisfying crunch echo throughout the garage, as I hopefully broke his arm.

I enter the infirmary, not knowing exactly what to expect. The waiting room seems deserted, even the front nurses are non existent. I let myself through the double doors that leads towards the patient rooms. As we approach the set of rooms that hold Hana, Shauna, and Tris, we hear what could only sound like a possibly hurt animal.

"Dadda cow," Sara says, trying to mimic what could only be described as animal noises. What the hell is that?

Suddenly I see a pacing Uriah, frantically looking at the floor, as he wears out the linoleum. I wonder what is going on for him to seem so crazed.

"Uri!" Sara squeals in excitement.

The sound of his nickname coming from Sara, stops Uriah in his tracks, he then turns our way and holds his arms out for her. Ever since Sara came to Dauntless to live with me, she hasn't just touched my heart, she has touched the hearts of so many. Uriah being one of them, one of many, who love her like she was their own.

"There you are, Princess," Uriah says, holding her close to his chest, like the prized possession she is. He then turns to me mouthing, "she okay?" I nod my head, yes, in response.

"Any news? What do you know?" I ask, I want to ask so many questions at once. I want to know how Hana, Shauna, and above all how Tris is. I watch as his face drops, oh no, something had to have happened.

"Um. Four, I don't know how to tell you this…" Uriah begins. My heart drops thinking the worst… Tris is dead, I lost her. No... no this can't be. This can't be happening right now. I feel everything within me begin to die. I fight the sorrow that threatens to overcome me, this can't be. "Oh God Four, no… wait," Uriah says, seeing my face reacting to his words. I let myself hope for just a second that maybe it's something else. "The Doctors did everything that they could, they really did. Luckily the bullet went straight through Tris' shoulder, so they didn't even need to perform surgery. They did have to give her a blood transfusion though, because she lost too much blood." Okay that doesn't sound too bad. "But Tris being Tris… threatened to walk out of the infirmary." She did what?

"What?" I ask.

"So to calm her down they gave her peace serum," he continues. Peace serum?

"Peace serum, what in the world is that?" I ask.

"Yeah, it seems Amity gives it to their members on a regular basis. Hell, they slip it in their bread every morning, while baking it, " Uriah explains.

"Uriah get to the point, please," I push him, needing him to just spit it out already. I slip past him, pushing the door open to Tris' room. Before he can explain any further, a squealing loud voice calls out from within the room.

"F-O-U-R!" I turn towards the unfamiliar tone, I'm surprised when I notice that the voice is coming from Tris. What the fuck happened to her? I watch as Tris bounces up and down in her bed, her arm in a sling, but that doesn't seem to faze her.

"What the hell happened?" I turn looking at Uriah, who seems to have all the answers right now.

"Well you see… they forgot to calculate her weight, plus all the blood that she lost…" he begins.

"They overdosed her!" My voice is higher than what I meant it to be at this moment. I don't want to frighten Sara or Tris. Although I doubt anything could frighten Tris right now. I press my lips together, forming a straight line, as I shake my head in disbelief."Hana and Shauna?" I ask, my eyes never leaving a bouncing Tris.

"Shauna has a few broken bones, and my mom has a concussion," Uriah explains, I have a feeling he wanted to say more, but doesn't have a chance, as Tris begins to make an attempt to get out of the bed.

"F-o-u-r! That's such a… number," she says laughing.

I hear Uriah, and Sara laughing too, as Sara says "Mommy's silly."

"She is," Uriah says giggling. He looks up from Sara, meeting the annoyance that is written all over my face. "How about we go see your grandma Hana?" He suggests. "I'm sure she will be so pleased to see that you are back." He leaves, closing the door behind him. Leaving me with a drugged up Tris.

I sit on the edge of the bed, I can't help but to look over at Tris' body, needing to make sure that she is in fact alive, and safe. Yes, she is drugged up on peace serum, but overall, she is in pretty good condition. Tris continues to impatiently want me to get closer to her than I already am, as she reaches out with her good hand, trying to pull me towards her, so there isn't any more distance between us.

"Tris, What?" But I am cut off, as Tris crushes her lips against mine, eager to shove her tongue down my throat. At first I am eager to comply to her will, because it has been way too long since we have been together. The stress of this day has been beyond overwhelming, I'm wanting nothing more than to bury myself within her walls, and lose myself in her. To know that she is okay, that we are okay, but then I remember the drug that is in her veins, I pull back not wanting to take advantage of her in this state. "Tris," I say, but Tris is being persistent, and wanting more of my lips on hers. She then cups my face with her good hand, trying once again to pull me back in. I give in not wanting her to be hurt, so I lean in pecking her lips lovingly, and then I quickly try to pull away from her. I watch her beautiful smile, as it quickly changes into a frown, as she pouts, because she's not getting what she wants.

"That was lame," she pouts. "Okay, no it wasn't, but…" She once again tries to reel me in for another kiss. I place my index finger on her lips, to stop us from making any sort of contact.

"Tris, you are acting like a lunatic," I point out. I make a mental note not to ever let Tris drink too much alcohol, If she's like this with just some damn peace serum, I can't even imagine what she would be like after drinking a few shots of hard liquor. I don't even want to think about how she would act, if that ever happened.

"That's not very nice of you to say," Tris points out to me, as she stutters a little bit between her words. "They just put me in a really good mood, that's all, and now I really want to kiss you, so if you could just relax," Tris begins to say, as she smooths the fabric on my shoulders with her good hand. For a moment I allow myself to drown in her touch, I swear I will never tire of her touching me, ever. I never have, not even when I was just a kid, when I didn't even understand the zing that would run through my body when she touched me. I watch Tris' face suddenly light up, as if she realized the most brilliant thing that she has ever thought of. "That's why you like me!" She exclaims. "Because you're not very nice either, it makes so much more sense now," she says. I can't help the laughter that escapes me, she just too amusing right now. Nice? Tris is the most kind, selfless person I have ever come to know. "I like you too," she says, fluttering her long eyelashes, and smiling at me, widely.

"Well that's encouraging," I laugh out.

A/N

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