Hi everyone! Onto our next phase of the story, the job training!

Little note here, I'm sure you'll notice, I've read a lot of stories that involve Tris keeping secrets from Christina or they're best friends but then have this competition, so they'll keep things from each other. I know in the books; Tris isn't usually the most honest person. I'm really all for the strength in friendship and girls sticking together in male dominant career fields so you'll see a lot of friendship in this story and SUPPORT. Things like that.

We've got two disclaimers today;

Disclaimer: The OSI training regimen included in this story are not accurate; this is not how you become OSI; nor is anything secret exposed. This is written from a completely fictional standpoint mixed with information that could be googled.

Disclaimer: I do not own Divergent.

"I do not even want to think about moving," I hear Christina mumbling into her pillow. I want to respond but I'm so tired that it feels like a chore to form words. I try to shift but I feel pain everywhere. My muscles ache, my joints feel like I'm 80 years old, and it hurts to breathe.

"Why are we doing this again?" I groan. I try to think of Al's smile in the airplane months ago, that positivity he felt. I'm trying to draw that energy into my soul, but it's failing me.

"Do we need to get up yet?" she asks.

"I don't know the time."

"Can you check?"

"Why don't you check?"

"I literally cannot move." This conversation isn't getting us anywhere. I know it isn't time for us to get up yet because neither of our alarms have gone off, but we have realized that when we get up before our alarms, we have a less stressful day. I roll onto my side and check the time.

"It's 0614. Wake up time for today is 0630," I tell Christina and I see her shifting around under her blanket. All I can see is her hair poking out.

"Alright, I'm getting up. I need a hot shower and some extra strength Tylenol."

"Same." I slowly sit up and reach my arms above my head. It hurts but I force it because I know the tightness in my muscles won't get better if I don't stretch. I push my legs off the bed and open up the curtains, although the sun isn't up yet it helps bring life into our room.

Today is the fourth day, of week one in Georgia. This is where the OSI training takes place, at the Federal Law Enforcement Training Center. It seemed like mine and Christina's luck hadn't quite run out because we were paired as roommates for the 19-week training academy. From the sounds of it, that's a long time to be with one person, in a hotel sized room. But if I was going to be with anybody, she was definitely my first choice. Our room is the size of a hotel room that would hold two queen size beds and a small kitchen; except ours has twin beds. We have a bed pushed on each side of the wall, with a bedside table next to it. Then we each have a small closet that has a lock, a dresser, and a desk. We don't have a kitchen, but we have a mini fridge and microwave which is enough, because there's a 24/7 dining facility. The bathroom is shared with another room, which again, as luck would have it, we share with Marlene and Lynn. It's not a bad set up and I've already managed to feel comfortable here.

Now the pain we are feeling… that is from the work outs. The work outs and the fighting, because apparently hand to hand fighting is taught in the first few weeks. There was no wonder left now on why they chose the fittest males and females to do this either, we worked out twice a day and it required more body strength than I had. Luckily, I wasn't the only one struggling and it seemed like we all suffered together.

I've only seen Four a couple of times, but we've only been here for a few days and I'm not sure what my expectations were. Maybe deep down I was hoping that the first day he would come find me and take me away to some place by myself and tell me all the secrets of training and then confess his love for me? I'm a lot more realistic than that, but I'm still an 18-year-old girl who hasn't really dated and the only knowledge I know about feelings now is the things Christina and Marlene tell me. The part that disappointed me was when we saw each other it was a quick moment where he was walking by our training groups or he was sitting in the back of the classroom. Again… not sure what I was expecting here, but there was definitely a hope for something a little more than a blank stare. Now my daydreaming about Four was over, at least for the next few hours. If there was one thing I wasn't going to let happen, it was let my thoughts distract me from the goal.

"Today we are going to go through disarming a suspect who has a knife or gun, without using deadly force," our combat instructor, Amar, says.

"So, you're telling me even if I have a gun…and they have a gun… I'm going to try to just take the gun from them. And not shoot them?" Peter. What a distinct and annoying person.

"Yes… this might be hard to believe but your job isn't to kill people. Chances are if you're trying to talk to this person, it's to arrest them to get information. So, killing them would defeat that purpose…right?" Peter doesn't respond and I'm envious of Amar's ability to stay patient. Patience isn't going onto my resume under strengths.

Amar demonstrates the movements for us, and I watch every detail of the way he moves. Where he grabs the knife and how he bends the arm of another instructor. I try to memorize everything quickly but then after three demonstrations, it's time for us to work. Naturally, Christina and I work together. She is about 6 inches taller than me, and I hate to admit that she is significantly stronger. Although I could excel in physical fitness, those were things like running, push-ups, pull ups and sit ups. Now that we're past doing things with our own body weight, I have been able to notice that my muscles have only been able to carry myself.

Christina stops me from disabling her again and I sigh with frustration. I know it's not a bad thing that she is able to pick up these skills so naturally, but I've never liked being the weak one.

"Try it this way," Christina shows me where to grab on her elbow that triggers a pressure point on her body, forcing her arm not to respond, and allowing me to bring the arm behind her back and grabbing the knife.

"Wow…" I breathe as I'm able to do it again. "This is awesome." I can't keep the smile on my face away and she smiles back.

"See, you might be tiny, but you just have to use certain skills to your advantage."

"Alright, let's pair up with partners of the opposite gender. If there's an uneven number then we will go to pairing up with someone of different strength," Amar announces loudly. No one moves and everyone is looking around, clearly, we're with the people we're comfortable with.

"Ok… I'll just assign partners." And what do you know, I end up with Peter. I'm aware that Amar doesn't know that I really hate Peter; for no real reason other than he's rude and annoying and will ruin everyone else so he can be on top; but I felt like he was playing a joke on me. Not sure what the joke is… but Peter is laughing so something's funny.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," he grins as he walks over to be with his head held way too high.

"Shut up Peter," I roll my eyes. As we begin the exercise, I don't stand a chance disarming him. Not only that, but Peter is enjoying taunting me and not even letting me practice the movements on him. Then when he practices on me, he throws my body around and has his grip on my arm a little too tight. I feel myself boiling on the inside and am trying not to explode. If I try to hit him, that won't look good on me. If I complain to Amar, it will just look like I'm whining. My last option is screaming at Peter but then I'm just a little girl who's throwing a tantrum. One more time, I try to take the knife from him, and he literally places two fingers on my forehead, pushes me, and when I stumble back a little, he puts his foot behind mine, and I trip backward. When I hit the ground, I really am about to lose it, but before I can unleash my rage, I hear a voice behind me.

"Do you think this is funny? This isn't some form of entertainment for you. It's practice for both of you and you help your partner when they need it. If you can't figure that out, you don't belong in this career field." I look behind me and in all his observing glory, there's Four.

Peter scoffs, "It's not my fault she's pathetic." Oh God, that's it. I jump up and kick him in the gut, then before he can react to that, punching in the face. Ok ow, no one tells you how much it hurts to punch someone.

"YOU BITCH," he yells and he's about to come for me, but Amar grabs his arm and Four has his hands on both my shoulders.

"Let's go," he says and tries to lead me away but I'm not ready to be done yet. I'm still staring at Peter with anger but then Four actually uses force to get my feet moving, and he leads me out of the training room.

"What was that about? You shouldn't react like that, in this career field you need to keep your cool," Four says once we're out of the training room and through another set of doors that leads us outside. The Georgia air is humid still, even though fall is supposed to be around the corner. The sun feels nice on my skin though, and now that I'm out here I want to close my eyes and lay down.

"Shouldn't you be asking him that? He was treating me like I'm some kid he picks on at the playground, and then he called me pathetic," I cross my arms over my chest, "I am not going to apologize for sticking up for myself."

"I'm not telling or asking you to apologize. But you can't just let yourself react with natural instincts. You aren't that deep into training yet but later are, you are going to have to control those reactions." I don't have a response, so I just stare ahead, focusing on a tree branch. Why does he care anyways?

"Why do you care?"

"What?"

"Why do you care what I do? Does it make you look bad if you select people and then they don't perform the way you thought they would?" I try to use a stronger voice this time, and I'm squinting my eyes at him now. I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish here, but my emotions are going between satisfaction of hitting Peter, anger at Four, and this weird feeling of wanting Four to grab my face and kiss me. Get ahold of yourself Tris…this isn't the movies.

He seems annoyed but he just lets a breath out before responding.

"No, it doesn't make me look bad. This is a long training and there's plenty of people not cut out for this. But I think you are," He leans closer, he has to slightly bend so that he is eye level with me, "So don't mess it up by letting someone as juvenile as Peter get to you." I want to let myself swoon, but I shake it off.

"I won't. He got what he deserves, that's all I needed."

"Good, let's go back before they think you quit."

"Finally! I've been waiting here forever to finally see you and ask what happened after your fight with Peter!" Christina jumps off her bed as soon as I walk through our dorm room's door. I look at my watch.

"Christina, we've only been done with class for like 20 minutes."

"Well, I mean I had to go the rest of the afternoon waiting to see you and it felt like eternity when I go back here." After I returned from outside with Four, they split us into groups based off our weaknesses so we could spend time on that. Christina was sent to classroom studies because he ability to retain book information…well it sucks, and I was sent to go practice shooting.

I shrugged my shoulder and put my backpack down on my bed. Now that the activities of the day are over, I'm starting to feel sore again.

"Nothing really. Four gave me this speech on controlling my emotions and not letting Peter get to me. That was it."

"Oh… damn," Christina laughs, "I was actually hoping you'd tell me that Four was trying to be your hero or something. Although, it sounds like he's looking out for you. Maybe he has a crush," she coos when she says 'crush'.

"Oh God Christina, I do not need a hero. Especially when it comes to Peter."

"Alright alright… so...?"

"Yes, I still think he's hot and I like to stare at him." That was the response she was looking for, and it wasn't a lie. It felt weird saying it out loud, Susan and I would still talk about boys and celebrity crushes and Susan LOVED talking about her future wedding…even if she didn't have the man yet. This was different though, because Four wasn't some famous actor that I'd never talk to and he wasn't some high school boy.

"You know he's not one of our instructors. You are allowed to talk to him," she puts an arm around my shoulder, "AND go out with him."

"Yeah…right."

"Ok enough of this! Let's get ready and meet with Will and Al, I need to get out of this place for a bit."

It feels great to take off our training uniforms, which consists of all black and is just a cotton t shirt and long pants. I put on dark blue skinny jeans, all white vans, and a yellow tank top. It feels like years since I've worn jeans. While I wait for Christina, I scroll thru instagram to keep myself entertained. I accept follow requests from girls in my boot camp flight, and then some of the guys I recognize from the other flight. I follow back Uriah, the guy who I found to look very similar to Sergeant Pedrad from the obstacle course. I'm not surprised to see that's also his last name. Brothers...makes sense. But then, because life likes to throw surprises at us, I go onto Uriah's instagram and the most recent picture is a picture of him...his brother...AND FOUR. Why does this feel so random? It seems random but Four and his older brother were talking a lot at the obstacle course.

I click on the picture and see it was uploaded 10 minutes ago, captioned "The boys are back!" There's already several comments under the picture.

'Tag the photographer!' - Shauna.

'Make it to Georgia? Your bro in town?' - Chris

'OMG CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU' - Layla

And a few more with similar comments. Ok well...this is definitely different. I scroll through more photos and every few pictures, there is one with Uriah, his brother who now I know is Zeke, and Four. Them golfing, them at football games, concerts. Some of the pictures have other people, but the three of them are lined up next to each other. Four disappears from the pictures after their date goes past 3 years. Wow I can't wait to tell Christina about this.

I hear the bathroom door open and before I can say anything, she says, "Hey, Will texted me and Uriah, the guy from his flight, wants us all to meet up. I guess his brother is in town."

Oh God.

Hope everyone enjoyed reading the chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! I'm already working on the next chapter because I'm excited to unleash some more Four and Tris interaction! Please read and review; as always; be honest and let me know what you really think!