AN: Thanks to those who keep reading and reviewing :) I know a lot of you are wanting more Fourtris, and I'm trying to include as much as possible while realistically covering this mission. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and there's a nice big chunk of Fourtris in the next one!

Chapter 35

Tris stood staring at the selection of evening gowns in front of her. She was dressed in a soft robe so she could get dressed quickly as soon as she had made her choice. Her hair and makeup were already done, thanks to a trip to a salon in Lausanne that afternoon. Her make up was flawless and natural, her eyes highlighted with some brown shades of eye shadow, her lips with a subtle light pink, almost nude shade of lipstick. Her hair was done in a sleek up do, a bun and braid combination.

Tris looked critically at each gown, trying to make a final choice on which gown would be most appropriate, but not too uncomfortable for her. She had started the decision making process on Thursday, but had still not finalised her choice.

She looked at the black Dolce and Gabbana, a strapless lace gown, with a peplum at the waist and deliberated for a moment. It was a fairly plain dress, the lace and peplum being the standout features of it. Tris liked that it was simple, and black, but perhaps it was too bland and gloomy for a fundraiser?

Then there was the pastel pink J Mendel gown. It was quite simple, but very elegant, with a cut-out back. The feel of the dress was exquisite, thanks to the materials of silk-crepe and silk-chiffon, but it was still pink, and pastel pink at that. Tris didn't think she could quite bring herself to spend an evening in it. Then again, Mrs Beatrice Murray probably would, so she couldn't discount the dress altogether.

Tris looked briefly at the strapless sky-blue Marchesa gown, but struck it off the list without too much further thought. The flared skirt and textured tulle of the dress made it far too fussy for her liking.

Lastly, there was the navy blue taffeta Nina Ricci, a beautifully cut strapless number, with a fishtail skirt, covered with blue and black floral appliqués along the hemline. Elegant, feminine, but refreshingly, not a shade of pastel, but also not black. Tris also knew that there was an earring and necklace set in the safe that would go perfectly with the dress and brighten the look a little.

There were several other gowns on hand, but Tris had already discounted them earlier in the week.

"Uriah!" Tris called.

A few moments later he walked through the door that joined their rooms, dressed in a black tuxedo, his bow tie hanging untied around his neck.

"What's up?" he asked. "Ah, you're not dressed yet?"

"I still can't decide," Tris told him. "And I can't believe I'm about to say this, but Christina is not here, so it's you, or I close my eyes and point. Which dress do you think for tonight?"

"Seriously?" Uriah asked, amused. "What's the selection criterion? They all look fine to me."

"I need something that I am comfortable enough to wear, but that Mrs Beatrice Murray would also wear," Tris explained. "I've narrowed it down to these three, I think."

Uriah looked at the Dolce and Gabbana, the J Mendel and the Nina Ricci.

"Well," he said after a moment. "Mr Murray thinks his wife would look particularly fine in that navy blue. The black is a bit blah, and the pink is too prissy."

"Oh thank goodness, I was hoping you'd choose it," Tris said in relief. "Can you go and get that yellow diamond necklace and earring set from the safe while I get dressed?"

"Sure," Uriah agreed easily. "Do you need me to pick out your shoes too?"

"I can do that just fine, thank you," Tris said tartly.

Uriah was almost out the door when he said, "Hey, what does your husband think about his wife's bird tattoo on her collarbone? It will be on prominent display tonight, after all."

"My husband finds my tattoo one of the most endearing things about me," Tris replied. "The story of how I ended up getting them, in a fit of rebellion in college, is one of your favourites."

"Well, I look forward to hearing you tell it," Uriah said with a grin, and he turned to leave.

Once he was gone Tris disrobed, pulled on appropriate undergarments, and then started to put the dress on. She only got so far before she realised that she wasn't going to be able to zip the back up by herself.

She groaned, summoning the energy to ask Uriah to zip her up. It wasn't something she felt completely comfortable doing, but once again, he was her only option.

She set her mouth, and then headed for his room. She found him sitting in an armchair, perusing a couple of weapons he had clearly also retrieved from the safe.

"Can you zip me?" Tris asked crisply. "I can't reach."

"Sure," Uriah said easily. "Turn around."

Tris turned around, and he zipped her up.

"Do you want your jewels now, wifey?" Uriah asked, grinning.

He had taken to calling her wifey, and greatly enjoyed the glare she frequently gave him at the term.

"I'll take them with me, Honey-boo," Tris told him.

"I came across a cuff style bracelet, it's got yellow and white diamonds, like the necklace and earrings, while I was in the safe. I grabbed it too, in case you wanted to wear it as well," Uriah offered, handing her several black velvet jewellery cases.

"The more the merrier," Tris said grimly. "I'll probably weight 5 pounds more than normal, what with all this jewellery."

"Okay. If you could hurry it along a little, we should leave in no more than ten minutes," Uriah added.

"You bet," Tris said over her shoulder, walking back to her room, the skirt of her dress swishing around her ankles.

"Okay," Tris murmured to herself. "Black Saint Laurent pumps, black coat with fur collar and black Marchesa clutch."

She dropped the clutch and coat on her bed and stepped into her heels. She then grabbed her gun, and went to hike up the skirt of her dress to strap her gun to her thigh, before she realised she couldn't, what with the fishtail skirt. She had to settle for strapping a particularly small model to her ankle.

Lipstick and gloss went into her purse, along with Mrs Murray's ID, and her ticket to the fundraiser.

She then grabbed the jewels, and put them on. A pair of pear-shaped drop yellow diamond earrings, with white diamonds, set in platinum and white gold went into her ears. A matching necklace went around her neck, and the afore mentioned cuff with marquise, pear-shaped and cushion-cut yellow and white diamonds, also set in white gold and platinum went on her right wrist. She decided her left hand would be busy enough, what with 'her' enormous engagement ring already on it.

"Tris, let's get going!" Uriah called, coming into the room, his bow tie now tied. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Tris replied.

"Well, you look great," Uriah said sincerely. "You're going to be the most beautiful woman at the party. How about you let me take a photo before we go? I'm sure Four, Christina and Marlene would all like to see photographic evidence of this outfit when we get back."

"Okay," Tris agreed reluctantly. "Christina will probably chop off my head if I tell her about this outfit without an accompanying photo."

A quick photo and they were headed out of the hotel, to the car, then on the short drive to Evelyn Johnson's estate in Pully.

About the same time, back at Dauntless; Faction, Pennsylvania

"Four, you need to let it go," Harrison said firmly.

"My girlfriend, who is less senior than me, is off on some top secret mission that you, and she, won't tell me about!" Four exclaimed.

"This mission isn't about you, or what you want, or even about what she or I want," Harrison explained tersely. "This is about the greater good of all, everything do is for the greater good, to make this world a better place. So pull your head in, and get a grip on yourself. As soon as it's safe, you will be given some more information."

"And what should I do in the mean time? Hope I don't die of a stomach ulcer from worrying about Tris?" Four asked sarcastically.

"Four, it's the weekend. Take a break and try to relax with your friends," Harrison replied tiredly. "If I have to talk to you on this subject within the next two weeks, or before Tris and Uriah get back, I will be seriously unimpressed."

"Yes sir," Four said sullenly, calm enough to remember that Harrison was still his superior, no matter how senior Four was, or how much regard he was usually held in.

Four stalked out of Harrison's office, not entirely sure where to go or what to do. It was Saturday, and he usually enjoyed his Saturdays, because he spent them with Tris. But she wasn't there, and he was torn between being mad with her, and missing her.

"Man, you have got to stop looking like someone has kicked your puppy and you're going to beat them up for it," Zeke said, shaking his head. "She's coming back to you, bro. And she's in safe hands, Uriah's a great agent, and you know he won't hit on her either. You should be happy she's doing so well."

"I just can't stop thinking about all of it," Four said tiredly. "I think I'm making myself crazy."

"I could have told you that," Zeke teased. "Come on, man, give yourself a break. Come have lunch with us, and then we're heading up to the pool for some fun. And you need some fun, like, desperately."

"Okay, fine," Four agreed with a reluctant smile. "I don't suppose you know what's on the menu for lunch?"

"Let me guess, you want a cheer up meal and you're hoping they're serving spaghetti meatballs," Zeke said with a grin. "Well, we'll just have to see."

They did see, there were copious quantities of spaghetti, and Four spent quite a time piling his plate with food, delaying him by a few minutes in following Zeke to where their friends were seated.

Zeke used the opportunity to inform the others of operation 'Make Four look less like a wet mop'.

"I have an idea," Christina whispered quickly. "But it will make quite a mess of the pool."

"Will it be able to be cleaned up and leave no permanent damage?" Zeke asked, his voice low.

Christina nodded vigorously.

"By the power vested in my, by me, and sort of Harrison, I hereby give you permission," Zeke decreed. "How long will you need?"

"Twenty minutes," Christina whispered. "So you'll need to stall him."

"Four's coming," Marlene hissed, and they all started babbling animatedly about Sunday's upcoming match between the Washington Redskins and Atlanta Falcons.

Four looked oddly at them for a moment, and then joined it, deciding he didn't want to know what they had really been talking about before his arrival.

Christina and Marlene left lunch early, explaining that they had a couple of errands to run before they met up at the pool.

"So, what's your big idea?" Marlene asked, once they were out of earshot.

"We're turning the pool into a big bubble bath," Christina said gleefully.

"And how on earth are you going to manage that?" Marlene asked. "You better be able to, because now my life will never be complete if I don't have a pool sized bubble bath."

"I made friends with the pool maintenance guy after I lost an earring swimming one day," Christina began. "I joked that it was easier to find my earrings when I dropped them in the bath. He mentioned that you could probably turn the pool into a large bath, complete with bubbles if you wanted, if you got enough bubble bath liquid."

"And where are we going to get enough bubble bath at this short notice? And what makes you think the pool maintenance guy will do what you want to make the pool swirl to make the bubbles?" Marlene asks.

"The compound buys dish washing liquid in bulk," Christina replied. "And, well, I'll just tell him Zeke will give him some sort of reward. After all, 'Cheer up Four' is Zeke's brainchild."

"You, my dear, are magnificently evil. I take my hat off to you," Marlene said, laughing.

"You can worship me once we pull this off," Christina replied. "Let's get going!"

Geisert Estate; Pully, Switzerland

Evelyn and Simon's estate was on the shores of Lake Geneva, and was a truly beautiful home with charming grounds.

Tris and Uriah drove up the long, sweeping drive, where they got out of the R8.

A valet took the keys and headed off to park their car, while they headed up the wide front steps to the front doors, where a butler appeared to be waiting to greet them.

Uriah showed their tickets, they gave the butler their coats, and followed the butler's direction to the main ballroom, where the other guests who had already arrived were assembling.

Tris had her arm tucked inside Uriah's and they walked comfortably together.

The ballroom was a large, beautifully designed and decorated room, as had been the case with every part of the house they had seen thus far.

Tris and Uriah both accepted a glass of champagne from a server, and began to walk around, looking at the artwork displayed around the edges of the room. There was plenty of room in the centre for dancing, as some couples were, to the music of a live orchestra and singer.

"I suppose these pieces are all legal, for the fundraiser, or they wouldn't be on prominent display," Uriah said quietly to Tris.

"Yes," Tris confirmed. "They do deal in plenty of legal things, but where they make the most of their money is the illegal dealing on the side."

A couple drew close to them, which prompted Tris to say, "Oh, honey! Look at that one! I'm sure Mother would love that one for her house in the Hamptons, don't you agree?"

"Your mother has excellent taste, much like you, darling, so yes, I think she would," Uriah agreed. "Do you want me to bid on it for you to give to her?"

"Oh please do! I really do think she'd love it," Tris prattled on.

"You have come a long way for this fundraiser," a lady next to them, in a thick German accent. She looked about 40 years old, and she was dressed impeccably. "You are American, yes?"

"Yes," Tris agreed. "We were holidaying nearby, and when we heard about the fundraiser we just had to have my mother arrange for some tickets. We both love art, as does Mother, and we just couldn't pass up the opportunity, and for such a good cause too."

"I'm Mila Schneider," Mila said. "It's lovely to meet you both. Do you speak any German?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you too. I'm Beatrice Murray, and this is my husband, Uriah," Tris replied, smiling charmingly. They had decided that she would do most of the talking, in her role of chatty, charming, socialite wife. Uriah was to be her quiet, benevolent husband. "Uriah is quite fluent, which is useful for me, as I only understand a few words of German."

"Have you two been introduced to our lovely hostess?" Mila asked. "I'm sure she'd love to meet two young people with such a love for art, and Americans at that. Evelyn was originally from America, I believe."

"Oh, what a lovely surprise, I had no idea," Tris gushed. "We had been hoping to have a chance to speak with her, and compliment her on her lovely home, as well as thanking her for managing to fit us onto the guest list."

"Shall I introduce you? I regularly attend Evelyn's events, they're some of the best ones in the country," Mila replied. "We are well acquainted. We often attend the Grand Théâtre de Genève together as we have seats in the same box."

"Oh, if she's not busy," Tris said demurely. "I'm sure we will speak with her when she is free."

Tris had taken to watching a couple of hours of Gossip Girl a day, usually in the evening, when possible, to prepare for her current role. Blair Waldorf's scheming ways were quite inspiring at times.

"It looks like she and Simon are just finishing up with Ernesto Bertarelli and his wife Kirsty," Mila said. "Such a lovely couple, and quite the wealthiest here. Come, I shall introduce you two."

Tris and Uriah followed the sociable Mila across the ballroom to where Evelyn, Simon and the Bertarellis were standing.

Tris had of course noticed Evelyn the minute they had walked into the ballroom but had no intention of directly making contact. She needed someone to introduce them, and Mila was just that person.

Tris looked observed Evelyn intently as they drew close. She was elegantly dressed, but looked quite imposing, for she was a tall woman, with rather a severe appearance. Some people would have described her as rather imperial, but Tris only saw a cold, hard, evil woman who had abandoned her son.

Evelyn's curly black hair was pulled up into a bun, a few looks curls slipping out, softening the look a little, and hiding a set of ears that stuck out a little. She was wearing a black and white, Tarazed stretch-crepe and lace, strapless Roland Mournet gown, which looked particularly striking with her olive skin.

Overall, her look was elegant and striking, but Tris saw through it all. It was show time.

"Evelyn, lovely event, my dear," Mila said, kissing Evelyn's cheek. "Simon, good to see you. Ernesto, Kirsty, you are both looking very well. This is Beatrice and Uriah Murray, they're here on holiday from America."

"Ah, the late additions to the guest list," Evelyn said with a warm smile. "How nice to have you both here. Are you enjoying yourselves?"

"It's a beautiful estate," Tris said warmly. "I don't think I've seen anything to equal it in the country, or even the continent, during our travels. The artwork on display is also gorgeous. We are both such enthusiasts for art, so it really is an honour to be here."

"I tried to arrange for a good selection for the auction tonight, though, to be honest, it doesn't quite measure up to some of the pieces in my private collection," Evelyn said with a self-satisfied smile. "Perhaps you would like to see my private gallery? It's just up the stairs if you would like a private viewing?"

"Oh, would you really show us?" Tris exclaimed in delight. "Only if you have time of course, you have many guests here. We don't want to take up too much of your time."

"I'd love to, it would be a pleasure to show two young art enthusiasts, and from my own country too, through my collection," Evelyn said graciously. "Come, there's no time like the present."

They followed Evelyn up the flight of stairs, a little way along the hall, and then she entered a code on a door, and let them into her gallery, switching on the light.

Tris let out a calculated awed gasp, then grabbed Uriah's arm and said, "Oh my, it's breathtaking. Look at that Monet!"

Evelyn smiled at Tris's enthusiasm, and began to show them around.

"You two are very young," she remarked, about three quarters of a way round the room. "Very young to be married, and to have such knowledge of art."

"We met at my cotillion, it was love at first sight, we were married straight after we finished college at Yale and Brown respectively," Tris said, throwing a loving glance at Uriah. "My mother instilled a love of art in me, and which is why we just had to be here today. We heard about your skills at obtaining rare pieces, and had to come and support your fundraiser, and hopefully buy a piece or two."

"It sounds like a wonderful life, you are lucky to have found one another," Evelyn said, looking perhaps a little wistful. "And yes, I do specialise in finding particularly rare pieces. In fact, when I was contacted requesting tickets for the two of you, I was asked to look into finding one of the lost Romanov Fabergé eggs – Nécessaire specifically. Are you still interested?"

"Oh yes, Mother mentioned she was going to have Paul look into tracking that down," Tris replied, excited. "I had no idea it was possible though, it's been lost since the Russian Revolution, hasn't it? But Mother has always loved art and Russian history, particularly the Romanovs, so she's always had a little bit of an obsession with the Imperial Fabergé eggs. I would so love to be able to take it home to her!"

"I haven't been able to get a hold of it yet, but I have some promising leads," Evelyn allowed with an indulgent smile. "If I am able to find it, I won't be able to let you take it home with you though, I will have one of my staff personally deliver it to your mother, as she as the one who will be making the transaction."

Prior to Tris and Uriah being assigned to the mission Harrison had had 'Paul' contact Evelyn's people about the Fabergé egg, in preparation for Tris and Uriah attending the fundraiser. They needed to lay enough groundwork so that Evelyn had enough time to source the artefact while Tris and Uriah were in the country. Their end goal was to have Evelyn supply them with a priceless, stolen artefact. Tris had been instructed to say her 'mother' wanted the egg, maintaining an image of innocence, and certainly no knowledge of Evelyn's nefarious dealings. She was essentially pretending to be her 'mother's' messenger.

"Oh, but if you do find it while we're still in the area, couldn't we see it before you send it to The States?" Tris pleaded excitedly. "Uriah and I would both love to be able to see it, it would be such a historic thing. Plus, I'd love to be able to tell Mother that I saw it before her!"

"I'd be happy to keep you up to date with my progress while you are both in the area," Evelyn allowed. "I should have some more concrete news by late next week. How about I give you a call next week to set up a meeting, probably for Friday? One way or another I'll have some news for you. I'll either be able tell you we'll be able to procure Nécessaire or that we have no hope of doing so."

"That sounds perfect," Tris said warmly. "I'm sure you'll be able to find it. Mother said, from what she'd heard, that if anyone could find it, you could."

"I do my best," Evelyn said with a smile. "Now, how about we return to the party? I believe some hors d'oeuvres are about to be served."

"Thank you for taking time to show us your collection," Uriah said, speaking for the first time. "It has been quite a treat for my wife. I doubt dancing with me will quite hold the same appeal as looking over your artwork."

"Don't be silly, you idiot, you know I adore dancing with you," Tris said, smacking his arm lightly. "But you are right, this was an absolute pleasure, Evelyn. We're looking forward to the auction later on."

They headed back down the stairs and Uriah led Tris straight into the middle of the dancing couples in the ballroom, drawing her close to him and beginning dance to the gentle, classical music.

"I believe you should be nominated for an Oscar after that performance," he said softly, his breath tickling her ear.

If it had been Four's breath it would've sent an electric thrill through her, but Uriah's breath didn't even inspire a tingle.

I guess that's the way it is when you love someone, Tris thought idly.

She then realised that it had just calmly occurred to her that she loved Four, as if it was a very matter-of-fact thing. Of course she loved Four, she had known it all along really. The hard part had been saying it to him. Well, know that she'd said it to herself, perhaps she'd be able to tell him when she saw him.

"Did you hear me?" Uriah asked in some amusement and some concern.

"Oh, sorry," Tris replied. "I wouldn't mind receiving an Oscar, but it would mean another night in an outfit like this, so I don't mind if you don't nominate me."

Uriah laughed, and continued to move her around the dance floor, both of them moving capably, thanks to their dance lesson.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he began. "But I wish you were Marlene. I really miss her."

"It's okay, I was just wishing you were Four," Tris said with a smile. "Hopefully we'll still be home for Christmas. I think we just learned some quite promising information."

"Right now, that seems a long time away," Uriah said softly.

"Right now, the end of this evening seems a long time away," Tris said grimly. She had all she was really going to learn from Evelyn for the night, and she really just wanted to go back to the hotel, put on something comfy, and start making her report on the evening's findings.

AN: Thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed that rather long chapter, especially the little bit at the end :) Up next, plenty of Fourtris!

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