A/N: Hey! This is my first Crossover, and I'm a (very) new Divergent fan, so reviews/ critiques are very appreciated ! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or Divergent.

Tobias/Four's Point of View

"Four." Uriah greets me nervously. "Can you come to Tori's room?" We walk, and I am greeted by a large box on Tori's bed, which Harrison and Tori are eyeing suspiciously, knives in hand.

"What's in it?" I ask, leaning against the wall. A high pitched shout and a banging fills me in and my eyes widen. "There's a chick in there?"

"And a man." Zeke says, materializing seeming out of nowhere. "Though he's more polite." I briefly wonder how two humans fit in a box that size, because although it's large, it's still only the size of a refrigerator. Zeke tosses a gun my way. "They don't seem to be of any distinct faction, and we wanted your expertise in case they get frisky."

"What's a faction?" The woman asks loudly, demanding an answer.

"Shut up." I say. "And when you come out, put your hands on your head."

I nod at Tori and she slices the box open briskly. A skinny teenager with a long black braid slithers out and puts her hand on her head, staring defiantly at me. I train my gun on her as a young blond man stumbles out, placing his hand on his head and standing next to the woman, eyes taking in his surroundings.

"Where are we?" The girl demands.

"In case you haven't noticed," I start. "I'm the one with the gun. Which means that I get to ask the questions."

"Your safety's on." She says flatly. I glance down. Is Zeke really that stupid? In an instance I'm on the ground, barrel of my gun pressed to the back of my skull, courtesy of psycho girl. "If anyone moves," She says, voice dangerously low, "Your leader's head gets blown to bits."

"Katniss," The boy says. "Don't you think you're being a bit rash?"

"I do." Uriah snorts, still not moving. I roll my eyes, still waiting for her to unlodge her foot from in between my shoulder blades.

"They don't look like Capitol citizens to me." The boy says.

'Katniss' speaks. "Better safe than sorry." She grumbles.

He lifts her up off me, grabbing the gun by the barrel and handing to me. "Looks like we got off on the wrong foot." He says, giving me a smile. He sticks out his hand. "I'm Peeta."

"Like the bread?" I ask, lowering my gun, but still keeping a finger on the trigger.

"Spelled differently." He explains. "My parents were bakers."

"I'm Four.'' I say.

"It's a pleasure." He says.

"This is Tori, Zeke, Uriah and Harrison." I say, nodding to each person. All the Dauntless eyes in the room find me, awaiting instructions. "Pat them down." I instruct.

Uriah walks over to where Zeke is restraining a now statue- still Katniss, and he tries to make her mad, his hands lingering to long over certain areas. She scowls at him before kneeing him where it hurts. Peeta watches, amused, arms out as Harrison checks him.

"Where are we?" Katniss asks for what feels like the millionth time today.

I ignore her and address Harrison, whose arm grips Peeta's. "Do we have any truth serum?"

"Yeah." He says. "You want it?"

"Yes, please." I say. "And some handcuffs."

He radios for someone to bring the requested items and Katniss again struggles, Peeta's muscles tense.

"Chill, little girl." I say, addressing Katniss . "We're not going to hurt you. We just need the truth."

"I'm not a little girl." She says. "I'm eighteen."

The door opens and Tris walks in, holding the cuffs, a syringe, and a bottle of truth serum.

I take the cuffs, suddenly very glad she brought the style with attached leg shackles. I do Katniss up first, attaching her to one of the kitchen chairs before doing the same to Peeta.

I draw a syringe full of the serum. "Any volunteers?" I ask, holing the needle up.

"I'll go first." Peeta offers.

I inject him, and soon it takes effect as he slumps against the chair.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Peeta Mellark." He says.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Where are you from?"

"District Twelve." He says.

I'm confused. Very. Has he managed to combat the serum while making it look like he was susceptible to it? "Where is District Twelve?" I ask.

"Panem. In the area that used to be Appalachia." He says.

"Why do you think you were sent here?" I ask.

"I think someone wanted Katniss tortured." Peeta says. "And the best way to a girl is through an ally, right?"

"Why would someone want Katniss tortured?"

"Because she's the mockingjay."

"What?" I ask. "Isn't a mockingjay a songbird?''

"No, no, the mockingjay as in the symbol of the rebellion.''

Peeta sits up a little straighter, and I can tell the serum is starting to wear off. "What rebellion?" I ask.

"The one between the districts and The Capitol."

"Is it ongoing?"

"No." I can tell he's holding back.

"Put him in the fear landscape room." I say. "Don't do anything, though, I want to interrogate the girl first." They nod, and everyone but Tris exits.

I pick up Katniss by the chair she's sitting in and carelessly drop her on the floor. I'm not really inclined to be nice to people like her. I draw a syringe full or serum.

Katniss' voice is icy. "I won't tell you anything."

I meet her gaze. "Oh really?"

The sound of her chair breaking fills the room.