Tris complied, assuring Fernando she would see him at dinner. She watched her mother as they waited for the elevator and subtly shook her head; the battle raging inside was written all over her mother's face. Watching her two children at odds, unable to do anything about it, tore at Natalie. Her Abnegation peers helped gather the remaining donations they had been given and ushered her out, whispering comforting words about Caleb as they made the trek back home. Natalie wanted to believe them, to believe that her children would be okay, but confirming that Beatrice was still alive and that the Bureau was intervening again wasn't a good sign. She had to tell Andrew about the warning and decide what plan of action they would take, both to ensure the safety of their faction members and the factionless, and to help their daughter.

Tris yanked her arm out of her brother's grasp as soon as the elevator door closed. The look on Caleb's face told her that he didn't know who she was, only that he was suspicious that something wasn't right. When the doors opened on the top floor, she was surprised to see Jeanine standing there, a series of rooms and labs sprawled behind her.

"Caleb?" she said coolly, looking between the two of them. "What is going on?" He leaned in and whispered into Jeanine's ear; she eyed Tris the entire time. "I see. Well, then, come along." He grabbed Tris roughly by the arm again and pulled her down the hall into a vacant room with a table and chairs; Caleb was kind enough to let her choose her own seat.

"Miss Wright," Jeanine started, taking a seat across from her, "It has been brought to my attention that you have been displaying some suspicious behavior." Tris was still as she considered her actions; other than the moment with her mother, Tris hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. She looked at Jeanine with as much innocence as she could muster, and gave her a simple shrug. "Tell me, what did you say to the Abnegation woman?"

"I thanked her for her services."

Tris held still as Jeanine looked her over. She had a feeling her cover might be blown, but she would play the part long enough to try and convince them both to release her; she knew she would press the button in the mirror and make a run for it as soon as she was set free. Tris briefly wondered if the Bureau already knew, if they were taking steps to extract her.

"This woman, she had tears in her eyes because you thanked her?"

Tris shrugged again. "Maybe she wasn't used to hearing it."

Jeanine spent a few minutes tapping on the tablet in front of her, and Tris's heart rate increased; if there was anything incriminating on it, there would be little chance of getting out of Erudite, whether through an escape or otherwise. Jeanine eyed the tablet before sliding it over: it contained a long list of everything known about Melody Wright. Tris raised an eyebrow as she read through it; it seemed that the Bureau had been extremely thorough with her information, going so far as to fabricate grades and classes she never took in school. When Tris was done scrolling, she looked up at Jeanine. "Do you keep this information on all your members, or just transfers?" she asked.

"Just the ones who begin acting suspiciously. That's when I pull files so I can look for things that don't quite fit."

She looked between the two of them and gave a nonchalant shrug, hoping to buy herself some time to think. Jeanine leaned over to Caleb and whispered something in his ear. He shot out of the room while Jeanine smiled awkwardly at her.

As soon as he burst back in, Jeanine stood and retrieved something from him. Tris kept facing forward, her eyes cast down as Jeanine walked around the desk, stopping right next to her. "If you have nothing to hide," she said, "Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind taking a test for me."

Tris swallowed and looked up to see a smug smirk on her face; it ignited her anger. Jeanine held her hand out, motioning for Tris's. She complied and Jeanine pricked her finger, drawing a small sample of blood. Tris held her head high, defiant until she and Caleb left the room; once they were gone, she let her shoulders sag and shed a few tears.

She wasn't sure how long she was left alone, but when they finally came back into the room, Caleb's eyes were wild; she knew the truth had been revealed. Her sadness and regret for not taking Tobias up on his offer to come get her seemed to vanish when she saw Caleb's accusing stare. She sat back in her chair, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow.

"Beatrice," he said, his voice incredulous to her ears, but his face completely devoid of any emotion.

"Who?"

"Don't play dumb. Your DNA only had a single genetic match in the city's database, and it wasn't for a 'Melody Wright'. I had to test it three times and draw a fresh sample from myself because I couldn't believe my eyes." Caleb paced back and forth, Jeanine observing from the corner of the room and Tris simply watching her brother. She knew he was trying to piece things together; he couldn't even begin to imagine the truth.

"I always knew Abnegation was horrible," he said as he sat across from her. "But to fake the death of one of their own members? What are they trying to accomplish? Did they know I was going to transfer? Were they hoping I would stay?"

Tris snorted. "Awfully selfish there, Caleb."

"Well, what other reason could there be?" he retorted. "I'm the only connection to both things."

"Now, Caleb," Jeanine said, coming to stand behind him. "There's no evidence that Abnegation had anything to do with this. Perhaps your sister is simply a sick individual who faked her own death." He narrowed his eyes at Tris. "Therefore, it's a good thing we have ways of finding out the truth."

She opened the door and two Erudite filed in; Cara was one of them, holding a syringe filled with a familiar light blue liquid in it. Jeanine took it and turned her attention back to Tris. "Are you going to cooperate, or are we going to have to hold you down?" Tris gave her one last glare before tilting her head and exposing her neck; she visibly flinched when Jeanine's cold fingers brushed over her skin, finding the vein. She was rough as she inserted the needle, pushing the truth serum into her system.

She felt the effects immediately: her head swirled and her body became heavy. It took her a moment to stop herself from falling too far under the serum's powerful influence, her head momentarily clearing as the questioning began.

"What is your birth name?"

Tris only had a moment to debate with herself on how honest she was going to be. "Beatrice Prior."

Jeanine smirked. "And what are you doing in Erudite, Beatrice?"

"Spying." She had to hold back her own smirk when Jeanine's face fell.

"Spying for whom?"

"Abnegation."

Jeanine stilled when the words came out of her mouth. Tris knew she couldn't reveal the full truth; the mere existence of the Bureau would open up an enormous can of worms. She rolled with Caleb's assumptions about Abnegation, hoping it might get her released to her parents.

"And what does Abnegation need a spy for?"

She shrugged. "That information wasn't given to me."

Jeanine walked closer to Tris. She leaned down, studied her face and looked into her eyes; Tris let the serum take hold of her, only for the moment. She grimaced, trying to fight the effects back when Jeanine asked, "How do you receive your instructions?"

Tris was at a loss for words. She couldn't tell them about the earpiece, and there wouldn't be any evidence of her sneaking out or meeting with anyone if they searched the camera footage. Still, she tried the lie. "I sneak out. Meet at a designated location."

Jeanine grabbed her face, pulling it up to look in her eyes. She could see the dilation of the pupil, but there was more there, she was sure of it. "Put her in a cell," she said. "Until this is resolved nobody has access to her, understood?" Caleb nodded, Cara and the other Erudite immediately moving.

Tris dragged her feet, making things difficult for the two men escorting her. She took in every detail she could: she was three floors from the top, in a cell marked 14, third hallway to the left. She tried to memorize the sequence of numbers that Cara pressed into the keypad, but she was too fast, her shoulder partially obscuring Tris's view. Her brother roughly pushed her into the dim room, taking one last look before shutting the door.

The cell was small and sterile, with only a cot on one wall. Tris looked up at the camera in the corner, and wondered if the Bureau had access to its feed. She gave a thumbs up on the off chance that they did, hoping that Tobias would know she was okay.

He was furious when Amar showed him the footage; he had been out on a camera run in the Fringe, and had no idea what had happened in his absence. "Calm down," Amar said, watching Tobias pace back and forth. "That hot head of yours isn't going to get you anywhere."

"Fuck anywhere," he said, shooting Amar a look. "I'm going in there."

"And how are you going to do that?" Tobias narrowed his eyes. "You leave here, you're going to get yourself, and possibly her, killed. At the very least, you'll reveal the Bureau and the experiment, and you know what happens after that." Amar paused for a moment, searching for a way to reach Tobias. "It's not worth the risk of losing her completely, is it? I'm sure David is working on a plan."

The mere mention of David's name, however, seemed to add fuel to the fire. Tobias yanked the security room door open, and stalked out, Amar calling after him. He ignored everything and everyone as he strode quickly down the hallway, flinging David's door open. "How the hell could you have put her in so much danger?" he spat, leaning over David's desk, stopping only inches from his face. "You could have placed anyone, anywhere, yet you chose to put her close to the one person who could figure her out. Why?" David's face was blank as Tobias inched closer. "You could have made her factionless. Had her gather information as she cleaned the buildings at night and nobody would have looked twice at her."

David made no move, gave no indication that he was even listening, let alone planning to answer Tobias's questions. It set Tobias off: he reached out and gripped David's shirt, pressing his fist into him as he shook him forward and back. "If she gets hurt, you are going to regret ever pulling me out of the city."

"Now you listen to me, you little shit," David said, snapping Tobias out of it; he had never heard David get angry before. "You are a nobody, and you mean nothing to me, the Bureau, or the experiment. Hell, you didn't even mean anything to your parents." Tobias grit his teeth, pressing his fist harder into David's chest. "I am only giving you this single warning because you have some value, since the other defects actually listen to you. If you ever come at me again, I will have you arrested. And if you want me to do anything about that little girlfriend of yours, you'll apologize to me and let me do my job."

Tobias let him go with one last thrust, leaning back over the desk and smoothing down his shirt. "I'm sorry," he muttered.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

"I am sorry, Sir," he said, punctuating his words with enough venom to kill a man.

"Please resume your post," David said, "And do close the door on your way out."

Tobias opened the door to see a frightened Zoe pressed against the opposite wall. She watched his swift strides carry him down the hall, peeling herself away and slinking into David's office once he was out of sight. "Sir?" she said, tentatively. "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Zoe. However, I want surveillance tracking put back on Eaton at all times."

"Yes, Sir." She backed out of the office, closing the door quietly.

Zoe hurried down the hall and stopped outside a secured door, entering her access code on the keypad. She slipped inside, the roomful of monitors casting a bright glow. She sat down in front of a blank monitor and brought up Tobias's information, starting the facial recognition program. Once it located Tobias in the security room, she pressed record, briefly checking the other cameras before exiting and making her way back to David.

Tris was fed three meals — each consisting of a sandwich, juice box, and an apple — before anyone came to let her out of the cell. She was using her meal schedule as a way to measure time passing, though she never imagined it would be inaccurate: by her calculations, it should be sometime in the afternoon, yet the windows were dark and the hallways were deserted.

Three men led her to a bathroom, giving her a fresh change of clothes and ten minutes to shower. When she was led back to her cell, Jeanine was waiting inside; Tris was cautious as she leaned against the opposite wall.

"Your story doesn't add up," Jeanine said. "I've been in contact with Abnegation officials, and they have no knowledge of your existence inside of this compound."

Tris read the bluff immediately. "So, they weren't concerned that a previously deceased member of their faction was alive? Just said that they had nothing to do with me?"

Jeanine's lip curled. "It seems as though your intellect outweighs your common sense, though I'm hesitant to give you that much credit. Tell me, how did you manage to get yourself placed within our midst undetected?" Tris shrugged. "Well, no matter. We do have ways of uncovering the truth, unlike some of the other factions. Tell me, Beatrice: when did you first find out about your Divergence?"

Tris debated for a moment in her head. "My what?"

"Oh, come now. You were able to lie to me despite being injected with truth serum. Only a Divergent can do that."

"Did I?" Tris asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can you be sure of that?"

Jeanine pursed her lips, and Tris smiled. "You have a choice: cooperate, or we will force you to cooperate."

"That doesn't sound like much of a choice." Tris stared at Jeanine for a minute before motioning to the door.

"I see your decision is made. Very well, then." Jeannie gave her a curt nod, closing the door behind her.

The meals came and went, with no indication of how much time had passed. Tris tried to keep track: six meals to one shower meant every other day, and four showers meant just over a week had passed, though she couldn't be sure. Tris often found herself waking without a memory of having fallen asleep or even being tired. She also noticed her body was changing, becoming thinner and paler. When Jeanine finally made another appearance, she found the human interaction welcome.

"Are you ready to cooperate now?" Desperate to get out of her cell, and to have more than ten seconds of human contact, Tris felt she had no choice other than to agree. She needed a chance to see what was happening beyond her closed cell door, a chance to figure out a way to escape. Jeanine's lips curved into a wide grin as she stood.

Tris followed her out, squinting her eyes in the bright light of the hallway; three Erudite immediately surrounded her, boxing her in. The windows were dark again; Tris thought it should be close to lunch, and she briefly wondered if she was really that off or if Erudite was purposely messing with her mind.

The room she was led to contained only a small table, a chair, and a computer. Tris knew exactly what to expect when she sat, yet that didn't stop her from being nervous. She focused on the large window; if this was the same room from the footage she saw in the Bureau, she was being watched. She held her head high as electrodes were placed on her head, and did her best to calm her nerves.

The amber serum felt different as it was pushed into her vein, though it could have been her imagination. She expected an immediate reaction: heaviness like the truth serum, or panic like the fear serum, but nothing changed.

"What is your name?" Jeanine asked, and Tris looked up, her eyebrows scrunched. Jeanine looked to her left at Caleb, who simply shrugged. She tapped on her tablet a few times before repeating the question.

"Whatever you're trying to do, it isn't working."

Jeanine pursed her lips, studying her for a moment. Tris couldn't help but feel elated: whatever Jeanine was trying, it was failing miserably. Jeanine let out a sigh, and slipped out the door. She was back only moments later with two syringes in her hand: one orange, the other red.

"You're right. I think I am getting ahead of myself," she stated, setting the red one down. Tris kept her eyes on Jeanine's every movement while she calculated her chances of making a run for it; although she was familiar with the layout of Erudite, she was one against many. She turned her head, flinching as the syringe's needle pierced her skin.

The familiar burn settled in her veins, her mind transporting her somewhere else entirely. There was no point in hiding her Divergence from Jeanine, so Tris tackled her fears methodically: creating items from nothing, calming herself and moving forward, realizing fiction from reality. When the room swam back into view, the first thing she saw was Jeanine's face hovering over hers, a look of pure astonishment plastered on it.

"Interesting," Jeanine said, tapping a fingernail on the arm of the chair. Jeanine lingered for a few moments more before pulling herself together. She stood and smoothed her blazer down, the Erudite in the room hovering while they waited for her instructions. Tris felt her stomach drop when Jeanine's lip curled up on one side. "This endeavor should prove to be very… fruitful. Put her in a cell while I analyze. Contact Dauntless for me, Caleb. Tell them their assistance in finding new test subjects is not needed for the time being. I seem to have the perfect one right here." Caleb briefly glanced at Tris; she saw something flicker in his eyes before he nodded to Jeanine and left the room.

Livid was too small of a word to describe how Tobias felt. He threw and smashed everything in his apartment that he could get his hands on, Amar and Jones alternating between trying to get him under control and letting him do what he wanted.

"Let's go to the range," Jones suggested. "Shoot off a couple of rounds."

"There's only one thing I want to shoot," he seethed, punching a hole in the wall.

"Four!" Amar tried to intervene, to grab hold of Tobias and pin him down, but it was of no use: he was far too enraged. "Can we at least take this to Dauntless? I will stay there all night with you if I have to, but you have to let your anger out the right way. You're going to tear this place apart."

"Fuck this place." He punched with the other hand, his knuckles already bruised and bloody.

Amar took a chance and slipped between him and the wall; Tobias puffed his chest, staring him down, while Amar kept eye contact. "You know I'm right. Jones, get us something to snack on while we're there, please. Plenty of water, too."

"I'll tell Ruby," he said. "She'll help."

Amar gave him a quick nod and turned his focus back on Tobias. "I know it's hard to keep your thoughts straight," he said calmly, "But this isn't the way. You're crossing into dangerous territory, and it's going to get you hurt. Or worse."

"What? Killed?" he spat. "I don't care about me. I only care about her."

"And who do you think she cares about, Tobias? How is she going to feel when she comes home to a missing or dead boyfriend, huh?" Amar smacked him upside the head, frustrated by Tobias's impulsive nature. "Start using that brain of yours and put her needs first." Tobias clenched his jaw hard; he knew Amar was right, but he was too pissed to fully appreciate his concern.

Ruby and Jones weren't far behind them. The three of them watched Tobias take his anger out on a punching bag, stopping him occasionally to make him take a drink of water. He refused every break they suggested, until Ruby threatened to start getting naked to break his concentration; he only paused long enough to eat a protein bar, and allowed Amar to re-tape his bloodied hands.

It was well into the evening when Ruby left, citing her need to be up early for her shift. Tobias knew he did, too, but he needed to wear himself so far into exhaustion that he had no choice but to sleep; he hadn't slept properly since Tris had left.

Tris found herself being roughly woken; she had no memory of falling asleep again. The same three Erudite escorted her back down the hallway, boxing her in so she couldn't run. She flopped herself down in the chair, irritated by the arrogant expression on Jeanine's face.

"Watching your fears proved to be very interesting, Beatrice. And since you won't talk and our normal serums seem to have no effect on you, I'm not left with a lot of options," Jeanine began. "Do you know what this is?" She held up the syringe full of red liquid she had seen before, and Tris shook her head. "It's the fear serum, in its purest form. It's what was originally used before I perfected it into something useful. Do you have any idea what pure, undiluted fear is like, Miss Prior?"

Tris was completely still as Jeanine injected her. The burn started the same, escalating at a faster rate until she let out a scream. Tris tried to maintain control, tried to fight it, until her entire body felt like it was consumed by fire. The last thing she saw was Jeanine hovering over her, a smile on her face.

Ruby burst through the doors, a tablet in her hands. "I couldn't sleep," she said through heavy breaths. "I was coming back to hang out and there was a crowd…" She held the tablet out and Amar snatched it from her. It showed Tris strapped to a chair, thrashing, screaming, veins bulging out of her neck.

Amar snapped his eyes to Ruby, who could only shrug in response. "Four." Tobias sighed, but continued with his assault. "Now!" Amar shouted, turning on the sound and allowing Tris's guttural screams to fill the room.

Tobias let his hands fall to his sides and spun around; the look on their faces as they crowded around the tablet told him all he needed to know. Beaten and bloody, he walked to the cabinets and pulled out a gun.

"Four," Amar said warningly, "Put it back."

Tobias held the gun out, his hand steadier than it had ever been as he aimed it at Amar's head. "No," he growled.

Amar held his hands up, motioning for Ruby and Jones to hold their positions. The three of them watched as Tobias slowly backed himself towards the entrance, bursting into a sprint as he ran through the door.

"Are we just going to let him do whatever it is he's going to do?" Jones asked, looking between the door and Amar.

"No." Amar raised his arm and pressed his watch, calling David as Tris's screams rang through the air.

A/N:
Holy crap, Happy New Year! Sorry this is later than usual, but I was up until 3 AM. Whoops! Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, and hooray for it being 2016, and another step closer to Allegiant. :P

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