My eyes fly open and search out Tobias'. His face betrays the same emotions I'm feeling right now: sadness, confusion, anger. This can't be happening … not again. Harrison is gone? I watch as Tori's knees buckle and can no longer hold her. She wilts to the floor without making a sound. Tobias hurries off the bed to her side. He gently lies his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her but she shakes off his touch. Tears wet my eyes, and a few overflow and slowly roll down my cheeks. Tobias sits back down next to me and gently cups my face, wiping the moisture off with his thumbs. We see Zander in the doorway across the hall. He gives some final instructions to his now somber staff then slowly walks into my room, closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry but he didn't make it," he quietly says, verifying what we already know. "Do any of you know his next of kin so I can contact them?" He looks at Tobias and me but neither one of us really know much about Harrison's personal life so we all look at Tori who seems lost in her own little world. "Tori?" Zander kneels down and puts his hand on her shoulder. "Does he have a family?"

"No," she stoically says as she slowly lifts her head. Her eyes look hallow, lifeless. Her spark has faded. "His family is long gone. What happened, doc?"

"I'm afraid I don't know. I have to do an autopsy before I can answer that question," he says. "I'll do it first thing in the morning."

"You'll do it now," she brusquely demands. Tobias and I look at each other. We've never herd Tori sound like this.

"Zander, can you do it now?" Tobias asks.

"I'm sorry but I can't," he says. "I've got to get home to let the babysitter go. She has a curfew. Gavin isn't responsible enough to watch his brothers and sisters yet."

"That's fine," Tobias says. "But we need you to do the autopsy first thing in the morning."

"We need the report as soon as possible," I say. "Hopefully it will give us a place to start the investigation."

"Four!" Tori says. She's definitely not happy with this development. "We need an explanation now!"

"You're absolutely right, Tori, but Zander has to get home to his children since Stella is away. If there was another doctor we trusted available to do it, we'd have them start the autopsy immediately but there isn't so we'll just have to wait a few hours."

"Fine!" she scoffs. She gets up off the floor and storms out of the room.

"Don't worry about her," I say as we watch her depart. "She's really taking his death hard. She blames herself for putting him in harm's way in the first place. She recommended him for the position, and she's been handing out the work assignments."

"It's not her fault," Tobias says.

"Everyone in this room knows that but guilt is a heavy burden to carry," I say.

"I understand why she's eager, and I feel bad that I can't get right on the autopsy," Zander says.

"Don't feel bad," I say. "Finding out what's going on around here is important but your family is more important so go home."

"I think I will. It's been a long shift. You should take your own advice," he says.

"As soon as Marlene says we can, we'll go," Tobias says. Zander gives us a confused look. "Tris' blood pressure is a bit high, which is probably my fault. I told her to go for help when we found Harrison."

"It's not your fault," I say, squeezing his hand.

"Oh," Zander says, realizing we aren't using the exam room as a private meeting place. He gets the blood pressure machine out of the corner and hooks me up to it. He hits the button and stands by waiting for the reading. When the blood pressure cuff releases my upper arm, we all look at the numbers. It's still elevated but not nearly as high as it was. "I think you're fine to go home. Try to take it easy but I understand that there's a murderer to catch. I'll tell Marlene that your blood pressure dropped to an acceptable level and I let you go." We thank Zander for everything then walk out of the infirmary hand-in-hand. The tone on the Pit floor is somber. Obviously, word of Harrison's death has begun to spread. Many people look like they want to stop and ask us questions but Tobias' fixed Four stare makes them think twice, and we are not disturbed.

"You're awfully quiet," I say when we're about halfway up the path.

"I keep going over my conversation with Harrison," he says. "I've turned every word over and over again looking for a clue as to what he wanted to tell us but I just can't figure it out. It's so frustrating. Why didn't he just tell me what he knew when he called? What was he afraid of?" He releases my hand and punches the stone wall then draws his hand back, shaking it.

"Was that necessary?" I scold. I take his hand in mine, and he recoils a little from the contact. "I think you should have this looked at. It could be broken." He flexes and releases his fingers a few times. I can tell it hurts but he's acting like it's not or trying to at least.

"I'm okay," he says.

"Are you sure?" I ask, kissing each of his abraded knuckles. His expression goes from severe to affectionate in a heartbeat.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he says, kissing my forehead. "And I'm sorry for acting like such an ass."

"I get it. You're frustrated. You're angry. You're scared. I understand wanting to punch something. I just don't want to see you hurt." He lowers his mouth to mine and gives me a quick, tender kiss.

"Let's go home, love," he says. He rubs his battered hand on our walk toward the Pire, and I insist that he ice it when we get home. "I will."

"Good," I say. Once we reach the apartment, he unlocks the door and holds it open for me.

"Thank you," I say.

"Is it true?" Avery asks, jumping up off the couch the minute we walk in. "Did Harrison really die?"

"I'm afraid so," I say. "How did you find out?"

"We've both gotten several texts," Afton says, following behind her best friend as she looks at her phone, which is alerting her of additional messages. "It's all anyone is talking about."

"What happened?" Avery asks.

"We honestly don't know," Tobias says. Even if we did, we wouldn't be able to answer that question. We're in the middle of an ongoing investigation. "What have you heard?" This is unlike him. He usually hates gossip.

"The talk is all over the place," Avery says. "I've heard he was thrown in the Pit."

"I've heard he was strangled," Afton adds then wrinkles her nose in distaste. "Another one said he was shot."

"But the one I keep hearing the most is that he was poisoned just like Sam was."

"Poisoned?" I ask, extremely confused. "Sam wasn't poisoned."

"Tris," Tobias cautions. He doesn't want me giving away too much information. "Avery, where did you hear that Sam was poisoned?"

"I don't know. It's what everyone is saying," she says. "Isn't it, Afton?"

"Yeah," she says.

"Maybe you two shouldn't listen to rumors," Tobias sternly says.

"Yes, Four," they say at the same time, lowering their eyes submissively.

"Thanks again for coming on such short notice. I gave you both some points for your inconvenience," I say.

"You didn't have to do that," Avery says. "I'd watch them free of charge anytime. They were good tonight, by the way. Tessa was a doll. She sat on the floor most of the night, playing with her blocks. Tyler had us putting puzzles together all night long. I imagine I could put them together blindfolded now!"

"I know what you mean," I say. "He loves those books. He can sit for hours putting the puzzles together then tearing them apart just so he can put them together again. It was a good investment."

"I'm glad you were able to come over," Tobias says. "Every morning he asks when he gets to see his Avey."

"Awe. I've been missing him, too. I just didn't know how much until I saw him," she says. "And I haven't forgotten my promise to take him to the park after initiation is over."

"He'll love that," I say. "You guys better get going. If you leave now, you should make it back to the dorms before curfew."

"Okay, Tris," Avery says. "If I can figure out where I first heard that Sam was poisoned, I'll let you know."

"We appreciate you wanting to help but two people are already dead," Tobias says, an odd tone in his voice. "I don't want you getting hurt, too. Please leave the investigating to us, okay?"

"Okay, Four," she says. "I won't do anything stupid."

"Let's go," Afton says. "Maybe we'll have time to stop by the ice cream parlor."

"Go ahead and stop before you go back to the dorms if you want," I say. "If anyone asks why you're out late, have them call me."

"Thanks, Tris," Avery says. "We'll see you later." Tobias holds the door open for them then locks it behind him once they walk into the hall.

"Poisoned?" I say. "Have you heard that rumor before?" I feel like an ostrich with its head in the sand.

"No, I haven't," he says, getting some ice out of the freezer to put on his hand. "I would love to have Avery investigate where she first heard it but if something were to happen to her, I wouldn't be able to look Zander or Stella in the eye ever again." Now I understand his odd demeanor.

"I understand and totally agree. It's too dangerous," I say. "How's your hand?"

"Sore but the ice feels good," he says. He holds it out between us, and I gently take it between my hands and kiss each scraped knuckle again. "Now it feels even better." I smile at him but then a frown overtakes my face when I think of our predicament.

"What are we going to do about Sam and Harrison's deaths and Molly's break-ins?" I ask.

"We need to have a meeting as soon as possible," he says. "I'll text Will, Tori, and Zeke and tell them to meet us first thing in the morning."

"What if you tell them to meet us here?" I say. "We could make it a breakfast meeting. I think it would be better than meeting in an impersonal office or meeting room. We're all grieving right now."

"I like that idea," he says. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sends Tori, Will, and Zeke a message to be here at 8 a.m. for a breakfast meeting then he puts his phone on the charger. "Someone is going to have to go through his office and his apartment to see if we can figure out what it was he wanted to tell us."

"Do you think we should do it as a group or would it be better to have Simon and Tony do it?" I ask. Purple-Hair and Snake-Tattoo are usually tasked with things like this but it might be best if we as leadership do it ourselves.

"I think I'll pose that question to the group tomorrow," he says.

"Do you think that Zander will have the autopsy done by the time we have our meeting?" I ask, anxious for answers.

"I don't know but I think I'll send him a message letting him know about the meeting also that way if he finishes early, he can bring us the report immediately."

"Do you want to go over Peter, Drew, and Molly's files tonight?" I ask.

"I'll go through them but there's no need for you to do it again. We'll compare notes at tomorrow morning's meeting."

"Okay," I say. "I think I'll take a shower and get ready for bed then."

"Okay, love," he says as he sits down at the island. "I'll look over the files then come to bed." I watch as he opens the first folder.

"Are you going to be okay?" I ask. He sets the folder to the side and turns to look at me.

"Come here," he says. I walk to him and straight into his arms. We cling to each other for a time before his lips find mine. One arm snakes around my waist and pulls me even closer while his other slowly moves up my back and into my hair, effectively holding me still so his tongue can pillage my mouth.

"Would you like to join me?" I breathlessly whisper when we come up for air.

"Yeah," he says. After he releases me from his embrace, I grasp his uninjured hand and lead him up the stairs. We stop in Tyler's room to tuck him in then go across the hallway where we find Tessa lying in the middle of her crib with her thumb in her mouth. I don't want to wake her but I also don't want her to make thumb sucking a habit so I very carefully move her hand. She whines a little then turns her head but doesn't wake up. I once again take Tobias' hand in mine and lead him into the bathroom.

"Would you like a bath or a shower?" I ask as I unhurriedly lift his skin tight t-shirt up his chiseled chest and off over his head.

"I think I would like a bath," he say, relieving me of my tank top. He tosses it to the floor where I dropped his as I slide my hands to his waistband.

"That sounds like a nice idea," I say. I unbutton his jeans then slide the zipper down over his burgeoning erection. I move my body as close to his as my rounded belly will allow and slowly pepper his bare chest with kisses while I slide my hands to his jeans and inside his boxer briefs. I squeeze his firm backside then push the fabric down over his hips. I lower myself as I pull them down his body, never taking my eyes off of his. When his feet clear the legs, he steps out of them and kicks them away.

I glide my fingertips down his stomach as I lick up his already hardening length then grasp him tightly, slowly pumping my tight fist up and down. He groans deeply when I take him in my mouth, and when I sigh, his entire body shudders. I slowly swirl my tongue around the sensitive ridge and feel his hands move to the back of my head then I take him further into my wanton mouth. After a minute of this, I release him and kiss my way up his body until his mouth smashes into mine. He kisses me enthusiastically, and I melt into him.

"God, I love you," he roughly says.

"I love you, too, baby," I say. He kisses my neck as I reach over and turn the water on and get the temperature just right. He glides his calloused fingertips up my back and unhooks my sheer, lace bra then pulls it down my arms, exposing me to his greedy eyes. He wraps his arms around me and puts his mouth on mine. He gives me a scorching kiss that makes me go weak in the knees then drags his lips down to my aching breasts. I close my eyes and savor the feel of his hot, wet mouth on me as I run my fingers through his hair. He continues sucking and nibbling my extremely sensitive nipples while helping me shimmy out of my yoga pants and skimpy, lace boy shorts. I lean over and turn off the water while he steps into the tub and sinks down into the water. He looks magnificent stretched out in the soaking tub. I feel his eyes on me as I get the coconut oil body wash out of the shower then kneel down beside the tub on several folded towels. I pour a small amount of the silky soap onto my body pouf and squeeze it until I work up a thick, rich lather. "Do you know how handsome you are?" I don't recognize my voice. It's husky and full of arousal. I put the pouf on his chest, and he closes his eyes as I start washing him. I take this time to examine every inch of his Adonis-like body. I never tire of looking at him. He is absolutely perfect. His eye are still closed when I lean forward and put my lips up against his ear. "Don't you dare fall asleep, Tobias. I have plans for you." He turns his head and opens his eyes. They are black with desire.

"Believe me, I'm not tired," he says, reaching out and pulling my lips to his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and expertly caresses mine, arousing me further. I get up and with the help of his steadying hand after I rinse him off and step into the tub. He pulls me down so we are face-to-face with me straddling his thighs. There's just enough room for my legs on either side of his hips. He sits up and grabs the body wash from beside the tub and pours some in his hands. He works up a lather and begins to firmly massage my neck.

"I don't know if I've ever told you this before but you're really good at this," I sigh as he makes his way down to my shoulders.

"You like this?" he asks, moving his hands down my arms.

"Mm-hm."

"I can tell," he says. He methodically moves his slippery hands across every inch of my body, building the anticipation to a fevered height. I'm afraid one touch is going to spark a fire that even this water won't be able to put out. When I'm squeaky clean, he picks up my pouf and dips it in the water then rinses the lather off my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him possessively. When I drag my lips away from his, I push on his chest until he is lying against the reclining tub back. I move my legs so I have room for my expanded abdomen but slip a little and elbow him in the chest. "Ugh!"

"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he roughly says. I move forward just as he sits up, and we bump our heads together … hard. We both stop moving and stare into each other's eyes, rubbing our throbbing foreheads then we burst out laughing.

"I don't think this is going to work, baby." We're both trying to stop laughing, which is making us even louder. "My belly is just too big. It keeps getting in the way, and I can't get comfortable."

"I understand," he says. "I really don't have anywhere for my legs anyway. We'll have to try this again after the baby comes. Shall we move this into the bedroom?"

"Yeah," I say. I give him a tender kiss then manage to get to my feet. I hold my hand out to him and help him up. He bends to retrieve a towel and finds that they are all soaking wet. Apparently, when we were trying to find our way, water splashed all over the floor.

"Stay right here," he says, flipping the plug to let the water out of the tub. "I don't want you falling down." I watch as he steps out on to the flooded floor, being extremely careful not to slip himself. He gets even more towels out of the linen closet, hands me one, and spreads the rest of them on the floor to sop up the water.

"Come here," I say, holding up the towel and shaking it playfully. He smiles and comes within my reach. I dry all the moisture off every inch of his body then he takes the towel from me and slowly runs it down my arms, chest, and back. He then kneels before me and towels off my thighs, calves, and feet. He caresses the backs of my upper thigh, tickling me a bit then kisses my most intimate place. I suck in a lungful of air and say, "Oh, God," but I'm not sure the words are audible or not. I fist my fingers in his hair when his tongue darts out of his mouth and lightly circles my nubbin. "Mmm." He abruptly stops and lifts me into his arms. I cup his face with my hands and impatiently thrust my tongue into his eager mouth.

"God, I can't wait until I'm inside you," he roughly says as he pants against my lips. Somehow he manages to get the door open and we groan. Tessa is on the verge of a meltdown.

"You better put me down," I sigh. He sits me on my feet, and I quickly grab my robe from behind the bathroom door. "Sorry, baby, but I think our daughter needs me."

"It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type," he says, kissing my cheek. I grab his arm and pull him toward me.

"Raincheck?" I ask, a hopeful tone thick in my voice.

"You got it, love," he says.

"I'll hurry," I say, taking his manhood in my hand, "then we can take care of this." A rumbling growl resonates from deep in his throat.

"Take your time," he says, moving my hand away. "We'll pick up where we left off later." Tessa goes from crying to full-fledged wailing. "You better get her before she wakes up her brother." I go to Tessa's crib and pick her up.

"Don't cry, little one," I say. "Mommy's here." After changing her diaper, I sit in her rocking chair, open my robe, and put her to my breast. She latches onto my sensitive nipple and suckles impatiently. "Slow down, baby girl. You shouldn't be this hungry again so soon. I hope you're not getting sick again." After she's nursed for about five minutes, she slows down to a nice steady rhythm. I expect her eyelids to droop after a while but she's still bright eyed. I hum a lullaby after she burps, and she stares up at me. When she finishes nursing, I close up my robe and continue rocking her. "Are you getting tired yet?" She smiles at me and struggles to sit up in my arms so I put her up against my shoulder. I hope that she will lie her head down but she doesn't. "Do you want to go for a walk?" I get up and go into our bedroom so we can lie down with Tobias but he's not there so I go downstairs. "What are you doing?" I sit down on the couch next to him, and he looks at me with grave eyes. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Zander's new intern dropped this off," he says, holding up the folder in his hand.

"The one with the pink spiky hair and black diamond stud in her nose?" I ask.

"That would be the one."

"What's her name?" I ask, wracking my brain but nothing comes.

"I have no idea," he says.

"Yeah, me neither," I say. "Is that Harrison's autopsy? I didn't think Zander was doing it until tomorrow?"

"No, it's Sam's," he says. "What Avery and Afton said about Sam being poisoned piqued my interest, so I called Zander and told him I wanted her file pulled and sent along with Harrison's autopsy when he got it done. He must have realized how much I wanted this information because he had it brought to me immediately.

"There are also notes from a thorough visual inspection of Harrison's body. His injuries are nearly identical to Sam's. I think it's safe to assume they were both killed by the same person. What interests me the most is that right here in both reports it says there's a small injection site on the neck, which caused a reaction of some sort. I think that's the redness and swelling that I saw and assumed was ligature marks."

"How did we not know about this before?" I ask. Tobias' eyes soften when he looks at Tessa who is smiling up at him.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore tonight," he says. He takes Tessa out of my arms, and she excitedly kicks. I don't think she's going to sleep anytime soon, and I'm having a hard time holding my eyelids open. He hugs her to his chest but she won't lie her head down. "I don't think this one is ready for bed but you are."

"All of a sudden I'm exhausted," I say. "I can barely keep my eyes open."

"I'll stay up with her," he says. "You go to bed."

"I'd like to argue with you but I'm too tired." I give him a soft kiss after running my fingers through his hair. "I love you. I'll see you in the morning."

"I love you, too," he says. I kiss Tessa's head, tell her I love her then go to the staircase. I carefully ascend the stairs and go straight to bed, and I think I fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.