SO I've wanted to do this for like ever because you know what Zeke doesn't get enough credit. It's always Four or Uriah and I am not dealing with it anymore. So here we go.

Chapter one

Tris's prov.

I stretch my tired muscles as I glance at my watch. Three more hours. I groan. I awkwardly try to man-over my gun to the side as I attempt to massage my neck. But it's all in vain, my muscles still protesting with every movement. With a sigh I grit my teeth and bare it forcing my body to move to my next post. After initiation the top five in rank where given their a choice of jobs. As I ranked first I was given first pick. But dauntless ambassador, leader in training, tattoo artist and the control room just seemed so... Dull. I would spend my days sitting around doing paper work or watching a screen. I chose dauntless for the excitement, the bravery, to protect the city. Not to sit around a desk all day. So here I am guarding the fence, and boy did that choice kick off a storm. Apparently choosing the fence was unheard of, no matter what rank. But oh well. When I reach the post a familiar face greats me.

"Miss Prior your shift ended four hours ago." Zeke says laughter filling his voice as he folds his arms, casually leaning against a wooden log.

"Tell that to Chris." I smile. "Looks like we're both covering tonight." I nudge him in the shoulder playfully.

"I know Tris!" He says slinging an arm round me and pulling me against him. "We're just used and abused for our kind, naive and selfless nature."

"We're just damsels in distress!" I say joining his dramatic persona. "Damsels I tell you!"

"Its okay Tris, I'll be your hero if you're mine." He winks.

"Only if you wear tights." I say winking back.

He gives me an incredulous look. "Obviously."

We stare at each other straight faced for about five seconds before we both lose it. The laughter almost causing us to barrel over. After about five minutes we're both wiping tears from our eyes as Will walks towards us.

"Who was stupid enough to let the two of you guard together?" He asks with a stern tone but his grin gives him away.

"Well your girlfriend's puking her guts up." I chime. Giving him a mock salute.

"And Uriah... well he didn't technically tell me but considering it's Marlenes day off I'm going to say he's a little preoccupied." He wiggles his eyebrows as he joins my salute.

"So we're the best you got." We say in unison with a high five.

Will looks up to the sky in anguish.

"Hey, this is what I do for a living you know. I got this."

"And I." Zeke points to his cocky grin. "Am amazing at everything. So have no fear."

I let out a snort causing Zeke to give me an accusing glance.

Will shakes his head aimlessly. "It's not your skills, It's you guys together that I'm worried about."

I hold my hand to my heart with a gasp. "It's not our fault that together we make the ultimate tag team of awesome."

Zeke nods along. "The girl knows."

Will just lets out a deep breath and walks back to his position. Apparently having given up. Like he always does.

Me and Zeke have been like this since last year when me stealing the last piece of dauntless cake turned into war. We started throwing insults at each other and making jokes at the others expense. This turned into long ongoing banter and eventually we just bonded, we realised how similar are humour was and decided that teaming up would be the best thing not just for us but the world. We've been inseparable besties ever since.

"When do we finish?" Zeke asks fiddling with his gun.

I recheck my watch happy to see two hours have already flown by. "An hour."

He leans his head back and screams "Praise the lord!" Up to the sky.

"Awh not used to a real days work are we slacker?" I say with mock sympathy as I pat him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, I've already done my days work."

"Playing computer games in the control room doesn't count as work Zeke."

He gives me a small shove. "I do not! I take my work very seriously." He defends as his bottom lip coming out in a pout.

I arch an eyebrow at him. "Last week you made me go to work with you so we could spend five hours coming up with the perfect handshake" I throw back.

"And we totally achieved it." He says folding his arms. "Your welcome by the way."

I shake my head at him as a yawn escapes. And I realize just how much these double shifts have taken a toll on my body. My muscles that previously ached now scream in pain and I begin to almost find the gun too difficult to hold.

"Tris you alright?" Zeke asks a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine." I wave off. "Don't try to do the whole daddy Zeke thing on me."

I watch as he fiddles around with his gun, muttering something along the lines of if I was his daughter he'd shoot himself. I pay it no mind concentrating instead on keeping my eyes open. Until I find a hand on my gun. I turn to see Zeke has attached the straps to his gun and hung it behind his back. He tries to snatch the gun from my grasp but I pull away.

"No. Unlike some people I actually take work properly." I say turning from him and hugging the gun to my head.

"Tris, that made no sense." He says his hands coming around me as he once again tries to grip the gun. Which I keep hidden as I flail my body around. "Stop being so damn stubborn."

"It's my gun."

"Is not."

"Is too." I reply childishly.

"Actually it's dauntlesses gun. And as the elder member of dauntless, that makes it mine. So give me the damn gun." He commands.

Finally deciding resistance is futile I hand my gun over. Zeke has a triumphant on his face as he slides it into one of his hands.

"This might be my biggest achievement." He says with a grin. "I got Tris Prior to change her mind." He makes an O with his mouth. "I must tell Chicago. All of Chicago."

"Yeah whatever you say." I yawn, giving up with pretending fatigue hadn't hit me like a brick wall.

"Oooh maybe I'll make a banner. A really big..." His voice trails off as he catches sight of me. "Oh my god Tris you need to sit down."

"mmhmm." I say glancing at my watch. "Oh my god Zeke."

"What? Are you okay? What happened?" His tone flustered as he pulls my head up by my chin. His overprotective brother coming through.

"Our shift is up." I say my grin growing. "Oh my god we can sle... Oh god." I moan remembering Christina sprawled on our couch spewing like a hose. Zeke guides me to the weapons shed to return our guns as I mope in self pity.

He turns to me as we check out and from the looks of it sees the depression on my face.

He gives me a smug smile. "You forgot about Christina the vile in the middle of your apartment didn't you?"

I give him a pathetic nod as I scrunch up my face.

"What do you say?"

I roll my eyes at him with a huff. "Zeke oh great and awesome one will you please let your lowly best friend sleep on your couch tonight?" I say dramatically clutching my hands together.

He lets out a loud snort. "I have one condition second awesome in command."

I let out a long groan. Our conditions never end well they're always something horrific, embarrassing and just mean.

"What?"

"Candor or dauntless party." He says tugging at my hair and tying it into a bow. "Tomorrow night."

I feel my eyes slide into a glare. I don't mind Candor or Dauntless just as long as me and Zeke don't play it together. But apparently that's his favorite thing in the whole world.

"Fine." I say flatly. Right now I'd take sleep over dignity. No question. "But I get a piggy back back to dauntless."

Within a second he's already swung me onto his back and I wrap my legs around his chest as he holds my thighs for balance.

"Too easy, I was going to do it anyway. Plus you weigh like two pounds."

I bat him on the head as I feel my eyes slowly fall close and I give into much needed sleep.

I will be carrying on with the other story. But I've just been so angry with the lack of Zeke appreciation lately.