ALL RIGHTS TO VERONICA ROTH…I OWN NOTHING

"It's probably time for me to pull out my winter jacket."I tell myself.

I'm in my office looking out across the city. The clouds are getting thicker and grey. I know winter is almost here and they are usually pretty harsh around these parts. I wonder what Beatrice would be in the winter. Would she run around and play in it, or would she beg to be inside, warm and close to me. I shake my head. I can't keep doing this to myself. I have to heal and I'm never going to happen like this.

The door opens and in walks my assistant Karen. She crosses the room and places a lump of papers on my desk.

" What's this?" I ask, turning my chair back towards the desk.

" These are the reports you ask for." She says, folding her hands. " The ones from the outer cities."

I nod quickly, " oh yes. Yes. Thank you Karen!"

She flashes me a smile. She's a nice woman. Maybe early twenties, I have never really asked. She's not unattractive, but I don't look of her that way. She always makes sure that she smiles at me and sways on her way out of my office. She is certainly nice but I honestly just don't care about such things. Once when Zeke stopped by he tried to convince to ask her out for a drink. I know he was only trying to help me but I'm in no way ready for anything to outright bold.

I start flipping through my paperwork. It is mostly just nonsense. Revolts on the brink. Cities that have reconstructed. The proposal for new cities to go under.

Some days I regret making the turn into politics. I push back in my seat and put my hands to my face. I'm so tired. I sleep fine but yesterday took a lot out of me. Even now, remembering the zip line makes me want to vomit. I rub my hands over my face roughly. It hurts but it gives me just that extra push I need right now.

I push most of the paperwork aside into piles by city. At the bottom of the stack sits a yellow sealed envelope. I look and there is no address. Curious, i open it, finding a red piece of paper first.

Four,

You've been lied to.

-A friend

I rise slowly. " KAREN!" I cry out. " KAREN, GET IN HERE!"

A moment later Karen flies the door open, " What?! What's wrong?" she asks in haste.

" Where did this come from?" I ask her holding up the folder.

" There's no address. How did this get delivered?" I add forcefully.

" It all came together!" she says, sounding a little rattled. " It all arrived in the information you asked for from the bureau files."

" Oh." I say looking down at it, " alright then. That'll be all." I wave my hand and she leaves hesitantly.

I reach in and pull out the rest of the paper in the envelope. It's copies of documents. They are slightly blurry which makes me think they were made by someone who didn't care, or someone who was in a hurry. They appear to be financial documents. The letterhead is from the new bureau headquarters. I flip through and see that there are over 50 pages here. Sitting back in my chair I look over the first page. What I wouldn't give for some hot herbal grass flavored piss water right now, I think, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

It's now 10 at night and everyone has gone home. I've been over these documents several times. I have no idea what this is about. Everything seems to check out and make sense. There are funds for events, for food, for deliveries. I can even tell the abbreviated names now. "CH" is Chicago, " MW" is Milwaukee, and " BF" for Buffalo. I am too tired for this but I continue on. I run my finger down the page, trying to make sure I'm not missing anything. When I see it. It's barely there, but I see it. There is a small mark made next to one of the entries. It's listed next to a city I don't recognize.

BH – D1-Remnant recurrent funds $500,000.

" Well, " I say, running my hands through my hair, " What do we have here my friend?"

I stop. Friend. Four. This person knows me. Anyone can end a letter with friend. But there aren't many people who know me as Four. Who has access to something like this?

I start to rattle though people from dauntless who would have access to this type of information.

" Cara? No. Cara is working for that gym they opened in the city. " I scratch my head. " Zeke? He does work for the city. But he wouldn't keep something from me. And why like this when he could just tell me himself. Christina? Well she did say she had a new job."

I sit back and stare out my window. " Peter used the memory serum, so he's out. Matthew works for the bureau. But he's been a loyal friend, even if we don't see each other much. Amar. Caleb."

I sigh heavily. I gather all my papers and turn off my light. Going home will help clear my head.

When I walk in, I drop my keys on the table next to Beatrice's urn. As I pass it I graze the top with my fingers. " Hey you. " I tell her, looking up to the picture. I smile at her and try to remember her kiss. I know what it looks like, but I can't feet it anymore.

I pour over the paper for days. I use all my resources and try to pry out what D1 in BH could stand for. Trying not to make waves as I do it. Unfortunately no one seems the wiser about it. I sit on my couch reading the paper on a Saturday afternoon. I'm trying to do my best to keep myself busy. I'm brought out of my daze by a heavy knock on the door. As I approach it I see a little red sheet of paper slide under the door. The same red paper the note was on with the documents. Before I pick it up I pull my door open.

Nothing but a blank empty hallway! I look up and down and see nothing. No one.

" Hello?" I call I take a few steps down the left end of the hall. "HELLO" I call louder, " IS SOMEONE THERE? YOU CAN JUST TELL ME TO MY FACE YOU KNOW?"

I turn on my heel and come face to face with a very large wide man. My heart leaps to my throat at the startle of it. Falling into my Dauntless ways, my elbow comes up to protect my face.

" Oh!" I yelp, immediately recognizing my neighbor John Matchkiss. " Hello Mr. Matchkiss!"

He's an odd fellow, who keeps to him self. But he certainly isn't the deliveryman.

" Enough with the yelling!" he says sternly, and then walks back to his door, watching me as he enters and shuts the door.

I give one quick glance around and head back to my apartment. Bending down, I pick up the paper before shutting and locking my door. Opening the creased paper I see a few lines scribbled.

Four,

You need to know the truth.

Can't you hear her?

Be brave.

-Your saving grace

I shudder. Can't you hear her? I grab my envelope and my letter and head out the door.

It takes me all of twenty minutes to get to Zeke's home. I bang heavily on the door continuously. Finally he swings it open, dripping wet.

" Sorry I was in the shower!" he says, slightly out of breath, Wwhat seems to be the trouble?"

I push past him. Apologizing for the intrusion. He has a modest apartment. But it's rather large, too large for my taste. Zeke excuses himself and returns moments later, dressed but his head still drips a bit.

" Alright!" he says sitting across from me. My legs are shaking and I keep folding my hands into each other. " You have to calm down for a second. And tell me everything. "

I start at the beginning. I retell the hours spent going over the financial documents. As I hand him the last red letter I feel my face get pink and warm. It tugs at something deep within me and I cannot quite hold it in place.

Zeke sits silent for a while. Going back and forth between the papers. His lips are pursed and he has a wrinkle between his brows. Finally he speaks up, " They call you Four." Flicking his eyes to me.

" Exactly!" I jump, " The amount of people who know me as that is dwindling. " I point out.

Zeke gets up and goes to his fridge. He returns with two brown glass bottles of beer. He opens them and hands one to me. He takes a heavy swig and gulps it quickly.

" What are you going to do?" he asks, looking blankly at the floor.

" What I have to!" I say, swirling my bottle in my hand, " I'm thinking Matthew might be able to help. At the very least he might know that code that I don't!"

For a while we stay silent. I watch him and he watches the floor. He clears his throat.

" Can't you hear her?" He says flatly, his voice almost cracks. He turns up to me and his eyes are glistening. " What do you think that is?"

" I don't know" I say. My body feels raw. Like I have no self control right now, " I just don't know."

writer's note: i spent a lot of time going over what characters i was going to use, since i had a few to choose from. my conclusion was to use a basic platform of characters. Basically who you'll find is four,Tris,zeke christina and matthew. While i use a few smaller roles here and there, they are the main characters.