Chapter 6: (Tris) New
I waltz into work with the largest grin on my face and I feel on top of the world. I had almost forgotten about the case when Eric approaches me about it suddenly.
"Oh, I don't have any new information for you Detective Samuels. I'm sorry," I tell him apologetically.
He chuckles darkly and his eyes frighten me. "That's okay, Tris. Can I call you Tris?" He sets a tattooed arm on my shoulder.
I shake it off immediately. "Um, it'd probably be best if we weren't on a first-named basis." I say awkwardly.
His head cocks up and his eyes glide over to Four who is protectively glaring at Eric from behind his desk.
I struggle to prevent the giggle from rising in my throat.
He clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him and from Four. "I'd like to take you out sometime, Tris. I could show you a good time. Unlike little Daddy Issues over there." He whispers the last part and laughs to himself.
"No, I don't believe you could show me a good time. I can and will report you if you don't leave Detective Four, myself or any of my friends in the department alone. I am not interested" I turn on my heel and stomp away from the idiot.
I finally get time to talk to Four privately but we're in a janitor's closet so it's pretty sketchy.
We are standing about six inches apart so I try to take a step back but I end up putting my foot in a mop bucket and the rest of me falls in.
"Tris, we have to be quiet. No one knows we're in here," he says between laughs.
I try to laugh quieter but that just makes me laugh more.
I barely see Four's eyebrows rise. The candle light isn't very bright, but I see his face.
I look down and realize my white blouse I decided to wear today is drenched and completely see-through revealing the little black bra I have on.
I blush profusely and put my head on my knees.
Four uncovers my hands from my eyes and places them in his. He looks into my eyes and says firmly, "Tris I'm not that kind of guy. I didn't mean to stare, you're just," he pauses but then continues softly," So beautiful."
I feel the hot blood rushing to my cheeks.
He leans in and presses his forehead to mine. I am somewhat disappointed because although this feels nice, it's not what I wanted him to do.
I place my wet hands on his jaw and gently press my lips to his.
I pull back to see if he has accepted my gesture, but before I know it, my mouth finds his again.
Kissing him is like plugging something into an outlet. The feeling that charges through me is something I could never get used to. And I don't want to.
Squeaky footsteps interrupt our kisses and Four pushes the bucket I am still sitting in behind a tool shelf.
I hear the doorknob turn and I see a triangle of light show through the closet. The tip of it hits my face.
"Oh, sorry Detective Four. I just need some paper towels. I spilled something…" Christina. She continues to surprise me with her clumsiness.
I try to reach my feet to the ground so I can roll myself out from behind the shelf, but I end up falling out of the bucket and spilling water everywhere.
"Tris?" Christina asks and then chuckles while leaving with her paper towels and shutting the door behind her.
Four helps me up. We clean up the mess together and by the time we are done splashing each other, we are both soaked.
"Here," he whispers while places his CPD coat over me. "Wouldn't want anyone else seeing my girl in this shirt." He laughs but stops abruptly realizing he might have just spoken for me.
"No, I guess we wouldn't want that," I reassure him and kiss him once more.
His white teeth are shining in this dark room. I place my hand in his because I have the urge to hold it. It feels odd, but not uncomfortable. I've never held a boy's hand before. But Four-Tobias is a man. And his rough hand on mine makes me feel safe. He makes me feel brave.
Work drags. We haven't had any new cases simply because they only assign us the largest of them. I could go after some of the simple ones, but I still get paid the same amount so why bother.
I find myself in the weaponry room and I collect the ammunition and my favorite gun.
I am not alone in the room, like I had hoped, but I am not too disappointed to find Tobias here.
I sneak up behind him, fully knowing he is holding a loaded gun. I've learned that if you don't take risks, nothing is worth it.
He must feel my hands around his eyes because he roughly grabs them before he spins around to discover his attacker.
I smile innocently at him.
He relaxes and pulls me in for a hug. "I'm going to take you on a real date." His breath tickles my ear as his velvety voice speaks.
I leave work feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. I guess this is what it's like to be in love. I'm in love with Tobias. I've never felt this way about anyone before. It is a new feeling. I've been on dates and I have liked a boy, but I have never told someone I loved them. And I think I might be ready.
Okay I know sorry. Another short chapter. I'm in a writing mood though so maybe I'll post another one later tonight. We'll see. I absolutely love your reviews and it makes me so happy that people actually enjoy my story! I never thought I would hit a thousand views but I'm past that now and it's crazy! Thank you so much!
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