A/N: First off, thank you so very much for all the reviews! I love the feedback, and hearing everyone's different theories. Also, I am so sorry that this took so long to post! I have had a lot of shit happening in life recently. Some good, but mostly bad, and it basically burned my desire to write. But I've finally found the inspiration. I hope you enjoy this chapter despite how short it is, and I thank you so much for sticking with me and this story!

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"Ms. Everdeen, we need to talk."

Katniss knew that voice. Her wariness was now replaced with a mixture of anxiety and hope. She threw the door open, revealing a very tired looking detective. "Detective Reed!"

He held up a hand as she went to ask her next question. "I'm sorry Ms. Everdeen. I'm not here about Peeta's case."

And there it was. Her cheery demeanor diminished. "Oh. I see." She thought this over as she stepped aside. "Please come in, detective."

The tall man thanked her as he stepped inside, pulling his leather coat tighter around his shoulders. His thick brown hair was slicked back, his eyes of the same color examining the apartment frantically. He turned to her as she shut the door. "Is your fiancé home?"

Katniss frowned. "No. Not at the moment."

The look of relief on his face prompted her to ask the reason for his visit. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "A very important matter. May we sit?"

She nodded and took a seat at her couch. He followed suit quickly, eyes darting about as though he was half afraid she was lying about Cato's absence. "I'm here today to discuss with you the case of your fiancé's fellow tribute's mysterious death. Perhaps you remember?"

Katniss nodded. Clove had fallen ill not long after the 74th games had ended. Many thought it odd, but diseases weren't ridiculously impossible to develop in the higher districts. Just less likely. "What about it?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "New evidence leads us to believe that foul play may have been the true cause of her death."

Katniss' frown deepened. "What sort of evidence?"

"Blood work." He stated simply. "It shows a toxin was present in her system prior to her death. Somehow, these results were lost while the case was still open, which led to it being closed as a simple disease related death. However, In light of this new evidence, the case had been reopened."

Finally she understood. "And Cato is your lead suspect, isn't he?"

His discomfort couldn't have been more obvious. "Indeed he is. I need to know Ms. Everdeen, has he been acting suspiciously recently?"

Katniss scoffed. "Not at all. He's very attentive, always comes home when he says he will. He's the perfect fiancé in every way."

"Aside from the fact that he just happened to forget the two year anniversary of your previous boyfriend's death?"

A prickle of fear entered her heart, but was immediately drowned out by rage. "How would you know that? No one but myself, Cato and Prim knew about that!"

"And your mother."

Katniss cursed him instantly as the words left his mouth. "You spoke to my mother?"

He nodded. "She was very helpful. Absolutely assured me that Cato couldn't have had any sort of hand in Clove's death. He's too sweet a boy." The look on his face made her want to murder him. "The 74th Hunger Game's most ruthless killer, a sweet boy. I'm sorry if I find that difficult to believe Ms. Everdeen."

She stood. "Get out. Now."

He stood as well, leaning over her threateningly. "If you're covering for him Ms. Everdeen, things will not go well for you." And he leaned down further, until she could feel his breath on her right ear. "And think about this, Girl on Fire. If he killed Clove, it's very possible that he could have killed Peeta as well."

She hated him. As he left, she watched with hands balled into fists, wishing this were the arena and she had permission to end his miserable existence right there. It was probably the only time in her life that she wished she were actually in the arena again.