Well, I'm a huge Cinna fan, straight from the first time I read about him in The Hunger Games. So, this is my story to my favriote charector from the series. Hope you like it(:

Flames, reviews, PM's, or any kind of feedback are welcome, as long as it's to help improve my writing.

~Hayden

Cinna pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath through his mouth, and slowly letting it back out. Chilly outdoor air stabbed him through his thin jacket, and the icy wind made his eyes water. Thankfully, Morgan had bought the waterproof gold eyeliner, the kind Cinna loved.

Stressed was an understatment for how Cinna felt. Katniss had been in the arena for days, and tonight had been her first kill. A man, no, a boy, from some district who had killed Rue. Families would be mourning tonight, as well as some would be celebrating a child's success in surviving. But, all Cinna cared about, was Katniss.

The look on her face had been enough to bring him to tears. He left the room before Morgan could see, stating he needed some air. He wondered, right now, if Katniss was doing the same thing. Taking a minute, relaxing for two seconds, and pondering what priorities were most important.

"Cinna?" A soft voice asked from the doorway. A second later, he could feel her tiny, delicate hand slipping into his. He couldn't help but realize for the millionth time how perfectly they fit together, better then puzzle pieces. "Are you okay?"

Damn. She had seen right through his act.

Cinna smiled to himself, eyes still closed, fingers still pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know me to well, Morgan Torie."

"She'll be okay, Cinna. I've seen the games before. She's a a survivor, she's strong enough. She'll pull through."

Cinna opened his eyes and looked down at the defiant, blonde-haired blue-eyed girl standing next to him. She was brilliant, extraordinary, stubborn, adorable, thoughtful, a sweetheart, but she knew how to hold her ground. Every quality about the twenty-two year old appealed to him, and the fact that they had been together for eight years only made their relationship stronger.

Slowly, Morgan took his other hand and pulled him back inside their apartment, her eyes never leaving his face. The TV had been turned off, the games eliminated from their temporary home.

Later, when Morgan was sleeping soundy curled up against his chest, Cinna stared at the clock. Two-oh-three. No sleep. Then again, Katniss must be doing so much worse, he felt ashamed to even begin to think about himself.

"Morning, Cinna!" Effie Trinket stated in a voice of never-ending enthusiasm as he walked into work. It was a bright, exciting morning, and the office was bustling with activity from last nights games.

"Good morning, Effie." Cinna smiled, wondering what today would bring.

"Portia came in early. She left a few minutes ago to get some more cloth or something. Anyway, Bren brought in donuts and coffee this morning, so please, help yourself," Effie said, as if last night hadn't been stressful for her at all, seeing Katniss in pain.

Cinna nodded, grabbing some coffee and heading to his studio. His work was located on a major highway full of offices, but since he had become a Games stylist, he had gotten to choose the studio he wanted. This one had a veiw, and Effie worked here, so he had easy access to any information about Katniss. Portia had done the same, except with Peeta in mind.

He walked in his studio, breathing in the deep, calming smell of cloth, metal, wood, fabric softner, ect. Cinna was one of the cleanest people in all of Panem, but his studio had been in a mess. After all the turmoil the last few days had caused, it was surprising the studio only looked like a tornado had gone through.

Cinna got to work on Katniss's dress. It would be her victory dress, if she won. No, Cinna corrected himself, when she won.

After getting lost in designs and patterns, he barely noticed when hours later Portia walked in the room.

"Oh Cinna," she sang to her friend. "I realize that the games are getting stressful. But there is no need to live inside a...I honestly cannot come up with a word to call all of this," Portia said, waving a hand to the studio.

Cinna smiled, but never turned around. "Yes? And how is your workspace faring?"

He could almost hear Portia smirk. "Oh, you know. Fine and dandy."

"I'm sure," Cinna stated.

Portia came up and touched his arm. "Cinna?" she said softly, and he looked up at her. True concern was written in clear letters on Portia's face, and Cinna couldn't help but feel guilty. She should be focused on Peeta, not him.

"Sorry, Portia." Cinna pulled away from his work, rolling his shoulders. "Just been too busy to clean up lately."

"Are you okay?" Portia asked, still being serious.

"What is with you women?" Cinna smiled playfully. "I think you're both becoming obsessed with me."

"Who, Morgan?" Portia pulled away, and smiled awkwardly. "You've been together eight years. She's probably wondering if you're ever going to propose."

Was that a hint of remorse, flickering across her face? Cinna didn't know what it was, but Portia never seemed comfortable being around, or even talking about Morgan. It was strange, how Morgan always asked about Portia, but Portia always seemed to shy away from the subject of his long-time girlfriend.

"I don't know," Cinna said, watching Portia's face carefully. "I was thinking sometime soon, after the Victory tour, maybe..."

"Is this your new design?" Portia gasped, looking genuinly surprised at the pattern on Cinna's desk. Sure, she could have actually been shocked, but she could have at least commented on the previous subject before moving on.

"Um, yes," Cinna said, trying to gently show her his confusion and discomfort, but she either wasn't picking up on it, or was ignoring it. "It's Katniss's victory dress."

"It's perfect! My design was some-what similar, but after a few alterations, we'll have a perfect couple of outfits..."

Cinna, deciding to just go with the change of flow, got to immediate work with Portia on making the perfect combination of clothes.

What do you think? Just kind of a story-setter. I just want to see how far this will go...I actually enjoyed writing this, so hopefully you guys enjoy the story. Tell me what you think, please!

~Hayden(: