Chapter 2: Unexpected Twists

AN:Hey. I'm back with another chapter. To those of you who reveiwed, favorited and followed, Thank you so much. I'm really so happy that you guys liked the concept of this story and I promise to do my best to do justice to it.

EDITED: 16/04/16 (PS. Read AN at the end)

Disclaimer: I don't own Divergent. All rights go to Veronica Roth.

Expensive Measures

"Hello, is this Ms. Prior speaking?" a monotone voice said as soon as Tris picked up.

"The one and only." Tris replied, balancing her phone between her ear and her shoulder blade so she could make herself some coffee.

"Hi, I'm Ms. Tori Wu's assistant. She said she'll like to meet up with you."

"Oh. Oh okay." Tris said, placing the mug on the counter. "Where does she want to meet up?"

"There's a bar on 24th Street, 5th Avenue called Good Times At Davey Wayne's. Tori told you to be there at 7, tomorrow."

"Wait, a bar?" Tris questioned.

"Yeah. She doesn't just go out for drinks with anyone, you know."

"Okay. Yeah, I'll make sure to clear my calendar up. Thank you…umm…"

"Andrea. I'm Andrea, Ms. Wu's assistant."

"Right. Thank you Andrea."

"Who was that?" Christina said, suddenly.

"Fuck!" Tris exclaimed, "I forgot I gave you my house key. It's just weird to see you waltz in." Christina gave her a perplexed look and dropped her handbag on the couch.

"So, who was it?"

"Tori's assistant. Said Tori wants to meet up.", Tris said expectantly, raising an eyebrow at Christina.

"So, you want me to cover for you." Christina stated.

"Chris, the new guy you're dad just appointed has been swarming me with paralegal work. I want you to help me finish it."

"Who? The fifth year associate?" Christina asked as Tris nodded. "You've worked at Kang Kravitz for six years. Tell him to fuck off and do his own homework."

"While, I would like nothing else, your dad personally requested me to play nice. Apparently he's some hot shot from Harvard who was very hard to rope in."

"Uhhh… Dad can be such a pain in the ass sometimes. Fine. I'll help you with your work, but you owe me big time."

"Okay. We can start right now. I have some Mac and Cheese in the oven. Eat something. We might be up for a while."

"Oh and uh… I might have burnt them a bit…" Tris said shrugging when Christina opened up the oven and had a coughing fit.

"A bit? I'm ordering pizza." Christina declared, dumping the burnt food in the bin.

Christina sighed.

The things she did for her best friend…

"Hey!" Tori exclaimed when she saw Tris walk in.

"Hi! It's nice to see you. Wow, this place is fancy!"

"I know right! So I wanna get straight into business, sweetheart."

"Fine by me." Tris agreed, ordering herself a margarita.

"After a lot of research, I found the best guy for the job."

"I'm sensing a 'but' ?" Tris prompted looking at Tori's varied expression.

"There is a huge 'but'. He's not in this business."

"What?" Tris asked confused.

"See, he was like my assistant. Not like, getting coffee everyday and fixing appointments type. He was more like… an intern. He knows everything which goes on here. I love him like my own son. He even has own business now. He's a huge event planner himself." Tori said, beaming with pride.

"So why the hell would he want to do this?" Tris asked, stopping Tori from going on about him.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. But I'll put in a few good words about you and he can be persuaded. Convince him. He's a nice man at heart. Your intentions are pure and I think he wouldn't mind to help. Besides, he's getting big money, fast."

"Wait, big money, fast? How much will this cost?" Tris asked, worried. She wants to get Peter back but most definitely does not want to end up broke.

"We'll work that out later. But I have one main thing. It's a rule he will never cross. You might sabotage the whole plan if you cross this line." Tori warned, leaning in close and Tris leaned in, in response.

"He will not have sex with you, got it?" Tori informed gruffly.

"What? I can't believe you're… Why would you even think that?" Tris spluttered.

"I just had to be sure, Tris. He can change you're mind. He's just that kind of guy." Tori said with a smirk.

"Oh, that hot, huh?", Tris said, looking at Tori with a dazed expression.

"Oh girl, you have no idea!" Tori whispers and laughs. "Ooh, he's here." Tori said and grinned at the guy who just entered the bar.

Tris trained her eyes on the man who just walked in. Her eyes widened, not for the reasons Tori mentioned though.

"Tori, is that the guy?" Tris said, hiding her face.

"Yeah, why? What happened? Too hot?" Tori asked.

"What? No! That's Peter's best friend. He's probably Peter's best man! He can't know I'm here. He just can't! Oh, this is awful." Tris mumbled as Tori apologised profusely. When he came closer to them Tori just looked at Tri and said, "Well, he it goes."

"Tori!" he greeted her with a huge smile on his face and hugged her. His eyes widened slightly as he looked to her.

"Tris." He stated and tried to muster up a smile.

"Tobias." Tris greeted and looked around awkwardly, rubbing her bare arms.

"Hey, I … umm… I'm sorry." At her confused expression, he continued, " I know the break up must have been hard… and this… it must be difficult. I know you loved him. I'm sorry for what happened to you."

Tris wanted to be offended at first and then she looked at him. He looked so genuinely sorry and so she just thanked him with a smile.

"So, you guys know each, huh?" Tori said, trying to break the tension.

"Oh yeah." Tobias said.

"We were childhood friends." He said the same time Tris said "My ex-boyfriend's best friend."

Tori raised an eyebrow at me. Tris shrugged.

"Why'd you call me here, Tori? You said you had something for me." Tobias said, now tense.

"Yeah, I did… I just… Now that I think about it… It's stu-… It's… It's perfect!" Tori suddenly exclaimed, after brainstorming for a bit. Tris looked alarmed.

"It's actually a favour. Tris wanted your help." Tori said and pointed to the blonde who was now terrified.

"No! Tori… I told you… No! It's nothing…" Tris said looking from Tori to Tobias.

"No, Tris. This could actually work out. Just tell him." She said, looking Tris in eye. "Well, I'm getting late for my date. I'll leave you two to it." she said to them both, discreetly winking at Tris before leaving.

They both quietly watched Tori's retreating form. Tobias cleared his throat.

"You don't have to tell me. I get that it might be hard to trust me right now or to even use my help but if Tori thinks that I can help you then she's probably right. So, it's up to you, okay?"

"Yeah, it's not about that. She might be right but I don't know… I don't want to talk about this at a bar, you know what I mean?" Tris reasoned, as he nodded.

"Oh yeah. Yeah, I get it. We can talk somewhere else. How about my place?"

"I was just informed that you don't do sex." Tris teased with a small smile.

"I don't but I do make exceptions once in a while." He humoured her.

At her slightly alarmed expression, he laughed and said, "Oh come on. We have a lot to catch up on. Besides, I'll make you dinner."

Again, Tris looked slightly alarmed at his offer, to which he laughed again. "I'm surprising good, to be honest."

"Okay." Tris agreed and smiled.

As Tobias, expertly chopped up all the vegetables for whatever he was planning to make, Tris was steeped in thought about whether she should trust him or not. She wondered what made Tori suddenly change her mind. She was grasping at all the facts and she could only see this plan of hers to turn out to be disaster.

She glanced at Tobias, he julienning some ginger when he suddenly winced.

"You idiot!" Tris snapped, and grabbed his hand. There was a long cut on his pointer finger.

She was literally man handling him. She led him by his finger to the sink, washing the blood off and then grabbing cloth and a band aid, using his instructions as a guide.

While Tris was caring for him, Tobias found it equally sweet and amusing. By the time she was done, he was grinning widely. She scowled at him which only made his grin wider.

"Tris", he tugged on her arm, gently, "It's just a cut. I'm not gonna die because of it."

"Yeah, I know. Forgive me for helping you." Tris deadpanned.

"Thank you." Tobias muttered, while getting back to his dinner preparations.

"And, technically Khal Drogo did die of a cut. A bacterial infection, to be exact." She said, with a smirk on her face.

"Carl who?" Tobias asked, stopping his work.

"You're … Oh, Come on!... You're kidding me!" Tris exclaimed. "You have got to be kidding me! You don't who Khal Drogo is? Have you been living under a rock and therefore unaware of a phenomenon called "Game of Thrones"?" Tris was getting way too emotional, flailing her arms and literally shouting.

"Oh, Game of Thrones. Yeah, I've like heard about it. It's some TV show, right?" Tobias said casually, unaware of Tris's obsession over the show.

"Some TV show?! Do you even live in the 20th Century?"

"We're in the 21st."

"What?"

"The century we live in. It's the 21st century."

"Yeah. Yeah, I knew that. I thought I had said that." Tris mumbled. "But… That's not the point. The point is that you've never watched even like one episode of the best…"

"Okay, okay." Tobias said, raising his hands in surrender, his face breaking out into another grin. "I'm playing with you. Of course I've seen Game of Thrones. All Men Must Die."

"I knew it! Because you're like a TV show fan. You've seen Breaking Bad, Walking Dead and all that. That's why I confidently made that reference. I knew you'd like smile or something. I knew you were faking it."

"No you didn't because I'm an expert actor. And, if you wanted me to smile, just ask babe. You don't have to go through with the trouble of trying to be relatable and all." He said as Tris smacked his head. He groaned and then glowered at her. Tris grinned back. She then smelled something strange and so sniffed. Both their eyes widened and Tobias rushed to get the food out of the oven.

"Great! Now you burnt it. This is just great." Tris grumbled.

"I'm sorry. My oven doesn't make noises and all. The light just changes and I totally forgot about it."

"You know, I find it hard to believe that you're surprisingly good. First you cut your finger and now you burnt… that. What is that anyway?" Tris asked confused, looking at the charred roll which was on the table.

"I was making a casserole."

"Ooh fancy. Trying to impress me, huh?" Tris teased as Tobias snorted.

"Well I would have been if you had actually made it. But looks like there's nothing more that just your word to defend your cooking skills."

"No, I actually have a lot more. You know what makes a chef, a good one?"

When Tris opened her mouth to spit out a snarky remark, he held his hand up and said, "Don't answer that."

"It's his scars." He finished and Tris got a rough idea of what he meant.

"You're on Eaton. Well, I'll go first." Tris said and held out her right hand to show her recent scar.

"Damn, that's bad. How'd you get that bad boy?"

"Well I fought a grill, and the grill won. Not my best moment."

"Why'd you fight a grill. The grill always wins. That proves your inefficiency Prior."

"Guys dig it though. Totally love burn hands."

"Yeah right, they do. Well check this out." Tobias said and showed his wrist. "First time I broke down a pig when I was 17. Five stitches."

"Five?" Tris questioned and giggled. "That's adorable."

"I wasn't asking your opinion but fine." Tobias shrugged as Tris gushed about how cute that was.

"Look, a deli slicer nearly took my whole thumb off." She said and showed her thumb, rubbing the area where she got 12 stitches.

"Alright, it's getting tough. Oh yeah, look at this. Second degree burn, making caramel." Tobias said while Tris hissed at the mark.

"But that's your own fault though."

"I know."

"Yeah, homemade is the best." Tris lied, "Good on you for trying."

"Never again." Tobias said, shaking his head.

Tris showed the back of her hand, "Julienning shallots."

"Oh, now who's the idiot." Tobias said, echoing her previous words.

"Well," Tobias started and pulled the front of his shirt, "Julien, ex girlfriend. She got me. Right there."

Tris looked at the gash and smirked.

"Julien. Yeah, I see what you did there."

"I know. It's good."

"Yeah, it's good. Whoever she was, you probably deserved it."

"Ouch. That's rude. Are you always this rude?"

"Always." Tris said and they both laughed.

"Well, since the dinner plans are clearly foiled, I should head home." She said glancing at her watch. It was 8:30 and her stomach was rumbling.

"Hey, what kind of a gentleman am I if I invite a girl over for dinner and let her leave starving?"

"Who says you're a gentleman?" Tris argued, with a smile.

"How about I clean up this mess, while you order some pizza? Sound good?" he asked ignoring her previous comment.

"Okay." She said and smiled.

"So, we splitting the bill in half or are you gonna pay?" Tobias asked once he returned.

"Seriously?" Tris looked over at him incredulously and scowled.

"Oh relax, I'll pay. Wipe that scowl off of your face. You look terrible with it."

"Good, I was hoping you'll pay because we're getting sushi." Tris innocently smiled while Tobias huffed.

"So, what happened next?" Tris asked, wiping her tears, while Tobias continued to laugh.

"Nothing much. She just looked mortified and threw her drink on me and left."

"Wow, you really know how to make your dates unforgettable." Tris said filling herself another glass of wine.

"Well, Zeke knows how to pick 'em."

"So, this was nice." Tris finally admitted as Tobias smiled back.

"Yeah it was."

"You've changed a lot since when we were 14." Tris mumbled.

"So have you." Tobias replied, taking a sip of whatever was in his glass.

"Life tends to do that, yeah?"

"Yeah."

A comfortable silence settled over the two of them. Tris had genuinely enjoyed the dinner. They talked a lot and drank a lot wine. She felt herself laughing more, smiling more. She felt like she got back the childhood friend who she lost when they were 14.

"My, would you look at the time. It's 11. I have to get going. Christina would probably be freaking out now." Tris nodded.

"Yeah, you can go, though you never really did tell me why you were here."

"How about we save that for later? Let's not ruin the moment." Tris said as Tobias nodded,

It wasn't about whether she trusted him or not. She just didn't want to bring him into this mess. And besides, he seemed well settled. He had got a kickass apartment, a car and he seemed well off. He didn't need to pose as her boyfriend for money.

While Tobias cleaned up, Tris quietly helped him much to his annoyance. Once they were done, they both stood on either sides of the counter, pleasantly engaging themselves in another conversation which seemed far from ending.

"So, you've never cried for any other movie other than Lion king? That's ridiculous."

"It's not. I was young and vulnerable and it got to me. But now, I don't cry at all for movies."

"Okay. How about The Fault in Our Stars?"

"Nah, it was a bit unrelatable."

"Inside out?"

"No. It cute but it was slightly overrated."

"Guardians of the Galaxy?"

"No! Why would you cry for that?"

"Oh, Come on! The 'We are Groot' part got me bawling!"

"Nope."

"Let's move onto classics. Titanic?"

"Nah, too cheesy."

"The Notebook?"

"Too Corny."

"Up?"

"What's 'Up'?"

"You haven't seen Up? That's definitely making you cry. You know what, we're watching it right now." Tris said without thinking, and Tobias was more than happy to accept.

"Damn. I can't believe an animated movie got me again." Tobias whined as he took a swig of whisky.

"Oh, wait till you see Big Hero 6. Do you wanna watch it now?"

"No, that's enough crying for one night."

"You don't have anything stronger?" Tris asked, chugging her own can of beer.

"No. I just I feel like I cried only because I could relate to that movie, you know?" he said looking at her.

"How do you relate to it?" Tris asked as Tobias shook his head.

Tris laid her head on his shoulder, and he put an arm around her. It wasn't a very intimate gesture, it was one of assurance and Tobias needed just that. Tris quickly retracted her head from his chest and announced, "Well, let's drink to forget about our sorrows, yeah?"

Tris woke with a content sigh. She felt tired and her head was slightly throbbing. She opened her eyes and immediately closed them, appalled by the bright light streaming in. She tried again, slowly blinking and finally adjusting to the lights. She stretched but stopped when she felt something warm on her stomach. She woke up with a jolt, effectively waking the man next to her. She covered herself up with the white sheets and widened her eyes.

She was butt naked in a place which wasn't hers with an equally naked man. She then remembered who the naked man could possibly be. She cussed and looked at Tobias who was staring at her equally confused.

"Oh fuck, we had sex, didn't we?" Tobias moaned as Tris nodded, equally mortified.

AN: Ohhhh… Well this throws a spanner into the works. Fair warning to those of you who have read this before, the next two or three chapters are going to be completely new and something you probably haven't read. Let's just be open to new stuff, yeah?

Thanks to all those who reviewed and PM'd me. All your ideas and views are being taken into account. A few of you pointed out that you all had been waiting for ages for me to continue the story and their Tour of Brussels. So, I'll tell you what, I'll ty to update really quickly till we reach the Tour Of Brussels and then after that we can work out a schedule where I can update this story and my other one 'Living Life to the Fullest'.

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