I'm slightly obsessed with both detective TV shows and Gadge so yeah.

Madge

So Close. We managed to find some fingerprints on the gun we found which Dr Barr identified as the murder weapon. The evidence points to an ex-soldier. The expertise of the shot, the chosen crime scene and the gun used.

When our guys face comes up I actually almost squeal with happiness, the creepy grin on my face normally reserved for the ones we arrest does attract some weird looks from Jones and Truman. Every female detectives dream – arresting a dickhead of an ex.

Today I get Gale Hawthorne. "Truman where is he?"

"GPS says that he's at an apartment on 7th"

"Come on boys" I stride out of the precinct, my heels clacking across the room as the boys follow me like well-trained puppies. Which they are really.

I just hope they don't see me slightly adjusting my appearance in the mirror.

Waiting silently outside the door mine and Jones' eyes meet. Lets go.

The door bursts open easily as I kick it with my shoe.

"NYPD!"

Gale

Me, Katniss and Peeta are just chatting idly when the door bursts open and a ton of men dressed in black run into the room. Men in black and her.

"NYPD" She looks great. Her blonde hair is in voluminous waves down to her small waist – emphasized in the white tank top and black, wide leg trousers. She shoes are scarily high and pretty chunky. Also she has a gun. Is it wrong that I think that's hot?

"Gale Hawthorne?" Her voice rings out clear across to the rooms shocked occupants.

"Madge?" Her bright blue eyes find my grey ones and her lips twist into a wry smile. Before I understand what's happened she's ran over here, turned me around and is currently cuffing me and telling me my rights.

"What the hell is going on?"

"You're under arrest for the murder of Richard Fisher" What?

Later I'm sitting in an uncomfortable grey, plastic chair that reminds me of the ones from school, in a small room painted a strange shade of blue. The only other furniture is the grey table and another chair identical to mine.

"Gale Hawthorne"

"So you're a detective now"

Looking slightly smug she sneers "Yes and you are unemployed"

"Why a detective?"

"I get a gun"

"That's hot"

"You haven't changed"

"You've improved" Her stunning features twist in disgust at my words – not the intended effect.

"So what happened Gale? Why'd you kill him?"

"I didn't kill him, don't even know him"

"You're lying Gale. We have evidence showing that the killer has trained with the military and you have recently been discharged from the military – coincidental timing isn't it?"

"There are hundreds of people that have been in the military you can't arrest me for that – it's all circumstancal and by the way – I didn't kill anyone" Madge glares at me and slams her hands on the table in front of me and I involuntarily flinch – which she smirks at.

She throws a clear plastic bag containing a vaguely familiar gun "Don't forget we also have the murder weapon and guess what – your fingerprints are all over it"

"Don't you have to ask for an alibi?"

"Fine – were where you between the hours of four and six pm yesterday" Oh thank god!

"I was at a movie then I went to dinner with Katniss and Peeta, I have the tickets and receipts here" I throw them on the table and am rewarded by a look down her shirt as she bends further to collect them.

"Fine then your free to go" She looks pissed, she turns on her dangerous-looking heel to leave but I grab her wrist, she looks at me with untrusting eyes.

"Can we talk – go get coffee or something?"

"I'm working"

"Afterwards"

"No Gale" She wriggles my loosened hand off of her wrist and heads to the door, as she leaves my past feelings come running back – dammit how the hell can you be in love with somebody who hates your guts?