Tris
"At six thirty sharp, my room floods with the sound of my favorite song.
"Put on your war paint
"You are brick tied to me that's dragging me down
Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here it comes, this rising tide
So come on
Put on your war paint
Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope-to-dies
Silver clouds with grey lining
So we can take the world back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart
Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like remix
Then I'll raise you like phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
I sigh as I silently preach to those lyrics. My palm slams down on the off button as I allow my short legs to swing over the side of the bed and pull me off the edge into a crumple on my fluffy rug. I close my eyes and count to ten before rising. I do that so that I have a few seconds to gather myself, relax, and attempt to not stress. Sluggishly, I pull myself to my closet to choose an outfit for my first day of work. After pacing, I finally strut my way to the bathroom wearing black stretch jeans, an oversized burgundy sweater, and a gray combat boots. My blonde hair ends up in two Dutch braids travelling almost half way down my back, accented by a black headband with shimmery silver threads. I skip into the kitchen and grab the strawberry granola cup I premade myself and I snack on it while I make my tea. Just seeing my Tazo chai tea bags warms my heart; tea is one of my favorite things in the world, I drink it constantly, no matter my mood. I drain my mug and frown, deciding to glance at my phone to check the time. 7:21. "Damn it." I run to my Jeep and swing myself into the front seat, hurrying to get to work. Luckily, it doesn't take too long to get the office so I park at 7:47, not bad in my opinion. I walk into the small room dedicated to me and my boys, and I finding them all half asleep lounging and eating like the monstrous men they are. "Hey guys!"
"Hey Trissy, how are you?" Four's brilliant blue eyes encapsulate me and twinkle like a starry night.
"I'm good, how about you?"
"Fantastic, why don't we go grab everyone breakfast, I can tell my boys are getting pissy already." That signature smirk ends his statement and I sigh, no one close enough to hear, thank the lord; why does this keep happening to me? He takes my hand, surprisingly, and leads me to a cafeteria type of place.
"Take anything you'd like, and I'd recommend the chocolate cake, it's literally the best thing you will ever taste." That enveloping smirk and those inviting eyes once again take me hostage.
"For breakfast?" I'm genuinely confused
"The boys and I have it every morning before they run out." I laugh at his casualty. How are they not fat? They must workout so much, and Four's muscles are just… another involuntary sigh escapes my mouth. After my failed efforts to maintain my health, Four and exit with four pieces of chocolate cake, three coffees, and my tea.
"Hey, I have a mission for you guys already; it's kind of a big case and to be honest it's going to be a hard one to crack from what I can tell. The woman who reported it wrote us this letter but other than that we have no evidence, although from what she's telling us, this is a serious case." Caleb says as he's looking down at a file of papers, walking into our office.
"Caleb, what the hell are doing here? I haven't seen you in like three years!" I screech as I run to hug him.
"Beatrice, why are you here?" He asks quietly facing me.
"I trained to be a field agent because I didn't want to go to college and Chris and I decided this was a better idea than the Air Force and now I'm on this team and…" My voice trails off at the end of my blabbering. "But Caleb, why are you even here? Last I heard, you were in Los Angeles, right?" I'm so confused right now.
"Well I graduated college early and I was a team assistant in a LA FBI Headquarters but when they needed someone with experience to move to the Chicago office I volunteered, I've only been here a few months and I'm living in downtown, I just haven't really thought about visiting with everything going on." He seems just like the big brother I remember, unsure of himself, yet still confident. He adjusts his glasses and I laugh.
"Well I'm glad to see you and I guess we'll be working together." I smile from ear to ear.
"So does someone want to fill us in?" Four says in a cute kind of confusion and from Zeke and Uri's faces, I can tell that they are also lost in our conversation.
"Well I guess you guys already know Caleb, but he's my older brother, we're three years apart and the last time I saw him was right before he went off to college in Los Angeles, and now, well, we're here." I smile and gaze into Four's blue eyes of paradise.
"Solid. Now can I hear about our case? I'm dying to know what all of your freaking out is about Caleb." Uriah says and the boys nod along. I turn my head and gaze into Caleb's eyes, telepathically pleading him to show us the case.
"Ok, but I'm just going to let you read the case for yourself. It's really all we have, and I want you guys to gather your own conclusions before I tell you my hunch. Alright?" Caleb seems to give off an impression that the report is nerve-wracking. He sets a few sheets of paper in front of me and I pick them up, preparing to read aloud for the boys huddled behind me to hear. I take a breath and begin.
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