A Different Divergent: A Better Tomorrow

~fifty-seven~

Chapter 57

The stack of files in my hand drops and scatters across the floor like they are moving in slow motion. Tobias stops what he's doing and rushes toward me, taking me in his arms, ignoring the official paperwork strewn throughout our kitchen. Panic, which started in my chest is rapidly moving outward and taking over my body. My knees buckle but Tobias keeps me from crumpling to the floor in a heap. He helps me into the living room so that I can sit down on the loveseat.

"Tris, love, you need to calm down before you go into labor," he gently says. That wouldn't be so bad. "We don't know if someone has been in here."

"You don't believe that any more than I do," I say, my voice quivering.

"Listen, we've been packing items and moving them to the new apartment, so we could have accidentally misplaced things. We've both been stressed about initiation and then Sam died. We learned Molly is up to something. Now we have Harrison's death to contend with. Maybe we've just been preoccupied." I think about what he's saying and it makes perfect sense. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions.

"Can we at least have Zeke check the security cameras?" I ask. "It would make me feel better."

"Of course," he says. A knock on the door tears our attention away from each other. Tobias gets up to answer it.

"Hey, man," Zeke says as he steps inside. Speak of the devil. The minute he sees the look on my face he knows something is wrong. "What's going on? Did you get some news about Harrison?"

"Zeke, I'm glad you're the first one here," Tobias says, closing the door behind him. "Tris and I might have a problem." As he emphasizes the word "might," he looks my way. "Without going into a lot of detail - there's just not enough time right now - we have reason to believe that someone's been breaking into the apartment." Zeke's normally happy go lucky expression slowly fades and is replaced by an eerily similar Four-like look.

"I expect an explanation later but what do you need from me?" he asks, sounding more like his best friend's alter ego than himself.

"I need you to pull security cam footage from the stairway and hallway," Tobias says.

"The footage from the Pire, too," I say. "What's going on here could be related to Molly's intrusion or Sam and Harrison's deaths."

"We don't know that," Tobias says.

"You're right," I say. "We don't know anything."

"That's a lot of footage, Tris, on top of all the other feeds we have to go through," Zeke says, interrupting our bickering. "It's going to take time to go through it."

"I'm volunteering myself to help go through it," I say. "I contemplated maternity leave last night when we were walking to the Pit. I'm going to have to start limiting the number of trips there so spending my days in the control room seems perfect."

"In that case, I'll get right on it after the meeting," he says. "Uh, what's up with the paper?" Oh, I forgot about that.

"I dropped it," I say.

I start to get up so I can clean up my mess but Tobias says, "I'll get it."

"I'll help you," Zeke says.

"Just pick them up, and I'll fix the files." They quickly gather the scattered paper and Zeke hands them to me. I put them in a large pile so I can sort them later. "Wow it smells good in here." My stomach growls embarrassingly loudly when I sit down next to Zeke at the island.

"Hungry, Tris?" he asks with a smirk on his face.

"You want a beat down?" I ask, a little brusquer than I intend.