Lauren's laptop not only is in Candor but it's in Candor's headquarters, The Merciless Mart? This actually doesn't surprise me. I've always figured that Molly and Drew had to have help from inside their born faction but this proves it. But the big question is who is the traitor? Will it be Molly's mother or stepfather or will it be someone from Drew's family? Maybe it's Olivia's mother or maybe it's her father lending them a hand. There is one person without a doubt I know that I don't want it to be and that is Ruth Hayes. I don't think I would be able to trust myself around anyone new ever again if she's betrayed me after opening my heart and my home to her. I consider her more than a friend. She may not be my husband's mother, and I hate her son completely, but I think of her as my mother-in-law.

"You say it's in their headquarters?" Tobias asks and Callen nods. "If I call their leader right now, can I tell him exactly where to look for it?"

"Yes," Callen says. Well that's promising. Maybe Molly, Olivia, and Lauren will be hiding with it and taken into custody within the hour. It's unlikely but a girl can dream. "It's in room 534." Tobias drags his phone out of his pocket and dials Jack Kang.

"Jack, Four here. Sorry for the wake-up call but there's been a development that I thought you would want to be made aware of right away. One of our computer technicians just discovered where Lauren Jones' laptop is. Apparently, it's in room 534 of your headquarters … Yeah, I'm 100% sure of the information. I trust him and his skills fully … No, we have no way of knowing if Lauren or Molly and Olivia for that matter are with it but if you find it unattended, maybe you could set up surveillance to see who comes back for it and arrest them then … Yes, our list of suspects include Molly's mother and stepfather, Drew's parents, Olivia's parents, and although it is highly unlikely, Peter's mother … It's obviously not our fault but Molly and Drew are excellent storytellers. They might have been able to convince their parents of our guilt and recruited any one of them … Will you let me know what you find … Thanks. Can I run something by you before I let you go … We have a prisoner here who is receiving care for a couple gunshot wounds … Yes, that's right. I shot the bastard. He tried to kill my wife. Anyway, I want him interrogated under truth serum as soon as possible. Does he have to wait for his wounds to heal or can he just be stable … Good. I'll give you Dr. Parrish's number and you can coordinate with him on Drew's progress. He has important answers locked in his mind, and the coward won't open his mouth. We really need to know what he knows, and we needed to know it yesterday." He gives Jack Zander's number then hangs up after saying his goodbyes. "He thinks that as long as Drew is stable, he'll be able to handle the truth serum. Apparently, it's been administered to Candor members on death's door, and they've tolerated it well enough. If Zander okays it, they will come here later today and do the interrogation. He understands the time sensitive nature of the situation."

"Did he give you an idea of whose office her laptop is in?" I ask. I'm getting to the point where I can barely keep my eyes open and know that I won't be long for this conversation.

"The fifth floor houses attorneys, judges, and courtrooms," Tobias says. "Jack wasn't sure which office belongs to what person. He's going to have that looked into."

"I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," I say. I fight as hard as I can but finally yawn widely.

"Will you hold her?" Tobias asks as he hands Tessa to Callen who looks uncomfortable taking my daughter then he comes over and picks Peanut up off my chest. She immediately lays her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes. I notice that both my girls are as sleepy as I am. "I'll be right back, love. I'm just going to put the girls down across the hall. Go ahead and get some rest."

"Sleep tight, girls," I say. "Mommy loves you."

"They love you, too," Tobias says as he dims the lights then makes his way out of the room. I should fall directly to sleep because I'm tired enough to sleep for a week but I fight with all my strength against the darkness, needing to see him one last time before I let the fatigue consume me.

"There you are," I mutter as he comes back into the room. His brows shoot up in surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting me to be awake.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asks. He sits on the edge of the mattress and lightly caresses my jaw with his knuckles. "You're obviously exhausted."

"I needed to see you one last time before I close my eyes," I say. "Will you lie down with me?"

"Of course," he says. He kisses my forehead before he gets up. He slips out of his shoes and lifts his shirt off over his head and unceremoniously drops it to the floor then gets into the narrow hospital bed beside me. I relax when I cuddle up next to him, resting my head on his bare chest as he takes me in his arms. "Go to sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

"You promise?" I think I hear him sigh but I'm not sure.

"I promise, Beatrice Grace," he says. "I'm not going anywhere. This is real."

"I love you more than I knew," I mumble as I drift off to sleep. I don't know how long I sleep or if I dream or not. I wish I could say that I wake refreshed and ready to face the day but the truth is throbbing pain all over my body pulls me kicking and screaming from my slumber. After fighting it for a couple minutes, I drag my heavy eyelids open and find the most beautiful light blue eyes staring back at me tentatively.

"Hi, Mommy," Tyler says.

"Hi, buddy," I say as I reach out and caress his cheek.

"I missed you," he says, his bottom lip protruding poutily. "You sleep a long time. I cwied."

"Oh, baby," I say as I adjust the bed and take him in my arms. "Mommy didn't mean to make you cry." I hug him tightly and pepper his head with kisses. "You should never be sad because of me."

"I happy now 'cause you waked up," he says. "Daddy say you huwt. You be otay?"

"I'm going to be just fine," I say. "It's nothing you need to worry about." His eyes widen, and I realize he's looking at the long stitched up cut on my arm. "This is my cut." I turn my wrist and try not to wince in front of him. I hate lying but he needs reassurance right now. "It doesn't even hurt." He narrows his eyes at me, looking so much like his father. I must not be a very good actress today because it's obvious he doesn't believe me. "Okay, it hurts just a little bit." I hold my thumb and forefinger a small distance away from each other, demonstrating to him that the pain isn't as severe as he thinks it is.

"Can I kiss you ouchie?" he asks, so sincere. "You kiss mine and I get bettew."

"Of course you can," I say, hugging him tightly to me once again. "That is so sweet of you to offer."

"But be careful," Tobias says, his voice coming from behind me. Tyler very carefully puts his lips over the cut on my wrist and kisses it.

"Thank you," I say. "It feels so much better already."

"I knowed it would," he says with a little giggle. I look up over my shoulder at Tobias.

"Good morning, handsome," I say. "It's so good to see you."

"Bad dreams?" he asks, obviously concerned so I give him a smile to ease his fears.

"None that I can remember," I say. As he leans over and brushes his lips against mine, I hear Tyler snicker, and I can't help but sigh. I look back at my son who has his little hands over his eyes and chuckle. "Should I kiss you instead of Daddy?"

"No kisses," he says. I pretend to pout when he peeks out from between his fingers.

"How will I ever make it through the day without kisses from my two favorite guys? I'll be so sad." He takes his hands away and stares for a moment then lunges at me without really thinking. He wraps his arms around my neck and peppers my face with kisses like I do to him sometimes, causing me to laugh almost uncontrollably.

"No be sad," he finally says. "I give you lots of kisses."

"Thank you so much," I say.

"Now you don't need none from Daddy," he innocently says.

"You really think that, don't you?" Tobias asks.

"Yep!" he says.

"So have you been up long?" I ask Tyler then I look at Tobias and add, "What time is it?"

"I been up long time," Tyler says. "I eated toast with Uncle Wiah." At least it wasn't cake. "Then I comed in hewe to see Daddy and you. It been long time."

"It's almost 10 a.m.," Tobias says. "Are you hungry?" When I think about it, I realize just how hungry I am.

"I'm starving," I say. "The last thing I ate was Sunday night at Mom and Dad's."

"Let me tell the nurse that you're awake," he says. Instead of leaving the room he presses the button Zander told me to use last night if I needed him. Within a minute, Marlene comes into the room.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see your eyes open," she says as she approaches my bedside. "Dr. Parrish called for a full exam, and I thought maybe you would like to take a shower after. Would you like breakfast first?"

"I think that would be a good thing," I say. "I don't want to get dizzy in the shower. I'm pretty hungry."

"Okay," she says. "You don't have any dietary restrictions. What would you like?"

"Some scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit would be nice," I say.

"I'll put the order in then let you eat with Four and Tyler," she says. "After that, I'll need about an hour of your time."

"Jack and the other leaders of Candor are coming at 1 o'clock to interrogate Drew," Tobias says.

"I need to be there," I say.

"Okay," Marlene says. "I better get breakfast for you then. I'm glad you're okay. Can I send Christina in? She's beside herself."

"Yeah," I say. "I want to see her."

"I'll send her in then," she says as she heads out the door.

"Everyone is clamoring to see you," Tobias says as he sits down next to Tyler just as Christina bursts into the room like a tornado.

"Tris! I didn't think I would ever see you again," she says as she wraps her arms around my upper body and squeezes.

"Be careful with her," Tobias gruffly says sounding like Four as he shakes his head. "Tyler, let's give these two some privacy. You can see Mommy again later." He pouts so I kiss his head and give him a hug, which he returns full force. Tobias picks him up off the bed then kisses my temple. "I'll be across the hall with your parents and the kids if you need me for anything. I love you."

"I love you, too," I say.

"Try not to break my wife, Christina."

"I won't hurt her," she defiantly says. Once we're alone, she lets out a big sigh. "First my husband is almost taken away from me because of these psychos and then my best friend. I'm not sure my heart can handle more of this."

"I'm sorry," I say, remembering that Will just got out of the infirmary the morning I was attacked. "It really has been an eventful week."

"They told me you were injected with the same serum that killed Harrison. Was it horrible?" I tense up, thinking about the simulation.

"I really can't tell you what the serum itself was like because I don't even remember being injected," I say. The look on her face tells me that Tobias hasn't shared many details if any with my friends about my ordeal. "I only remember the simulation I was in, which made me think that Four was the one who was injected with the Frankenstein Serum." I recount every detail I can remember from the time I thought he was injected until I woke up with him hovering above me. During the middle of the story, a cafeteria worker brings in a plateful of fluffy scrambled eggs that nearly rival Tobias', a bowl of mixed fruit, two slices of crispy bacon I didn't ask for, and two pieces of wheat toast slathered with honey butter. Christina encourages me to eat while I continue telling her what happened.

"You really thought he died?" she quietly asks. "I can't imagine."

"Yeah," I say. "It was horrible. I was so confused when I woke up. I was convinced I was dreaming and that if I closed my eyes he would disappear forever." Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt. "Thankfully, I don't believe that anymore."

"I'm so glad," she says.

"How's Will?" I ask. "He hasn't gotten much recuperation time before the shit hit the fan."

"He needs some rest but he won't stop," she says, obviously worried. "He's pushing himself and I'm … concerned. I want Molly, Lauren, and Olivia found just as much as the next guy but not at the expense of his health. Even Four has tried to get him to slow down but it hasn't done any good. He seems like a totally different guy all of a sudden." My Dad's warnings about Will's possible personality change echo in my head but it's entirely too soon for that to happen. It must be the stress of the situation.

"We're all under a lot of stress for one reason or another," I say. "Give him time. He'll be fine. He wants them caught so everyone in Dauntless will be safe, especially you and Liam."

"I'm sure you're right," she says. "But this situation with Molly and Drew is getting more and more out of hand."

"I'm really sorry, Christina," I say. "None of this would be happening if it weren't for me."

"Do you think I blame you for any of this?" she asks, sounding appalled. "Never! I blame one person and one person alone and that is Molly Atwood. I'd blame Drew also but he's never had an original thought in that pea-sized brain of his. He's her lapdog. If she told him to inject himself with the serum, he would do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked and probably thank her." She shakes her head in disgust.

"I blame her, too," I say with a sigh, "but I think I'll always feel a sense of responsibility for the people who died. I still don't know what I did to make them, especially Peter, single me out in the first place. They were awful to me, and I never did a damn thing to them."

"You're right. You never did anything to them. What you did was show bravery that first day on the roof, courage the Dauntless-born didn't even have. You jumped first. You impressed so many people but you also shone a light on yourself that Peter just couldn't ignore. That's all you did."

"I've been over that day so many times in my head," I say. "Just think, if I would have gone second, all this could have been avoided. Someone else could have been their target."

"Tris, you can't change who you are and you shouldn't try," she says. "I honestly believe that's what made him first notice you but if it wasn't that it would have been something else. Whether you know it or not, you have the tendency to stand out."

"Listen to your friend," Tobias says. "She's telling you the truth." Christina and I look toward the sound of his voice and I can't help but blush at their compliment. They think I'm stronger, braver than I am.

"How long have you been there?" I ask.

"Didn't anyone tell you it's not nice to eavesdrop?" Christina asks and I honestly can't tell if she's kidding or not. Tobias' face starts to transform, and she begins to laugh. "Keep your pants on Four. You need to learn to take a joke." He closes his eyes and inhales deeply.

"It's really not a good time for a joke," I say.

"Yeah, it is," she says. "I swear that if I can't laugh, I'm going to breakdown and cry, and I really don't want to do that."

"I understand," I say.

"What do you say that when this is all said and done, you and I have a spa day just the two of us? It's been a long time since we had girl time. Then we can get babysitters for the kids that night and have a double date with our husbands. We deserve a day off after everything we've been through."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," I say.

"I better get home," she says. "I need to spend some time with my baby boy. It's been too long since we've just sat around and snuggled." She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly. "I'll talk to you soon. You have no idea how happy I am that you're going to be okay. My life would suck without you."

"I love you, too, Christina," I say with a chuckle. She's so Candor unless she's expressing her deepest feelings then she's insecure. A knock on the door draws our attention and Marlene walks in.

"Are you ready for me?" she asks.

"Yeah, but can you give me a minute with Four?" I ask. "Have a good time with Liam, Christina. I'll see you soon." She gives me another hug then accompanies Marlene outside, leaving me alone with my husband. He sits on the bed next to me and takes my hand in his.

"What can I do for you, love?" he asks.

"I haven't had two minutes alone with you since I woke up," I say. "I've missed you." I cup the back of his head with my better hand and pull his mouth to mine. Our lips and tongues synchronize, and I melt into his kiss.

"Good morning," he breathlessly says when we break apart. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw your beautiful eyes flutter open this morning but Tyler got to you first."

"Thank you for bringing him in," I say. "I feel slightly better since I've seen them all. I'll be even better when I can get home. I never know how incomplete I feel until I haven't seen the kids for a while. I'm such a mom."

"You are the best mother in the world," he says. "My kids are lucky to have you."

"That's exactly how I feel about you."

"You think I'm a good mother?" His smile is infectious and I laugh, which makes me wince.

"You know what I mean," I say, my hand moving to the throbbing ache in my hip.

"Do you need more pain meds?"

"I can't tell you when I last had a dose," I say. "I'll talk to Marlene about it when she does my examination. Will you do me a favor while I'm occupied with her?"

"Of course."

"Get yourself cleaned up," I say as I run my fingers over his three-day beard. "I'm sure there's a shower here somewhere that you can use. It's too bad we couldn't take one together," I softly kiss his lips, "but I have a feeling that's going to be off the table for a while."

"Unfortunately," he says, voicing what I'm thinking.

"The wait will make it better," I say. I really don't know who I'm trying to convince though, him or me.

"I'm not sure you believe that," he says. "You seem sad."

"I am," I say then my attitude shifts. "A little pissed, too. I'm tired of other peoples' agendas interrupting our love life. It sucks."

"You're cute when you get pissed off," he says as he threads his fingers into my hair then he flirtatiously rubs the tips of our noses lightly together. "I love you, Mrs. Eaton."

"I love you, Mr. Eaton," I say. "I didn't know how much though until this happened. You bring out the best in me and I'd be lost without you."

"Am I interrupting something?" Marlene asks just as our lips touch, causing us to groan into each other's mouths.

"No, you're not," I say as Tobias lets me go and gets up off the bed.

"I'm going to check on the kids then take care of this," he says, rubbing his stubbled chin.

"I like that," I say. Out of the corner of my eye I see Marlene roll her eyes.

"Out, Four, or Tris will never be ready for Drew's interrogation."

"Fine," he says.

"See you later, baby," I whisper after a final kiss. "You better go." He kisses my forehead and as he's getting ready to go, his phone rings. Before answering, he looks at the caller ID.

"I've got to take this," he says. "I'll be back soon, Tris. Love you." I watch as he ducks out into the hallway to answer his call.

"So how are you feeling this morning?" she asks.

"I hurt, Marlene … all over," I say. "Where I hit my head is tender and sore, my hip has a dull aching throb in it, my hand feels like it's on fire and it's throbbing, too, and I generally feel tired and weak. I didn't feel this bad when I got shot earlier this year."

"I'll get you something for the pain," she says. She goes to the cupboard on the wall and retrieves a syringe full of something. "You should have said something earlier."

"I guess I was trying to be tough."

"Stupid Dauntless and their pride," she scoffs, shaking her head in disgust. "I'm sorry but it's so maddening. If you are in pain, tell us. There's no need for you to suffer needlessly. Think of it this way, if Tyler got hurt would you withhold treatment or pain medicine to toughen him up and show everyone else how brave and tough he is?"

"No!" I say, my voice three full octaves higher. "I would never make any of my children suffer like that."

"Then why do you do it to yourself?" I never thought of it that way. Dauntless as a whole has a bad habit of trying to not show any weakness. I guess we need to do a better job of educating people against this.

"You're right," I say.

"I just have a hard time seeing any of my patients, or my friends for that matter, in pain."

"I understand how you feel," I say. "I don't like seeing others in pain either. I don't know why I make myself suffer."

We chat about my simulation while she does a thorough physical examination including poking and prodding, taking blood and urine samples, and taking my vitals in every position imaginable. She shows me each one of my wounds, which number in the double digits. It's no wonder my body hurts. After she relieves me of my catheter, she helps me to the bathroom in the corner of the room. Each step I take on my left leg elicits increasing pain. The injury on my hip may not be life threatening and it might not have done any permanent damage but it hurts like hell. I swear if I get my hands on Olivia, I'll kill her. I should have killed her for kissing Tobias and then maybe I wouldn't be standing under this weak spray of lukewarm water, breathing through the discomfort, trying to wash off over three days' worth of dirt, grime, and dried blood. I'm surprised anyone could stand being within two feet of me.

"I'm done," I grunt. Marlene helps me dry off then change into a pair of black cotton pajama pants and a matching black and pink nursing cami and robe.

"I need to get a couple pairs of these for at home," I say once they are on. "They're really comfortable and I like how the cups unclip to nurse the girls. That's really handy."

"We just started giving those to nursing mothers," she says as we step out into the room. I stop in my tracks when I see Tobias. His hair is wet, too, and he's changed into a clean outfit someone obviously brought him but I see that he didn't shave. He did trim up the stray whiskers though. He meets me halfway to the bed with a wheelchair.

"Your chariot awaits, love," he says, wearing a sexy smile. He and Marlene both help me into the wheelchair then he kneels in front of me and holds out a bright pink pair of slippers that match my PJs. "Let me help you." He holds each foot in his large hand and slides the slippers into place then rests my feet on the footrests. "Did you have a nice shower?"

"It wasn't ours," I say, "but I feel better now. How about you?"

"All I can really say is I'm clean," he says. "I think it's time for the infirmary to get a bit of a facelift."

"It could use it," Marlene says as she gathers my blood and urine samples to take to the lab. "It's been decades since anything but repairs were done to this place."

"That settles it. We'll put an infirmary remodel on the calendar," I say as I look at the clock, which reads nearly 1 p.m. "We better go, Four. We need to hear what Drew has to say."