A/N: Wow, thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! We broke 100, which is awesome. :D After the suspense from the cliffhanger, you all may just kill us when you find out who's with Tris. Or laugh. Either way, hope you enjoy!

***Tobias's POV***

"Uriah?" I ask him.

His dark eyes meet mine unabashed. "Four?" he mocks.

I put a hand on the back of my chair. "This is my seat."

He wags a finger at me. "Finders keepers, losers weepers."

I roll my eyes and smack him upside the head. He yipes in protest and rushes to get up. He gestures to the chair and bows down as I sit.

"This chair is for you, sir," he says, winking at Tris.

She laughs and then cuts it short upon seeing my face. I take a bite of my food, hoping he'll get the message to back off and leave us alone. He doesn't, of course.

"Tobias, Uriah was just asking if we wanted to do something with him," Tris says.

"What?"

Uriah smiles at my short temper and bites his bottom lip with anticipation of what he's going to say next. He's practically beaming in his yellow t-shirt that makes him look like the sun. His white teeth flash against his dark bronze skin, which only reinforces the sun comparison.

He leans in closer, sitting on the back of his heels. "You know how the ferris wheel's closed and under construction? I say we climb it for the fireworks tonight. It'll have a spectacular view!" He flings out his arm to the sky and looks at the ceiling as though he can see bursts of light popping already.

"What do you say?" Tris asks me hopefully.

I shrug. "I'm not your parent, but remember that Caleb is here. It would be really dangerous to go on a ride that tall that's being fixed for a reason."

She gives me a pleading look. "Please? I'm not going unless you are."

I almost consider saying no just to get Tris away from Uriah. He may technically be engaged now, but that doesn't mean that he will stop flirting with Tris. The look on her face convinces me otherwise. We're going to get our jobs within two weeks, and we need to have some fun and let loose. I tell myself that Uriah will keep us safe.

"Alright, alright, fine. Just let me finish my pasta," I say.

Uriah laughs at me. "Pasta? I could really go for some fried chicken…" he gets a wistful look in his eyes and I can't help but smile at him along with Tris.

I eat my pasta as fast as I can without making myself sick, leave a nice tip, and go to pay for our food. Tris starts to protest, but I refuse to let her pay. She huffs stubbornly but lets it go.

We follow Uriah to the back of the pier, where he guides us to some restricted section. Construction equipment lays on the ground, abandoned for the day. The sky is a deep cobalt blue. Uriah grabs onto a piece of metal on the giant wheel, and it groans in protest. I almost follow suit, thinking of all the ways I could die from this. Then there's Tris, who seems completely unfazed as she follows him.

Unlike with the rock wall, there are no harnesses here. I don't feel safer at all with Uriah here, but I fight the sick feeling in my stomach that appeared right before the last cornfield party. I keep swearing I can see people around us, but know it's simply my mind trying to play tricks on me. I don't need to go to jail for climbing a ferris wheel.

I grab onto the ferris wheel and start to climb, which is much easier said than done. With each step I take, my feet get heavier and refuse to move. My hands shake uncontrollably and I have to keep them from sweating too badly, or else I may fall.

I can already feel the vertigo setting in as I get higher and higher. My head is spinning and all I can see is the ground of which I will soon be headed for. Uriah laughs at something Tris said, but I can't hear them over the ringing in my ears.

Tris slips and my eyes see black around the edges, filtering her and only her through. I grab onto her to help her keep steady, and when I come back to reality, my hand is sitting precariously on her hip. She blushes so deep I can see it through the moon's light.

I pull back quickly and keep climbing, forcing her to continue as if nothing had happened, too. The spark of energy that coursed through me when that happened wasn't adrenaline, though. It was some kind of deeper feeling.

The wind is flapping against us unforgivingly. The altitude is much different from being safely on the ground. Uriah stops and I almost collide with him and Tris before I realize that we've reached the top. I can't believe it, I made it!

Tris swings her legs over the bar and allows me to sit beside her, a bar is also behind our heads, creating a nice seat for us. She grabs my hand and gives me a smile of congratulations. Uriah stares at the sky whereas Tris stares at the ground at all the people. I don't risk looking down, not even to search for Caleb or Susan.

A light beside me causes my head to jerk in Tris's direction to my right. Her phone is lit up with a text.

"Christina just texted me. She wanted to make sure I was alright after the fire."

"I'm glad she made it out," I whisper.

Uriah jumps into the conversation. "Oh, yeah! That was super crazy, right? I got Chris and Marlene out of there, though!"

Tris looks worried when she asks, "What about Will?"

Uriah frowns. "Oh, right, he got out too. I'm sure you know who the real hero is, though."

Tris smacks his arm very lightly so that he doesn't topple over to his death and gives him a smirk. What Uriah says brings up the memories of Peter and Lauren and Eric and Tris…

I glance down, which is a very bad idea. The height makes me feel woozy and forces my blood to run out of my head. I can feel myself getting pale and have to close my eyes. A loud pop makes me pry them open again.

A beautiful blue firework crackles and sizzles above us. If the show was any closer, the embers could land on us with ease. I don't realize it until Tris jerks, but the firework brings up memories of the cornfield fire. The panic and fear is so much more different from now. The fear is still here for me, but I feel at ease knowing that Tris is with me.

I squeeze her hand reassuringly and scoot closer to her. She leans into me and closes her eyes. The next firework comes, and then another, faster this time. The space between each explosion grows shorter until the middle of the show when all of them break loose in a false ending. It's during this time that things get bad.

Uriah raises his arms in appreciation since he cannot clap and give our location away. He slips and corrects himself, but in the split second that I look down in reaction to him, I see them. The people weren't from my imagination; they were real.

The boy with orange hair is climbing up, and my eyes lock with his. Before I can even grab Tris's wrist and tell her we have to move, something has clamped down on my hand. A firework goes off and reveals a girl.

She has dark hair and, from the looks of it, is tall. Her arms bulge with muscles and she is ugly, to put it candidly. She gives me a wicked grin and pulls hard on my arm. My knee-jerk reaction is to grab onto Tris's hand, but I fight against the urge and let myself be pulled down. My stomach hits a lower bar and knocks the wind out of me. I struggle to breathe and grab onto the cold metal rod. I try to call out to Tris, but have lost my voice.

She is slammed down next to me, but I am able to grab her arm just in time. Her side hits the rod and she takes in a sharp breath of pain. I don't hear much of a crack or thud as she lands, but I can assume there will be a nasty bruise there tomorrow.

If we make it out of this alive, that is.

Uriah and the girl fight and I can hear our waiter yell out, "Molly, get down!"

He's near the bottom and has somehow gotten the ferris wheel to start moving. Tris and I are pulled up while Molly smirks at us. Uriah holds on for dear life as it drags us closer to the ground. I hold onto Tris's waist, crushing her to my side. Her small form wheezes as the side that hit the pole has pressure applied to it.

We each hold on until we come closer to the bottom. The crowd on the pier couldn't hear us over the fireworks, but the moving ferris wheel is kind of a dead giveaway that something's up. Most people here know that it's under construction, thanks to the man at the front gates.

I manage to swing us off the bottom and save our bodies from being crushed by the metal. Guards can be heard rushing towards us, and as I turn I see both Molly and Uriah have made it off safely. While I'm not happy that Molly is able to continue attacking us, I don't want Tris having to see anything traumatic anymore.

"What the hell? What are you guys doing?" Uriah asks Molly and the boy.

They move to stand closer together, almost like magnets. "You two," they boy points to Tris and I, "Almost killed Eric. And he might as well be a part of it!" He points to Uriah.

I gulp. "Almost?" I whisper.

Molly sneers. "That's right, almost. He's got third degree burns on almost all of his body, but the doctors say that he may make it. In a month tops, if he hasn't gotten to you, then we will."

Uriah paces back and forth, causing the waiter to pull out a gun and point it at him. Uriah lifts up his hands and gives him wide eyes.

"Chill, bro, I'm just walking. I have a question, though. Why are you helping Eric?" he asks.

Molly pauses. "We knew him and Peter a few years back. Drew and I got married, and decided that we should look for them again. Peter, surprisingly, turned us down when we first found him a few weeks ago. He said he had Eric now. You can see how that went for him." She laughs hysterically.

Drew chortles with her. "Eric's our friend. You hurt him, we hurt you. Capiche?"

We can't have yet another group of people wanting to hurt us. Especially not a week before our wedding. I have to think of a way to get out of this. I have to think…

It comes to me in the form of Caleb.

"Stay away from my sister!" he yells at them, coming up to stand in front of Tris with me. Susan can just barely be seen hiding behind the control panel for the ferris wheel. It makes sense now, how Drew got the ferris wheel to working. He's not all that intelligent, especially if Peter was able to order him around, but if he had instructions from someone quite smart…

"You know he's using you, right? Eric's mad because he wanted Tris here," I step ever so slightly to reveal her in all of her defiance. I step back to cover her anger at them. "Peter's girlfriend is the one who threw him in the fire, and it was an accident. Eric's the one that started the fire in the first place. Peter let you guys go, who's to say Eric won't do the same after you kill us?"

It's a long-shot, I know, but if they truly care about having Eric on their side, then this should be a good enough start.

"It's true," Uriah agrees.

Drew's finger slips slightly, a sign of his mistrust in both us and Eric. Perfect.

"Eric wouldn't do that," he says.

"Yeah, he needs us!" Molly interjects.

"He won't need you forever," Caleb says.

The two glance at each other. I go in for the kill.

"You two have each other, and that's all you need. You don't need Eric, and he doesn't need you. He may not even make it…" I let my voice trail off and the possibilities roll through their heads. I watch as the information slowly processes and churns. They're eyes spark.

Drew's hand wobbles on the gun until he puts it away. The two run off, but Molly keeps looking behind to see what we're doing. I decide that I never want to come back to Navy Pier if it means psychopaths working for an injured psychopath spy on us and pull guns.

Caleb grabs hold of Susan and Uriah mentions going back home. A thought occurs to me.

"Where's Marlene, Uriah?" I ask.

He turns back to me. "She didn't want to come; her and her friend, Lynn, were having a sleepover."

With that he leaves. We decide to meet back up at the Jeep after ten minutes of some "alone time" to talk about what just happened. Caleb and Susan leave us for their time to talk with each other, Susan looking pale and startled. She reminds me of the way old-fashioned women act, like ladies. Tris is different, stronger. I like her for that.

I open my mouth to speak at the same time as her, and we both motion for the other to speak at the same time. We laugh to break the tension and she unexpectedly flings her arms around me. I hug her back almost instantaneously.

Her phone buzzes and she answers it before even looking at the caller ID, saying it's probably her parents or Christina. I check my own phone to see the time is nine.

"Yes…" Tris says slowly into her phone. "Who's this?"

I tense up and give her a questioning look, which she brushes off.

"Oh," she says.

Her face contorts into a twisted mask of pain, happiness, and guilt all at the same time.

"Th-thanks for telling me."

Her ear stays to the phone a few seconds more as the person on the other end responds, and then she taps the phone off. She gives me a big hug again, her face buried in my chest and her breathing labored. Her eyes threaten to spill tears, but then she suddenly builds up the right emotions to speak.

"That was Peter. Eric's dead."

My mouth goes dry. "He didn't kill him… did he?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "He was taken off of life-support today. He's dead."

A/N: Eric's actually dead this time, we promise on Dauntless cake! :)

Question of the Chapter: Is there anybody else who thought Molly and Drew were a couple? Anybody that maybe liked their characters? (We didn't like them, just wondered since some people like Peter and Eric.)