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Tris stares at the ugly white walls before laying her head on the table. She feels the steady leak of her warm tears, she scrubs at her eyes and then stands up, pacing in the small square room. It's been hours since they once again took Eric away from her, and this time she is terrified because they've kept her locked in this room ever since.

When the SWAT team broke their door down this morning, they quickly separated her from Eric and put them each in separate squad cars. Tris was brought back into a room very similar to the one that she, Christina and Tori gave their statements in. They've asked her the same questions, worded slightly differently, over and over in an attempt to get her to break. She doesn't understand why they are so hell-bent on believing that she is somehow covering for Eric. He's done absolutely nothing wrong. In and out, they file in pairs, or sometimes alone. It's always the same – one detective shouting at her, throwing accusations, and the other being calm and telling her they can help her if she only told the truth.

She looks up at the camera, scowling at the red light. She knows they're watching her through it, but she doesn't care. The door creaks open again, and she screws her eyes tightly shut.

"Let's try this again Miss Prior. I'm Detective Allan Weber, this is my partner Darrius Holly. We met briefly before." Tris watches as both detectives take a seat in front of her.

"I don't want to speak to either of you. I want to go home." She replies sadly.

"Miss Prior, we want to get you home, we just need to get the truth from you." Detective Holly replies.

"No one here cares about the truth. You all just care about getting the answers you want to hear. I can't tell you anything more. Am I under arrest?"

"No, you're not under arrest, but we really would like to talk to you. The more you can tell us, the more we can try to help you and Mr. Coulter. Miss Prior, I know it seems as if we keep badgering you with the same things repeatedly, but there is a reason we have to ask these questions. It's not to paint either of you in a negative light, it's so we can solve these cases. Miss Prior, you and Mr. Coulter are the only survivors of an intentional explosion that killed hundreds, and took out almost an entire city block. You are both the victims of a second explosion, which is also being investigated as a crime." Detective Holly replies.

"A crime you are accusing my boyfriend of committing." She argues angrily.

"For us to find out who committed a crime, we have to find out who didn't commit a crime." Detective Weber says gently. "If you really do want to leave, you can. We're not going to force you to stay. We just want to do everything we can do to solve this."

Tris lays her head down on her arms, feeling the tears trailing down her cheeks again. All she can think about is putting this entire ordeal behind Eric and her, and maybe finally building a life with someone who seems to actually care about her. "What do you want to know?" She whispers.

"How long have you known Eric Coulter?" He asks.

"Around five years." She replies quietly.

"Did the two of you meet while working together at The Pit?" The detective asks.

"Yeah. He was one of the bar managers there." She replies stoically. "There was also a man named Max, and a woman named Veronica. The three of them ran the bar. Veronica was my friend."

Tris continues to detail her past, starting with the day she left her family home in New York to start a new life in Chicago. She explains to the detectives that she was the black sheep of her family, never living up to the expectations or fitting into the posh lifestyle that they afforded. Everything about Tris was average, she barely squeaked by in school, had no interest in college, and didn't like rubbing elbows with her parents strange group of friends.

She ran away the day of her sixteenth birthday, deciding to move in with her friend Christina, who she had been online gaming with since they were barely preteens. Christina's parents were apprehensive in taking Tris in, and they immediately contacted her parents, but much to their surprise the Priors had no interest in bringing Tris home. They sent her important documents to Chicago, and Tris finished her last year of high school here. When Christina started nursing school, Tris opted to jump right into the workforce, working at random coffee shops, restaurants and retail shops. She caught the eye of Veronica, who was in the midst of opening a restaurant and bar with her college friends Max and Eric, and she talked Tris into taking a leap into a career learning the restaurant and bar field from the ground up. Tris thrived in her new job, and the people she met while working at The Pit became her extended family.

"You and Mr. Coulter – were you romantically involved when working at The Pit?" Detective Holly asks.

"No. He was in a long term relationship with one of my co-workers. He and I were friends, just not overly close. I had begun seeing Tobias when I worked at The Pit as well, so Eric and I weren't necessarily on each other's radar." Tris replies.

"Did you ever notice anything unusual about Mr. Coulter's behavior when working together at The Pit?"

"He was moody at times. Stressed. Nothing terribly unusual about the restaurant industry. Long hours." She replies. "We were always short staffed. We dealt with drunk assholes all the time. We all loved each other, though. It was a family. Eric and I weren't terribly close, but we did talk. He cared about Lauren, a lot, but they were going through the typical stretch of a high school sweetheart relationship that had completely run its course. That took a toll on him, but he didn't let it impact his work. Eric is a good person. I don't know who is telling you things that make you believe he isn't, but he is good."

They are interrupted by a knock on the door. A female detective whispers something to Tris' interrogators and they quickly excuse themselves. Tris stares at the closed door, letting the fresh tears fall. She finally succumbs to her exhaustion and jumps when the door creaks open again.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" A much kinder voice asks. She picks her head up slightly and sees Zeke.

"Where's Eric?" She asks and he shakes his head.

"They let me come in to check on you. I can grab you something to eat, drink, a smoke, a jacket… anything to make this more comfortable for you." He replies quietly.

"I just want to know if he's okay. They broke our door down. They… I just don't know." Tris sighs before trying to wipe her face across her arms.

"I'll be right back." Zeke replies.

It seems like it could be hours, but in fact its maybe thirty minutes before he returns. He sets what looks like coffee cups on the table, along with a bag, before unlocking her cuffs. Tris immediately stretches her arms, and scrubs at her eyes.

"Thank you." She whispers. She doesn't see his nodded response.

"Coffee. I put cream and sugar, wasn't sure how you took it. There's pastries in the bag, we get them delivered fresh from that bakery near your place almost every day." He replies.

"Eric loves that place." She replies absentmindedly. "Thanks." She says as she takes a tentative sip of her coffee. "You said near my place… does that mean you're not living in Dauntless anymore?"

"Nah, Shauna and I live out in Abnegation now. She's a suburb girl." He says with a chuckle. The two drink their coffee in relative silence before Tris speaks again.

"So they sent you in to try to crack me too, huh?"

"They just want to hear the truth from you."

"Zeke, I've told them the truth." She whispers.

He sighs and runs a hand across his curly hair. He's been given the task of gathering more information from Tris, specifically what happened in the time immediately after the explosion at The Pit, before she turned up alive and well at the station to give a statement. Zeke was honest with his superiors about the one night stand he had with Tris when they were both in a darker place, yet the department still feels he's their best bet at breaking the young woman in front of him.

"There may be things that you don't realize you know. Things that seem run of the mill, and inconsequential, but may be important to figuring this out." He carefully explains. "I want to go over everything, Tris. Can you start with how you met Tobias?"

"My friend Christina had gotten these passes for one week of free personal training sessions from a local gym. She and I had been having the usual conversations about wanting to get into better shape, so she dragged me along with her. Tobias was the personal trainer we were assigned." Tris answers.

"And you were in a serious relationship with Tobias, correct?" He prods.

Tris scoffs. "You and I both know he hid me from everyone Zeke. The only person who knew we were dating besides Christina was Will."

"Who is Will?"

"Christina's boyfriend. She met him at the same gym."

"Was he also a personal trainer there?" He asks.

"I have no idea." Tris shrugs.

Zeke adjusts his posture. "Tris, what was the name of the gym?"

She furrows her brows. "The Training Room."

"How long had you and Christina been members of The Training Room?" He asks.

"We weren't. They just kept giving us free sessions."

He adjusts in his seat again, and glances up to the camera briefly, waiting to speak again until the recording indicator light dims. He takes a deep breath and continues. "Did it ever strike you as odd that you were able to continuously get free sessions?"

"Well, I was dating Tobias, and he worked there, so not really." She shrugs.

"Tris, would it surprise you to learn that there is no business record of a Training Room gym in Dauntless?" He asks.

"There certainly was a gym there!" She argues. "It was damaged when The Pit exploded, and I can understand why they didn't reopen, but it was there. Maybe I have the name wrong."

"Tris, we investigated it thoroughly. We tracked down the owner of that retail space, he's a businessman who primarily lives in Brazil and lets his associates deal with his various US properties. That space was not being rented when the explosion happened. He was very surprised to learn that a gym had been operating out of the space, because he had the building up for sale, as-is, because the retail spaces had been shut down by the city for various building codes. He was not legally allowed to rent the space out, and anything that was operating there was doing so illegally."

"So what. I mean, I get it's illegal but whatever right? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Tobias Eaton left no paper trail here. Neither did William Douglas. They had no employers listed, outside of this farce of a gym….."

She shakes her head back and forth, almost violently. "No. No. No… NO! You worked with him there, Zeke!" Tris shouts, remembering their blurry conversations while drinking at a bar. "The night you and I met, you told me he was your best friend and you worked there with him."

Zeke shifts uncomfortably in his chair and looks at the camera briefly, confirming the recording light is still off before staring at Tris. "I never said that."

"Yes you did. We talked about Tobias that night, and you didn't realize I knew him… hell you didn't even know he and I were even acquaintances, much less dating. But when you told me you had lost people at the explosion at The Pit you mentioned him as Four, and he was your best friend, and you all worked together at the gym…"

"Tris, you're confused. I never said I worked with him, and I never said he was my best friend. I barely knew him, I only knew of him through my brother…."

"You are lying!" Tris shouts and she jumps up from the table. As soon as she does, Zeke bangs on the door behind him. Two more detectives rush in and subdue her, quickly wrestling her back into the chair and cuffing her wrists to the table. She feels them also cuffing her legs, but she continues shouting at Zeke.

"You knew him Zeke! You told me you did! Why are you lying now?"

"Get outta here Pedrad, we'll take over from here." One of the detectives gruffly says and Tris watches as an ashen-faced Zeke leaves the room. The two detectives follow behind him, slamming the door behind them.

"He's lying." Tris repeats. "How can he look me straight in the eye and lie to me? Aren't there rules about that? Cops aren't supposed to lie to people to get a confession. What is wrong with you?" She stares up at the camera. "I fucking know you all can see me. I know you're listening!" She screams.

She struggles against the handcuffs, and once again scrubs her face against her arms in an effort to stifle the tears. She takes a deep breath, looks up at the camera again, ready to begin her next screaming assault but quickly sucks a breath in when she realizes it's no longer on.

"Somebody help me!" she screams and begins kicking and pounding as much as her cuffed legs and arms will allow. After several minutes, realizing no one is coming back to her, she lays her head back down on her arms and softly sobs.