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I wake up feeling warm, filled with comfort and a kind of happiness that I have never felt before. When I wake up, I feel the strong arms holding me close, my back against his bare abdomen. My bare legs are tangled with his, something I did when I felt like I needed to be even closer but there wasn't room to allow it. Even though I was drunk last night, I can still remember everything, and I blush from my boldness. The fact that I kissed him first. Then we went into his bedroom, I took my clothes off until I stood in front of him in my bra and underwear, and then asked him for one of his shirts to sleep in. THEN when he turned to give me privacy, I laughed and told him I wasn't trying to hide anything from him. Remembering it is more embarrassing than it needs to be, because I know it didn't bother him. After we kissed, we stayed up another hour in bed, talking about nothing special but everything. The sports we played growing up, which ones we liked to watch, our favorite movies and music. He seemed so different after that kiss, but in all the good ways. Eventually I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore and he whispered for me to go to sleep. It must have been almost three in the morning at that point.

Now I'm awake and laying here, but I'm scared to move because I don't want to wake him. This is what I've wanted for days now, and the thought of ruining it makes me scrunch my face up from annoyance. I hear my phone buzz, signaling a text message, and then I hear him breathe in my ear.

"Your phone has been buzzing like that for the past hour."

"How'd you know I was awake?"

"Your breathing pattern change." Well… I guess there's nothing he doesn't seem to notice. I don't respond and he breathes in my ear, "Look at me."

I flip onto my other side, so that we're face to face, and he's staring at me with an intense look.

"What is it?" I ask when it's been long enough to make me feel self-conscious.

"You're beautiful Tris." I feel the heat rush into my cheeks, and I bury my face into his neck. He uses his pointer finger and thumb to grab my chin and gently push it up, so I look at him again. Then he leans down and kisses me. It's more gentle than last night, but it feels just as warm.

I hear my phone buzz again and he sighs into my mouth.

"I'm going to go with it's Christina. And she's probably panicking that she can't get ahold of you," he says.

"And I'm going to go with that everything you said is very accurate." I turn around and grab my phone. It's eleven and sure enough, I have several missed messages and phone calls.

C: Man I was wasted last night.

C: Did you leave early this morning?

C: Wait the chain lock was on, which means you couldn't have gotten in. OMG did I lock you out last night?

C: Tris are you alive?

C: Where are you?

C: If you don't call me back in 10 minutes, I will call 911.

T: Hey I'm alive. I'm at Four's… wow I'm glad I didn't try to come home last night LOL

I set my phone down after sending the response. Four is laying on his back, arms behind his head, staring at me. I let myself stare at him, every muscle on him is clearly defined, but his abdomen is lean. He has a large tattoo on his back that I can pieces of it creeping on his shoulders.

"What now?" he asks when I stretch my arms above my head.

"I should get back to my dorm."

"Why?" I look at him and then point to his shirt that I am currently wearing.

"Well, I don't plan on walking around all day in your shirt." Then I see the biggest smile form on his face, I compare it to a childish grin.

"I actually think you walking around like that is a great idea," and before I can respond, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me on top of him. I lay there, with my head on his chest, and him playing with my hair, until I feel my eyelids become too heavy for me to bear.

I am startled awake by a loud ringtone, and Four muttering 'shit'. I'm still laying on top of him, so I roll off, to allow him to find his phone.

"Sorry," he says as he gets up and walks across the room to his dresser where the phone sits.

"Special Agent Four," he says as he answers, and the smiles I saw in him earlier are gone. Now he's back to being military, intimidating, all business, Four. The phone call is quick, the person on the other line only talks for a couple minutes before Four replies with a, "Yes Sir," then hangs up.

"Duty calls," he says as he disappears into his walk-in closet.

"It's Saturday."

"Don't worry, you'll get to experience this soon." I feel like I should really embrace my weekends the next few weeks.

Four takes a shower and gets ready, I put on my jeans and converse and wait for him in the living room. It only takes him about fifteen minutes to get ready and he steps into the living room. He's wearing 5.11 tactical khaki pants with a dark blue polo that's tucked in. I raise my eyebrows at this new wardrobe choice.

"I don't ask, I just do what they tell me," he shakes his head, and then he looks at what I'm wearing. I still have his shirt on because I felt like wearing the shirt from last night back to the dorms was asking for a walk of shame look.

"I felt like the crop top was a little much right now."

He lets out a smirk, "I told you I thought you wearing my shirt all day was a good idea."

The ride to base is too quick and Four is pulling up to my dorms.

"I'm going to drop you off on the east side of the building, it's off the road and no one should see me dropping you off." After last night and this morning, I forgot that this actually isn't a good look for me right now…or him. He pulls into the drive on the side of the building, covered by trees.
"I guess… I'll see you later?" It's a question because even though he admitted to liking me and kissing me, this doesn't exactly call for us being in a relationship and hanging out every day.

"Yeah, I'll keep you updated." Although I was half hoping he would give me a kiss, he grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. I smile at him, "have a good day." Then I hop out of the car and make my way to my room.

I crack open the door, and yell, "Everyone decent?"

"Relax, it's just me," I hear Christina say. I step inside and shut the door behind me.

"Well, I have now learned that I am going to have to be careful…mainly if you've drank."

"Tris, I am SO sorry for last night. I can't believe I ditched you and then basically told you that if you came home, we would be doing our business. I know this is a shared room. I feel really bad," Christina is talking wildly, waving her arms around.

"Christina, RELAX. I'm not mad. I'm…actually kind of glad that happened," I smile brightly and sit down on my bed. Then I realize that I am clearly not wearing my own clothes and Christina is wearing a similar smile on her face.

"By the looks of it, you also had some fun."

"I will tell you everything on two conditions. One, you call Marlene and tell her to come over because I'm only telling the story once. Two, we go get Starbucks because I need to treat myself."

"DEAL!"

My phone says 1715 (5:15 pm) by the time we make it to Starbucks. Marlene, Christina, and I walked to the one on base because it was a beautiful day, and we could use the fresh air after our night of drinking. I adjust my black aviators, as I slouch into one of the outdoor patio chairs.

"One iced caramel macchiato for our developing maturing girl," Marlene says, handing me my drink.

"Way to make it sound like I'm going through puberty," I sip the cold coffee, ah the caffeine…this is what I needed today. Actually, what I need… what I want right now, is for Four to text me. I haven't heard from him yet and I know I should give it a little more time; he did get called in on a Saturday.

"Well…go on…we're waiting," Christina is leaning forward in her seat. I swear this girl would thrive off being a part of a reality TV show.

For dramatic effect, I say, "Do I start before or after the kiss?"

"He kissed you!?" Marlene gasps but she's smiling. They're loving this.

"Uh… kind of? More like I kissed him."

"Tris, kissing an older man who outranks us. Shame shame," Christina laughs. Gross, I do not find that funny. I let out a groan.

"Don't say it like that Christina, that makes it sound weird!"

"I'm kidding. We're all adults here, they just try to make it sound weird right now because they want us to focus on training. But you've been doing great so you should be able to get yourself a little love life." Marlene is nodding in agreement, and I know Christina is right. It's not fair that I'm always holding myself back from something that could make me happy.

My phone buzzes and I jump before fumbling around to grab it.

F: Going to be a few days. Talk when I can.

Well, that isn't what I was expecting, and I definitely do not like the sounds of it.

(Four POV)

"Man, we haven't been on a mission together in four-ever. No pun intended." If Zeke tries to crack these types of jokes the entire trip, I am going to jump out of this plane without a parachute on. My leg is shaking, with impatience for the plane to take off. I check my buzzing phone one last time and have enough time to see Tris's response before we're ordered to turn our phones off for take-off.

T: Miss you already.

I can feel the corners of my mouth twitching, but I shut it down. I haven't discussed last night's events with Zeke yet, and although I don't usually keep things from him, we aren't in the best format for relationship gossip. I cringe at the thought of myself having relationship gossip, that's a new one for me. Last night wasn't something I could quite explain, I have known that my feelings towards Tris is slightly inappropriate. Zeke gave me some shit after the funplex incident, the incident being that I hung out with her the whole night and then hugged her. But Zeke was kidding while he poked at me for it, but I'm not naïve to know there's people out there who would not find it amusing. Then last night, Zeke, Shauna, Uriah, and I ended up having a full conversation on my potential relationship with this new girl that is still in the midst of training. Of course, Uriah, being a trainee himself, didn't see anything wrong with it. Zeke brought up the argument that I'm not in her chain of command, and that nothing bad can come of this. Shauna brought up the most reasonable point though, should I really be distracting her when she's going through a training that at one point will break her down mentally? Although Shauna didn't have to say it out loud, I got the feeling the real point she was making was, 'You're being selfish.'

But even after that conversation, I still invited Tris into my home, I kissed her back, let myself become completely relaxed with her, and even continued on with everything this morning. Not one ounce of me feels guilty about it, because it looked like she was so happy. I was even planning in my head about how I would sleep with her by my side again tonight, until this happened.

I was given short notice of a mission going to Libya; myself with one other OSI agent and two security forces members. Zeke, being the person and best friend that he is, found out about this mission and somehow convinced them to let him go. It doesn't come as much of a surprise because he has worked with special operation troops on multiple occasions and is always being pushed to retrain into one of those career fields. And while he can be a pain in the ass with his constant talking and corny jokes, I am happy to have him here at my side for this.

Flying overseas makes me feel exhausted, as it should to any normal person. The stuffy air in the plane and the claustrophobic feeling that looms over me the entire time creates a tiring combination, one that also makes me feel like I need a shower that will burn my skin off. Zeke and I don't talk as we exit the plane, the other agent and security forces member slightly ahead of us. We were given specific directions; do not walk in a group, do not talk to anyone, or each other, in the airport, follow the directions to get to the vehicles, and move fast.

We step outside and the humidity drowns me, including the bright, burning sun blasting my face. It's 90 degrees out right now, which will be the usual temperature for the duration of our trip. We receive more looks than I would prefer; considering my skin color and our clothing, it's clear we do not belong. I look around non discreetly, making sure I am alert and aware of my surroundings. There are men, in what looks like Libyan military uniforms, all around, holding AK's and grenade launchers. The sight is rattling, but other people do not seem phased by it. There is a dark green passenger van parked in the spot we were directed to go to, and we all shuffle in without a word. Our driver goes as soon as we shut the door, and there is an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Then he speaks.

"My name is Abasi. If you need anything let me know. As you four should know, there is no official US Embassy here, but we will be staying at a compound, north of the city. There is a CIA team and a Navy SEAL team at the compound. We will have you meet with those in charge at the compound and they will discuss specifics of your mission." Abasi's accent is heavy but his English is near perfect. His appearance is also…to put it lightly…he looks like a nerd. His jet-black hair is neatly combed and pushed back with gel, circle glasses, and he's wearing a short sleeve button up. I'm not the only one noticing his appearance because Zeke speaks up.

"So Abasi… no offense… but you don't really come off as a…uh…fighter?" I don't expect Abasi's loud laugh, and it almost makes me flinch from the sudden noise.

"I am certainly not a fighter. All I am in an interpreter… not a combat one either." The rest of the ride to the compound is light conversation. The other agent goes by the name Booze, I can imagine he must be the party guy otherwise I can't wrap my mind around the nickname Booze, and the security forces member is Jackson. Booze is a retrained agent like me, he was combat control, another special operations career field. Jackson, similar to Zeke, has been recommend to go into special operations.

"Well, they didn't pick the four of us to come here on coincidence," Zeke mumbles.

"Hey Zeke," I lean towards him, my voice low, "I don't know if you forgot already, but you volunteered." He lets out a laugh and punches my arm, "Shut up man. You're welcome for joining you instead of having you be with all strangers." I let myself smile while I lean back, he isn't wrong. I am definitely relieved to have him here, even though we aren't expected to be here longer than a week. I feel the van slowing down and see that we are pulling up the compound. Abasi is speaking into a radio to let them know we have arrived.

The gates open and when we pull in, it's a very simple set up. Four buildings on each corner of the small compound, and each building is small and square in design. To the right are a couple parked vehicles, and to the left in an opening is a shitty looking makeshift gym. I see four of the SEAL guys, two of them working out and the other two sitting on top of a worn-down picnic table. Once the van is parked, they head in our direction.

"They're either going to be happy we're here, or they're going to try to bully us," Booze cracks his knuckles.

"Relax," I look back at him, "No need to start anything. This is supposed to be a short trip."

I open up the van door and am face to face with one of the guys. I'm tall, but he's taller, wider with muscle, has a thick red beard, and his eyes have seen more death than mine. He would intimidate the ordinary man; however, I know that there is been times in my career where I saved a few of these guy's lives. They're crazy, but I can be just the same. I'm expecting him to try and talk down on me, but instead he's smiling. Not smirking, not giving me a weird smile that's to let me know he's in charge around here, instead it's a genuine smile. Weird to see that in a place like this.

"Oh thank God. You look like you can actually handle this place. The last agents they sent out here were real babies. I'm Tucker," he grabs my hand and gives me a rough shake, then moves on to speak to Zeke. The other three give me a nod, that I return back, and then I see an older gentleman, around his 40's with thick gray hair approaching us.

"Hey Bob, you gonna try to harass these new guys and tell them you're in charge and if we don't listen then we're fired?" Tucker says, his arms crossed, and that big smile still glued onto his face.

"I AM in charge, no harassment required. And these guys aren't here to stay, they'll be here a week and then return when we have an official plan. Gentlemen, follow me," the man that was referred to as Bob says, before he spins around on his heels and heads towards one of the buildings. No one said anything to me about this being a returning mission, we weren't given details more it sounded more like a quick investigation and then I could finish the work from home. I have a feeling of annoyance floating over me, but I know I should push it away. I love my job, and I love missions like this. The only difference is I have someone waiting for me at home, and I would like to be spending more time with her.

We follow Bob into the building, and then into a room behind a secured metal door, the front of the door has a sign that reads "TOP SECRET". He leads us into a meeting room, and we sit around a large oval table.

"Welcome Gentlemen. My name is Bob, and I am the director of operations for the CIA team here. If you have any questions on the compound, meals, and sleeping arrangements, that will be answered by the SEAL team here. In short, the mission for the two agents will to be accompany the Foreign Liaison agents we have here, check out the areas you are going, listen in on conversations, see if you can catch any signs of terrorism. The two security forces officers will be in the background, overseeing what is happening and is there for back up protection."

I lean back, crossing my arms, and read the information displayed on the white board; a summary of what Bob just went over.

"So how long are we expected to be here? You said something about us coming back?" I'm not usually a curious person, but the moment calls for it.

"Right, it's not an official order. But there has been some…concerning… things going on around here. We have a US ambassador and other US government officials coming into the country in about two months. We want to have an idea on threat levels. The plan is for you guys to be busy this week, go home, a team of eight will be selected, and then you will return to complete a 60-day investigation." The room is silent for a few seconds before Booze and Zeke try to speak at the same time. I get the feeling I will not have a lot of quiet time with these two around, including our new friend Tucker and his team.

"Wi-fi? I'd like to message my girl," I'm glad Zeke asked. I have a feeling in my stomach, and it's urging me to message Tris. I know I like her, but this is starting to feel obsessive for me, or maybe it's normal to feel like this.

"No Wi-fi right now. There was a bomb that went off last night outside the compound, so all non-military involved Wi-fi is shut down for the next week." Of course, no wi-fi. Before anyone can say anything else, Bob dismisses us and tells us to meet with Tucker and his team. Bob refers to them as 'our kind of people'.

We find him in the building across from where we just were, sitting in the common room with his legs propped up on a coffee table.

"Ahhh, what's up ladies?" He jumps up when we walk in.

"Looking for our room assignments," I say, speaking loudly over the rock music they have playing. We're taken to a room with two bunk beds, it's cramped and obvious that we will not have privacy for the next week. Tucker explains it's because of our short stay and when we return, we will have a space we just share with one other person. Right…when we return. But then my mind wanders and I start to think. They said the team returning would be chosen from the people back home, which could include our new trainees. This would mean Tris has a chance to join us on the next mission. I'm not sure if it's selfish to get her to join me on a mission in a dangerous country… we aren't even dating. But that's not what my mind cares about right now, I'm focused on the feeling that wants to be next to her, and for me to manage that, I'll have to get her through this training and into this mission.

I know this chapter was a little shorter, but it made more sense for me to end this chapter here. There will be more Four POV but it will still primarily be from Tris POV! Review and let me know what you think!