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Beatrice Prior, Monday, February 5th, Christina and Will's office, 11:27 am

"A famous chemist was found dead in his lab. There's no proof that it is a murder, but there are a list of suspects. His wife said that he was paranoied a week before his death which makes it seem like a murder," Will reads.

Chris, Will and I let the information soak in. Since Four isn't here, Max told me I'd be temporarily partnered with Chris and Will, but only until Four comes back.

I spent the weekend at Calebs and told him what happened, it would be an understatement to say he was upset. He was sold on the idea of getting a ticket to Mexico and give Four a piece of his mind. Thankfully, I was able to talk him out of it. Not only could the money be used for something better, but Four is much stronger than Caleb if things were to turn physical.

Caleb offered me his spare bedroom, but I declined. The rest of the weekend was spent with Chris, Will and Al, who I also told, destroying cheap second hand paintings done by kids. An idea that Christina came up with a few years ago when she was angry.

"How about we go to the crime scene and check if there are any hints or pieces of evidence that could help us," Christina suggests. Both Will and I nod and I grab the list of suspects while Will goes to get the car.

We arrive at the lab and we pass through the police tape. The lab looks pristine and shows no sign of murder, but you can never be too sure. Will, Chris and I put on our gloves and each start in a different corner of the room.

I start in the corner furthest from the door. There's a filing cabinet, and one by one, I go through all the files. Most of them are filled with observations on a certain chemical reaction, while the others are just random papers.

I migrate closer to the middle of the room where the main workstation is, so far, none of us have found anything that raises suspension, and I'm starting to doubt the posibility of this death being a murder.

We decide to take our lunch break at the cafe nearby. I glance through the suspect list, that single out several out several colleagues of the dead chemist and a few friends. Felice, Bruce, Ben, Nicolas and Polly are the highest on the suspect list so after lunch we decide to pay them all a visit.

Polly claims that she was at her mother in laws having dinner, while Felice and Nicolas were rewatching their favorite TV show. Bruce was walking his dog and Ben was sleeping off the exhaustion of the week.

The three of us retire back to the lab after finding no leads on the suspects stories. Either they are truly innocent, or a few of them are just really good at lying.

Chris and Will check the filing cabinet by the main workstation, while I check the draws where the chemist would usually keep his personal belongings and notes. Forty minutes I still haven't found anything.

I pull open the top draw and use my glove clad hand to gently pick up a piece of paper that has a few numbers scribbled on it in a seemingly rushed manner. I know it's not a solid clue, but I've watched too many crime scene dramas to not suspect it's a secret message.

"Chris, Will, I think I might have found something," I call out.

Both of them come to me immediately and we all look at the paper, the numbers '26-3-58/28-27-57-16′ are scribbled on it. We stand in silence as each of us try to decode the potential message.

"Oh, maybe the numbers are letters, like A is one and B is two" Christina proclimes.

"There's just one problem with that," Will mumbles as he thumbs the paper, "There's no 58th letter."

Chris groans as she sighs. I can tell all of our patience is running thin. I think of what it potentially could be, what do a sequence of numbers have to do with a chemist. I turn to face Will.

"Number boy, you're smart, if you were a chemist, when would you use numbers?" I question. He furrows his brows in thought. Minutes pass, but Will doesn't have an answer. Just as I place the paper down, he takes it as his eyes light up.

"The periodic table, the atomic number of the elements." Will excalimes. Chris and I nod in agreement as I load up an image of the periodic table on my phone. We all sit on the stools as we decode the message.

"Okay, the first number is twenty six," Chris says as I check the table.

"Fe," I tell her, reading out the element that has the atomic number for 26; Iron.

"Three?"

"Li."

"Fifty eight?"

"Ce."

"Filice," Will says, piecing together the letters. My eyes widen, Felice was one of the suspects. We decode the next name which is Nicolas. We present our evidence to Max and with his permission, the two are arrested.

"This calls for a celebration."

Beatrice Prior, The same day, Candor Bar, 6:04 pm

"He did what?"

After completing the case, Christina dragged both me, Will, Al, Shauna, Zeke, Uriah, Lynn and Marlene to Candor bar to celebrate after work. Since no one but Chris , Will or Al knew about Four leaving me, conversation was awkward when he came up.

Lynn sensed my discomfort and asked if I was okay. Zeke and Uriah agreed when Lynn said something was up, and that led to me confessing that Four threw me out the night before he left.

I capture my lip in between my teeth as I take in everyone but Chris, Will and Al's shocked expressions. Shauna looks torn between what's happening while both Zeke and Uriah look infuriated. Lynn is first to speak up.

"Thats messed up, Four's an idiot, are you good, Tris?"

I give her a nod and a small smile, confirming that I am okay. Zeke begins to speak, I hold my breath, he's Four's best friend. A sinking feeling of Fear can be felt in my stomach, I don't want to make any of my friends upset.

"Lynn's right, Four might be my best friend, but that doesn't excuse his poor behavior. If you need anything, we're all here to help you."

Relief floods in, I'm not sure what I thought would happen when I told Zeke, I guess I just avoided thinking about it. I feel my body relax, things could have gone badly, but I'm glad that wasn't the case.

"Zeke," Shauna gasps, "How can you say that, he's our best friend, you know technically he did let Tris stay at his place for free."

My body tenses up again, I can't lie, I sort of expected something like this to happen. My eyes squeeze shut, as If I was bluntly believing that this problem would disappear. I catch Lynn gawking at Shauna, with disbelief written all over her face.

"Shut up, Shauna,"She huffs" He did something wrong, don't make excuses for him," Lynn says, sticking up for me.

I give her another small smile. Out of the corner I see Zeke trying to talk to Shauna, but she just crosses her arms and looks away. I can't help feel guilty, I know she'll eventually come around, I just wish Zeke didn't have to deal with her sour attitude.

Chris takes my hand and we move towards the somewhat crowded dance floor at the back, for a monday, Candor seems to be in good business. Lynn and Marlene come with Chris and I. The vibrations of the music soothe me as I lean against the wall.

"C'mon Tris," Christina urges, "This song is amazing, how can you not dance to it?"

I chuckle and with some convincing, I send her, Marlene and Lynn off while I order drinks that Zeke announced were on him. The bartender makes the alcoholic beverages. I lean my face against my hand that's propped against the counter.

I feel my airway burn as the vaguely familiar scent of lime and spice fills the air around me and I turn around to see who it is. Peter stands opposite me, his eyes rake up and down my body and I fight the urge to vomit.

"Tris," He addressed as he bites the corner of his lips that are twitching upwards in some sort of smile.

"Peter," I say plainly.

I turn back and take the brinks off the bartender and walk towards Christina, Marlene and Lynn, passing them their glasses. I notice that Zeke has managed to get Shauna on the dance floor and no one's at the table.

I make my to the table, taking the responsibility of making sure no one takes our stuff. I leisurely take sips of my drink as my eyes dance around the bar as the red, purple, green and blue lights that surround the dance floor distract me.

I find myself missing Tobi- Four. I know I'll need to get over him, he made it clear that I wasn't welcome in his life anymore, but I hold onto what little I have left of him. I miss him, even if I don't want to.

I miss his voice, his smile, his scent, his hugs. I miss the stupid jokes hewould tell, the onses that I'd roll my eyes at and how he made me feel warm inside, how he made me feel loved.

For the second time this evening, the scent of lime and spice fills the air, and I feel myself choking on the scent itself. I turn to face Peter who seems to think he is welcome and takes a seat next to me.

"Can I help you?" I growl.

At this point I want to be alone, let alone be bothered by a person I hate. He ignores my question as he takes sips of his own drink before casting his gaze towards me. His cold green orbs meet mine.

"I heard Pedrad's girlfriend complaining about you," He tells me, and I immediately know he's talking about Shauna, "I guess I'm not the only one who hates you, Prior."

I bite my lip, the urge to roll my eyes is overwhelming, of course Peter would come to me only to tell me how much he hates me, and to be completely honest, the feeling is mutual, I hate him, he hates me.

"Great, anything else?" I ask flatly. If I wasn't so selfless, or as mum calls it, abnegation, i would have told peter to get lost.

A bartender comes and replaces my drink, telling me that the woman in the red, which happens to be Lynn, 'apologises for her sister's behavior' and got me a drink. I thank him and shoot a thankful smile at Lynn.

"Nope," Peter says, finally replying, "I just thought I'd tell you how much I hated you."

I roll my eyes as he leaves. I fiddle with the straw in my drink. Maybe there's some abnegation in everyone, well, in everyone but Peter.

Marlene was able to get me on the dance floor for a song and I can't deny that I enjoyed it. I take my spot back at the table as I hum the song that's currently playing as I sing quietly to myself.

"That's a lovely voice you have."

I turn as Peter passes me and exits the bar. I stay frozen in the same position as I get taken back to November the 12th, at eight PM on my way home, the day I was attacked.

My eyes widen in realisation, the lime and spice scent, the proper attack technique. My jaw drops.

I was assaulted by Peter Hayes.

Beatrice Prior, Tuesday, February 6th, The apartment, 2:27 am

I sit up as I gasp for breath. It usually doesn't happen, but lately I've been waking up at night. Nightmares always appear in my sleep. Tonight's one, however, wasn't a nightmare, not exactly at least.

Nightmares aren't real. But what I just had was a memory. A very graphic one. It was about Peter. The attack happened like it did that night, but this time I could see his face. The murderous expression on his face was one I could never forget.

I push the blankets off me as I head to the kitchen. A simple mug sits on the shelf. I fill it with water and sigh as the cool liquid makes its way down my throat. There's no point in sleeping now, I won't be able to anyway.

I decide to take a shower, I'm drenched in sweat. I grab a change of clothes and peel off my clothes. The water is warm, I doubt anyone is up at two thirty anyway. I run a hand through my damp hair.

Robotically, I lather some shampoo, rinse and then add conditioner. After ten minutes, I'm done and put on some sweatpants and a hoodie, one of Four's. It's warm and comfortable and it...it has his scent.

It seems silly to hold onto an item of clothing like it's a priceless jewel, but that's what it is to me. I should hate him, I want to. If it were anyone else, I'm sure I would be over them by now, but it's different with Four.

I loved him. I still do.

I let out a grunt as I make my way back to the living room, well, my bedroom, or the living room with my bed in it? I yank the curtains open, it's still dark outside, it's only barely three AM.

Chicago looks cold. Rain droplets land on the window as I I sit on the floor. I made myself a cup of coffee and casually sip the hot liquid. The sky is a shade of dark grey and blue and I find myself getting lost in the colour.

It's similar to the colour of Four's eyes. I remember when I first saw the, the exact thought that went through my head. They were dark blue with a light blue patch in the left iris, they are a dreaming, sleeping, waiting colour as if they are guarding something big.

And I was right. They hid years of abuse, the death of his mother and the departure of his grandparents. My heart ached for him, it still does.

The sound of my phone ringing pulls me out of my thoughts. I furrow my brows, who would call me at this time. I reach for my phone and nearly drop it when I see the caller ID. It's dad. I suck in a breath as I answer

"Beatrice," his voice sounds desperate, "It's your mother."

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