Chapter 8: Unexpected

"I'm scared because I think I might be falling in love with you."

I could shoot myself for saying that. Why isn't he saying anything? He looks so surprised uh. I ruin everything. I look at the moonlight that is shining on his face. I love how the light affects his eyes. They sparkle brighter than the sky.

Finally he speaks, "I'm mad at you."

"Why?" My voice is barely audible because I am on the verge of tears.

I look into his cool blue eyes as he leans in close to my face.

"Because I wanted to be the one to say it first," his voice is gentle and quiet.

This is Tobias, not Four. Four is brave, strong and won't stop until he gets what he wants. Tobias is sweet and caring and kind.

And I love both parts of him.

"I love you Tris."

The next day goes by slowly. The dreamy memory of last night replays in my mind all day. But I need to focus on the case at hand. I might have found a lead.

A man by the name of Peter Williams keeps coming up in the data base but he has no criminal record. Still, there are ways to clear it; changing your name and there are always people you can pay off.

His name has a familiar ring to it but I can't think of where I would know him from.

Peter Williams.

There was a Peter I went to homecoming with back in high school. But that was years ago and his last name wasn't Williams.

It was Matthews. He was the son of that evil woman Jeanine who went to prison for testing different fear serums and simulations on her own children. Peter had one messed up childhood so I took pity on him. He was rather cruel though.

I type Peter Matthews into the search box and several infractions pop up. There are records of robbery, grand theft auto, violence, and public indecency.

I have to look into this. I turn to face Four's desk which is a few feet from mine.

"Four look! Here is the suspect's most recent address. It's not too far from here. Let's go!" I jump.

"I think it would be better if you stayed here," he tells me.

I roll my eyes. "We don't even know if it is him. It's just a feeling," I attempt to persuade him.

"Your feelings are usually right, are they not?" he says raising his eyebrows gesturing to himself.

"Yes I guess they are but that doesn't matter. I'll be fine," I whine.

"Tris, no it's not safe."

"Oh shut up, Mom. You'll be there to protect me," I whisper mockingly.

"No, I'll be going with Zeke and you'll be staying here," he scolds me.

I scoff. "You are not "in charge" of me." I use air quotes to make my point.

"I just want to keep you safe. I need to keep you safe. You're the one thing in my life that I depend on and I just can't lose you, Tris." He tells me as his voice breaks.

I look at the ground.

"Tris. Look at me."

My eyes do not move.

"Beatrice," he calls and my head finally snaps up. I look into his eyes. They always leave me confused.

Why does he care? Why me? Why did he pick me?

"It's because I love every little bit of you," he whispers, reading my thoughts.

"I admire his features that I have beyond memorized. His firm jaw line, his full, round lips, his hooked nose, his eyes. His magical, mysterious, longing eyes. His bushy brows, and last but certainly not last; his hair. I want to run my fingers through it constantly.

I can't take it any longer so I grab his hand under the desk. Our fingers our intertwined. "I am going whether you like it or not. He was my friend, Tobias. Robert was my friend.

We arrive at the house which is in the middle of nowhere. It has a bit of farm land surrounding it and an old water tower nearby.

I knock on the chipped white door three times. "Mr. Williams, this is Detective-"

Four cuts me off, "-Detective Four with the Chicago Police Department."

I shoot him a questioning look.

He whispers, "If it is him, then he would recognize your last name, Tris."

We hear a glass crash to the floor and realize it's time to move in.

"Stay behind me Tris."

"Clear," he states as he and I have searched all of the rooms in the house and found all of them empty.

"Tris, he must have gone out the back door," Tobias says while opening the door. "Look at the tire marks; a motorcycle."

"Can we trace these? They don't look very fresh though. And how come we didn't hear the motor?" I question rapidly, afraid of what the answers must be.

"He's still in the house, Tris."

Dun dun dun... SUPER short chapter I know. I am sorry. I'm kind of hitting a slow point until some action really starts. Be prepared...

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