"This is impossible," Tobias says as dumbfounded as I am. "She shouldn't have access to the compound. Zeke, why didn't you find this earlier?"

"I don't have any excuses, Four," Zeke says. "I knew she looked familiar but I couldn't quite place the face until this morning but the minute I remembered who she was I got ahold of Will. I'm really sorry. If I would have recognized her, this might all be over by now." There in vibrant color is Molly having an animated conversation with someone who is standing just out of range of the camera.

"How the hell did she get in here?" Tobias asks, more to himself than to anyone in the room. I spin the office chair around and come face to face with him.

"What if she was the one Brody saw coming out of the hidden tunnel?" I ask. "Anyone can catch a train, especially an ex-Dauntless initiate. I know that entrance is supposed to be locked except on Choosing Day but I know from experience that isn't always the case. That's the only way I can think someone could get in here undetected." We never did figure out how Cameron and his accomplices got into the compound but if you believed what he said, anyone dressed in black could waltz in and out of here at leisure. I hoped he was lying but maybe he wasn't. Maybe they jump into the net then, since they're wearing black, blend in.

"You may have a point," Tobias says. "Zeke, have you had a chance to look over the footage from the new camera this week?"

"No," he says. "I've got to be honest, Four. We're shorthanded around here. I was never replaced after I took your job and Will's spot is still open. We're really spread thin. I caught one of my guys sleeping on the night shift." Tobias starts to say something but Zeke stops him. "I already reamed him a new one but I felt bad for him, too. He's got a new baby at home, his shifts have been extended. He's physically and emotionally worn out. I should have given him a couple days off not only as punishment for sleeping on the job but also so he can get some sleep but I can't afford to be without him."

"Do you know of any fence workers who you think could do the job?" Tobias asks.

"What about Nathan?" I say. "He's been on the fence for all these years because of his low ranking during his initiation not because he couldn't do the job."

"I like that idea," Tobias says. "Would one new hire help until the initiates choose early next week?"

"Yes, it definitely would," Zeke says. "I'll make the arrangements as soon as we're done here."

"Good," Tobias says. "I want to watch this footage again." He turns my seat back around then rewinds the footage, inching closer to the screen until he's practically nose-to-nose with the monitor. "Who is she talking with? Damn, it's so frustrating. Whoever it is never enters into the camera's range." Every once in a while a sweatshirt-clad arm comes into view.

"Look at this," I say as I pause the footage. "Zeke, do you have the picture of the unknown person roaming around the morning of Sam's death?" He shuffles some papers on the corner of his desk then hands me a large photo. I compare the photo to the still on the monitor then hold it up. "What do you think?" I point out the similarities to Tobias, Zeke, and Will.

"Is that the same person?" Will asks. Tobias takes the photo from me and closely looks it over.

"Yeah, I think it is," he says, confirming my suspicions. "There's a flaw in the fabric right here." He points first to the photograph and then to the monitor. "Tris, you're absolutely brilliant." He wraps his arms around me and gives me a quick but passionate kiss. When he releases me, he leaves his arm draped over my shoulders.

"If I was brilliant, I'd know why Molly was here, who she was arguing with, and if they had anything to do with Sam's death. I'm feeling even more frustrated now. We have so many unanswered questions."

"Yeah, we do," Tobias sighs. "But if it weren't for you and your excellent powers of observation, we'd be that much more in the dark. Zeke, is there a way to run facial recognition on all security footage from, let's say, the past three months? I want to know how many times Molly has been in this compound and who she's been talking with."

"I won't lie, it will take some time but it can be done," he says.

"Pick your most trustworthy people and have them help you," Tobias says.

"Zeke, I hate to add to your work but I think you need to scan for Drew also. Where you find one of Peter's minions I'm confident you'll find the other."

"I remember that creep," he says with a scary look on his face. "If I would have seen his face on the videos, I would have recognized it immediately. I only saw his little girlfriend once or twice." Molly and Drew a couple? No. Then again, no one else would want them. "I'll get both their photos from their inactive files and run them through facial recognition. Like I said, it will take some time, especially since I'm already shorthanded."

"I'm sorry but we have to pick up the kids," I say as I glance at the clock on the wall. "If we don't leave now, we're not going to get there on time."

"You're right," Tobias says, clasping his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Zeke, I'll check in with you tomorrow afternoon to see how things are going. Thanks for bringing this to our attention."

"I'll get right on the search," He says. We say our goodbyes then head out of the control room.

"Will you do something for me, Tris?" Tobias asks. I try to keep my reaction in check because I know what's coming. "Will you go home, love, so you can rest and I'll go get the kids? Please? I don't want to fight with you anymore but you really don't need to walk all the way to the Pit and back."

"Okay," I say, giving in to his wishes. "I'm tired and could use some rest. Why don't you up pick up some pizza or the ingredients to make one. That way we can have a nice quiet, lazy night at home."

"That sounds like a great idea," he says. He glides his hand down my face, his look remorseful.

"I'm sorry about earlier," I say. "I know we still have a lot to talk about but I hate fighting with you. Let's promise each other not to get angry again about this topic. It seems to bring out the worse in me especially. We're both in unchartered waters with this pregnancy, and I think our nerves are starting to get to both of us."

"I think you're right about that," he says. "I love you, Tris. Now go home and lie down. Take care of our little Peanut."

"I love you, too, Tobias," I whisper in his ear. "I'll see you soon." We part and go our separate ways. Within minutes I'm lying on the couch propped up on several pillows. I looked for the fuzzy gray throw but I couldn't find it so I gave up. I close my eyes and wonder what Molly is up to. First she confronted me at the park? Was it a coincidence or did someone tip her off that we would be there? Then she left that note on our car. I'm even more convinced of that now. And why is she breaking into Dauntless, and who is she coming to see? It's so frustrating to be asking these kinds of questions again for the third time in less than a year. Will Tobias' and my life ever be simple?

"Mommy? Awe you awake?" Tyler loudly whispers from right in front of me. The next thing I hear is his little footsteps running away toward the kitchen. "Daddy, I think hew still sleepin'."

"Leave her alone, buddy," Tobias quietly says. "She needs her rest."

"Something smells wonderful," I say, groaning as I struggle to sit up.

"Mommy!" Tyler yells as Tessa coos loudly from her swing.

"Hi guys," I say. Tyler runs over to me and crawls up onto the couch and throws his arms around my neck.

"Did I wake up you?" he asks.

"It was time for Mommy to get up," I say giving him a hug and a kiss on the head. "Can you tell me what we're having for supper?" Tyler turns around on the couch and looks at his father for help.

"Sauce and?" he says, frowning.

"Sausage and pepperoni pizza," Tobias says.

"Sausage and peppewoni pizza," Tyler says, turning his head to look at me.

"Tyler also helped me make a Caesar salad and garlic breadsticks with a parmesan cheese dipping sauce."

"I helped Daddy," he excitedly says, "but I had to be quiet. Was I quiet?"

"You sure were," I say, ruffling his hair. "I didn't hear a thing."

"Supper is almost ready," Tobias calls out. Tyler and I get up off the couch, and I help him climb up into his booster chair then sit down next to him.

"Owe!" I cry out and rub where Peanut just kicked. Well punched is a better description actually. She's definitely going to be a fighter. Tobias turns and looks at me with worry in his eyes. "She's using me as a punching bag tonight, and I swear she just landed a knockout punch. Dang that hurt." Tyler reaches over and rubs my belly and Peanut kicks again then starts stretching. Tyler's face freezes and he looks up at me, stunned. "It's alright, buddy. She's just moving around. She's growing and doesn't have a lot of room in there anymore."

"You otay?" he asks, worried.

"I sure am," I say. "Did you have a good day?" He tells us all about his day while we eat the delicious meal they prepared. He's very animated when he's talking about Zane, Elliott, and Mia but his face falls when he talks about Bobby. Part of me feels that the sooner we get a nanny and get him away from Bobby Ridinger the better but another part of me thinks that if we don't nip this … rivalry is the only word I can think of … in the bud then when Tyler enters lower levels, he could be bullied, and I won't tolerate that for one minute.

After we finish with supper, Tobias and I sit with the kids and watch a movie we've never seen before about toys that come to life when there are no people around. What a fun story. Whoever came up with that idea was a genius. It keeps Tyler's attention throughout but most movies do.

"Love, I have an hour or two of work I need to do," Tobias says when I'm getting ready to take the kids upstairs to get them ready for bed. "Will you be alright here by yourself?" On top of everything that's been going on lately, now he's worried about the fact that we have proof that Molly's been coming into Dauntless.

"Of course, I'll be fine," I say. "Wake me up if I happen to be asleep. We need to talk."

"Okay," he says.

"Say goodnight to Daddy, Tyler," I say. He runs to Tobias who snatches him up in his arms for a big hug and kiss.

"You be good for Mommy," he says. "I love you, buddy."

"Love you," Tyler says. "Moon and back."

"Yep! To the moon and back." He sets Tyler on his feet then kisses Tessa who just happens to be in my arms. "I love you, Pebbles, and I love you, Tris. I'll be home soon."

"Bye," we say as he walks out the door, securing it behind him.

"Come on, buddy," I say. "You need a bath before you go to bed. I'll let you play for a little while but when I tell you it's time to get out I don't want an argument. Okay?"

"Otay, Mommy," he says. "But I play long time. Otay?"

"We'll see," I say. "Maybe I'll give Tessa her bath while you're in the tub. How does that sound?"

"Let's go," he excitedly says. He grabs my hand and nearly drags me up the stairs and into the bathroom. He sure does love a bath! I sit Tessa in her bouncy chair then help Tyler get in the tub and squeaky clean.

"You can play now, buddy," I say. "Mommy's going to give sissy her bath." He smiles then continues playing with his new wooden boats. I get Tessa's bathtub out of the linen closet and sit it on the floor next to the big tub. When I sit down on the floor, I wonder momentarily if I'll be able to get back up but shake off the negative thought when Tessa smiles brightly at me. She's so much like her brother. She loves her baths, too. "Come here, little one." I lift her out of the bouncy chair, take off her onesie and diaper, and sit her in the plastic tub. I don't rush her bath, giving Tyler extra time to play and wear himself out.

"I can't believe you're still in the bathtub," Tobias says from the doorway. Have we been in here that long? No, he must not have had as much work to do as he thought.

"I playin'," Tyler says matter-of-factly.

"Can you take her?" I say, holding up a squirming naked Tessa before Tobias. "I'll help Tyler get ready for bed."

"Hey, Pebbles," he says as he takes her, garnering a huge smile from her. He holds her up and she reaches out and touches both sides of his face with her little hands then babbles a little bit. "Daddy loves you, too, little one." He kisses her cheek, and she laughs out loud. "Let's get you ready so mommy can feed you then get you to bed."

"Time to get out, buddy," I say after I manage to pull myself up off the floor, dry off Tessa's tub, and put it away.

"Otay," he sighs dramatically. I have to fight laughing as I get him dried off and into his dinosaur PJs.

"Are you ready for bed?" I ask.

"Not weally," he sighs.

"Let's ask Daddy if he'll read you a story before you go to sleep," I say. He nods and runs into Tessa's room.

"Will you wead to me, Daddy? Peas!" he asks flashing his puppy dog eyes at his father. They are his greatest weapon. It's nearly impossible to tell him no when he looks at you that way.

"I tell you what, let's get you into bed then I'll read you one story. Okay?"

"Otay!" Tyler says. "'Night, Mommy."

"Goodnight, buddy," I say. "Sleep well. I love you."

"Love you," he says as he hugs my legs. Then he kisses my tummy and says, "'Night baby. Night, Tess. Come on, Daddy."

"Well, alright," Tobias says with a chuckle as he places Tessa in my arms. He picks up Tyler and throws him over his shoulder then gives me a quick peck on the lips before leaving me with Tessa. I sit in her rocking chair and think about what Zeke found while she nurses. Why would Molly show back up now? Why is she doing this? Who is helping her? Is Drew involved? What about Edward and Myra? All four of them were extremely upset at Evelyn's memorial service. From the stories they told about her, they all held her in such high regard. Do they hold us responsible for taking her away from them? It seems farfetched but it's an idea.

I try to shake off the negativity and decide to concentrate on Tessa for the rest of her feeding and forget about our problems. As she continues to nurse, I quietly talk to her, which she obviously likes, and by the time she finishes, her eyelids are drooping. We continue gently rocking until she is steadily breathing deeply, and I know that moving her won't wake her. After I kiss her little head, I lie her in the middle of her crib then grab her monitor and search out Tobias. I trudge down the stairs and hear him talking to someone.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he's saying. His pained tone stops me in my tracks and all l can do is stand on the stairs and listen. "I'm so afraid something is going to happen to her or the baby … She won't listen to Isobel. She won't listen to me … I can't relive those last few weeks I spent with my mom in the hospital, I just can't do it … She gets so angry … I know it's probably just hormones talking but it's so unlike her to be this stubborn … Really? I guess I can see that … I don't know what I would do if I lost her, Natalie. She's my world and right now it seems like she just doesn't care about that … Thanks for the advice, and thanks for listening. I can always count on you. It's nice having a mother-in-law who cares … I love you, too. I'll tell her you called … Bye." I'm speechless by what I just overheard. He talks to my mom? Wow! Have I been dismissing his feelings? I kind of thought it was the other way around but hearing him talk to her makes me see things a little differently. I take a deep breath and continue down the stairs.

"Both kids are asleep," I say.

"I had to read Tyler two stories before he would close his eyes," he says with a chuckle. He takes my hand and leads me to the couch where we snuggle close to each other. I sigh as he gently rubs my lower back, and I lie my head on his shoulder. "I have something to run by you. Let me know what you think. We have most of the next four days off since Uriah and Christina will be dealing with the initiates through the fear landscape phase. I was thinking about helping Zeke out in the control room. He's shorthanded because of decisions I made and I feel bad. Plus there is so much footage to go over looking for Molly and Drew. What do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea," I say. "You would have to teach me exactly what to do but I could put in some hours, too."

"You don't have to do that," he says.

"I want to help, Tobias," I say. "Let me help."

"I'll run it by Zeke," he says. "Are we going to talk about what you overheard earlier?" I tense up in his arms, close my eyes, and blow out the breath I'm holding.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," I say. "I know that's rude but something in your voice froze me in my tracks. Do you confide in my mother often?"

"I like talking to her," he says. "She never judges, never raises her voice, and only gives advice when asked but to answer your question, no, I don't talk with her often. She just somehow knew that I needed someone to talk to tonight."

"I'm sorry, Tobias," I say. I wrestle my way out of his arms and turn to look at him. I study his face while I try to figure out how I feel and what to say. He looks tired and older than his 19 years. I reach up and cup his cheek, and he leans into my hand. "I don't know what to say. My feelings haven't changed. I don't want to be treated differently just because I'm pregnant."

"Tris," he starts but I put my fingers over his lips.

"Sshh. Let me get this out please. Okay?"

"Okay."

"It makes me angry that you don't trust me," I say. "I would never do anything to intentionally put myself or our baby in danger. I think deep down inside," I place my hand over his heart, "that you know that, too, but what I haven't taken into consideration is how much your mother's illness and death affected you. I heard the fear in your voice when you were talking to my mom. I've never heard it before. I don't know why. I'm sure it's been there. Tobias, I'm not your mom."

"I know you're not. Thank God you're not," he says. "I'm sure if she hadn't gone through what she did I wouldn't be so overprotective right now but I watched her struggle in the hospital, and I don't want that for you. Losing you … losing my kids … it's my greatest fear ... you know that. You witnessed it right along with me. Why take the risk?"

"Stubbornness, I guess," I say. "In case you haven't noticed, I hate being told what to do, and I especially hate being told I can't do something."

"Your mom told me you were a stubborn child," he says. I can hear humor in his voice. "At first I didn't see it but I should have. I guess instead of calling it stubbornness I called it independence. It's one of the things that attracted me to you, still does."

"And right now it's driving you crazy," I say.

"I won't lie," he says. "You're driving me up the wall, Beatrice Grace. Part of me wants to lock you in the bedroom and not for the purposes of making love."

"I'm too tired to make love," I say, frowning at him. He gives me a magnificent smile and pulls me back into his arms. We tangle our legs together on the ottoman as he rubs my back and shoulders with one hand.

"I know," he says.

"Have we resolved anything, Tobias?" I ask.

"I don't know. I'd really like for you to stay home and rest until the baby comes. You're nearly nine months along," he says. "I won't force you though. Ultimately, it has to be your decision. You're the one carrying the baby. And by the way, I do trust you. I'm just afraid of losing you. Now you know exactly how I feel."

"I'm really sorry if I ever made you think I was dismissing your feelings, I didn't mean to. I hate when I'm the one who hurts you," I say. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. I press my lips to his and kiss him tenderly. When we part, I caress his face softly and gaze into his eyes. "I can't promise to stay home each and every day until she's born but I will make a greater effort to rest and watch my stress. It won't be easy with this crap with Molly happening right now though."

"She's not worth getting yourself worked up," he says.

"You're damned right she's not," I say with a sigh. "What I wouldn't give if she had never come back into our lives."

"Let's not talk about her anymore tonight. I know we'll have to soon enough but tonight let's forget about everything else."

"Sounds good," I say. "Maybe we should take this upstairs."

"I thought you said you were tired," he says, hope in his voice.

"I am tired, baby," I say. "But maybe we can have a bath or I would take a massage."

"Whatever you want, love," he says.

"I just want to be with you," I say. "I love you, Tobias Eaton."

"I love you, too, my beautiful Beatrice," he says. "My life wouldn't be complete without you. I'm so glad I have you. Now let's get you into bed, and I'll give you a massage."

"Sounds good," I say.