Tobias

I was amazed how easy that was. Evelyn willfully agreed to come back with us, and Johanna accepted our terms. Now, maybe I can get back soon enough to help Tris cope with the loss of Caleb. I'm not saying that I'm sad that he died, after all he did, but it seems that Tris forgave him and will need a little comforting. I catch myself smiling when I think of Tris. Now that we're all safe, maybe we can finally have a life together. I look up and see Evelyn looking at me, smiling. I reach out and grab her hand. I can just picture this perfect life now.

After a little while of driving, we make it back to the Bureau. I open the doors to get out and my ears quickly fill with the sound of sirens. "What's going on?" I try to yell over the noise, but no one seems to hear me. I figure it must have something to do with the release of the memory serum, and I start to walk over to the entrance, eager to reunite with Tris.

I know that something is wrong as soon as I open the door. Cara is sitting in the lobby, a huge bandage covering half of her head. As soon as she sees me, she comes over to give me a hug. "What's going on?" I ask her. "Where's Tris?"

"I don't know," she replies, "but I haven't heard from her or Caleb since the serum got released." My fists start to clench. That's not a bad thing, right? Tris is probably just mourning Caleb and doesn't want to be disturbed. There's no way that both of them di-. I push the though from my mind and walk away from Cara, not saying a word. Christina tries to ask me whats going on, but I push past her and keep walking. Tris needs me, and I need her.

My heart sinks to my feet as soon as I see him. Caleb is lying next to a closed metal door, sobbing, without a wound in sight. "Where is she?" I growl, my steady walk turning into a full out sprint.

"Tobias! I'm so, so sorry. I ca-can't"

"It's a simple question. Where. Is Tris?"

"In there." He nods his head in the direction of the door. "I can't get it open, and I heard gunshots." Without thinking I whip my gun out of my pocket and aim it at the lock. Caleb dives out of the way as I hear the satisfying click of the door unlocking. I step over him and look into the room.

Blood is everywhere. I skim the walls for Tris, but all I see is a dazed David. Without thinking, I point the gun between his eyes and pull the trigger. Then, my eyes search the room again, but lower this time. There, in the back corner is a tiny body, drenched in blood. "Tris!"

Just like that, time stops. Blood is gushing from her head, never a good sign. I want to run to her, tell her that I'm here and that everything is okay, but I can't. Everything is not okay. Tris was here, alone, while I was taking my sweet time walking over here. I can't look at her, but I can't look away. Tris. My Tris. Curled up in a tiny ball, not moving. I catch a sob in my throat. I can't make any sound. Then, I see her head lift up and look at me. I find the strength I need and sprint towards her, tears blurring my vision. My feet slosh in the puddles of blood that I pass through on my way to get to her. Since when does it take so long to run a couple feet? I need to get to her. I need to help her.