We settle in to the apartment and I head straight to bed after taking more aspirin. Peeta makes me some tea.
"How are you?"
"Go to sleep. I'll wake you later."
"Thanks." I go to bed. Oh boy did I over do it. As I'm laying down I text Prim to tell me when she gets home.
I wake up. It's late afternoon. I go into the living room and I see Peeta on the couch. I move in next to him. Get real cozy. "Why are you so far away?"
"Sorry." He pulls me in closer and kisses me. When he does it reminds me of how much I love him. His passion is contageous. When I kiss him back it's just as passionate and deep. He puts his arms around me and pulls me in closer. I want to stay like this forever.
Or at least until my phone rings.
I check my phone. A message from Prim.
...bing A cat. A fuckin cat. U made me a fuckin cat. I'm going to fuckin kill u
I luv u prim
"Who was that?"
"I received a message from Prim. She made it home okay. I'm going back to bed. Night. Love you."
"Night. Love you"
beep...beep...beep... I turn off the alarm. Okay five am.
"Why is the alarm going off so early?" Peeta asks.
"Never mind. Go back to sleep." I lay there for a while when "Ouch, ouch, ouch... Did you bite me on my ass?"
"It's so damn beautiful."
"Why Peeta. Flattery will get you everywhere. Is it nicer than Jo's."
"Is it nicer than Madge's."
"PETTA MELLARK. What are you doing looking at their asses?"
"NO no no no. You don't understand. Wait."
"I can't believe it. I suppose you look at Prim's ass."
"Ewe. You're looking at my baby sister's rear. I'm getting up." I fling the covers off me and leave the room in a huff.
Boys are so gullible. I wonder what I can get out of this. Actually, if he didn't notice Prim's body I'd think he was secretly gay."
"Katniss wait. I'm sorry."
"Well, I don't know."
"How can I make it up to you?"
"How 'bout breakfast?"
"Anything for you." He looks at me with those pitiful but beautiful blue eyes.
"Bacon, eggs, cheese."
"On the seven grain nut bread I baked?"
"No. On a plate please. You can toast it on the side, please." I' m not in the mood for squirrel food. Even Petta's.
"Thank you Peeta."
Most wonderful Katniss
One of a kind...
That sounds like the start of my new theme song. I'll have to write it down.
I get up and turn on the computer. Then I make my tea and I grab a cinnamon bun that my amateur baker husband made.
I sit in front of the computer, bring up the program and wait.
"Why are you up anyway?"
"On Thursday I paid a visit to the Organized Crime Bureau."
"Why? Working on a case together? What does that have to do with you being up?"
"Come here. Look." Peeta comes over and looks at the computer screen.
"It's our hallway. But how?"
"I borrowed the smallest camera they had and mounted it in our hallway. It's so small. You can't see it unless it's pointed out to you."
"But why?...Oh, your newspapers. Okay." He goes to put on coffee. I look at the screen and I see the newspapers. "The paperboy has been here."
"Paperboy? She is a seventy-five year old Armenian woman."
I stare at the screen when I see someone coming down. Oh this guy's tanked. He stumbles down. Who is it? Oh, he's two doors down the hall. He's stopping in front of our door. Oh God. Have I caught my thief. He's not reaching for the papers. Oh no. It looks like he's going to throw up. Go away. Go away. Go away. Wooo. That was close. He left.
An hour goes by with nothing happening. "Is this what stakeouts are like?" Peeta asks.
"Usually. Long and boring. Except now you're here." He sits on my lap. "Get up. Get up. Some one is there."
"Oh it's only Mrs. Hirshfeld." Peeta remarks. She comes into the hall and picks up the papers.
"Shit. It's her." I get up and make a beeline for the door. I open it.
"Good morning Mrs. Hirshfeld."
"Good Morning Mrs. Mellark."
"Anything new in the papers this morning?"
"I don't know. I haven't read them yet."
"Well, Mrs. Hirshfeld. We need to talk. We can do it here or do it at the station. Your choice."
"I think I want to consult my lawyer."
I stare at her and now the game is on. Who will win this staring contest. I think I have her where I want her when suddenly a thought comes into my mind.
He He He Exploding Pigeons.
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