Part of the Sapphic Zone saga. For the previous part check out Bad Carrie (Carrie fanfic). All stories are connected by a chemical spill that effect female characters. Will contain sexual content and some strong language. Prim is adopted in this story but if you find this offensive in any way you should stop reading now.

Prim's POV

I couldn't believe where I was going. It was late and I really shouldn't be going to the rundown part of town to go to a strip club. Not exactly where you'd expect an 18 year old, captain of the soccer team, 6 gold medal gymnast, track and field, kid detective to go. It's a long story but I followed a lead about my missing sister.

2 years ago, everything was perfectly normal in our household. It was my mom, my dad, me and my older sister, Kat who I nicknamed Kit-Kat. Kit-Kat was beautiful and I always looked up to her and not just because she was like a foot taller than me. I was a huge loser with braces and the runt on the soccer team. Kit-Kat was way better at soccer than me, she even played basketball and rugby. My mom did voice her concerns about how agressive Kit-Kat was at sports, saying boys would get the wrong idea, whatever that meant.

My rise to sports stardom took a while to take off so I was constantly picked on by girls like Clove, a stuck up girl who was also on my team and gave me shit when I didn't pass her the ball. "I guess not all Everdeens are gifted," she'd say; she hated Kat with a passion for some reason.

A hobby of mine was solving mysteries, it always got a little out of hand but Kit-Kat was always there to support me. There was this one time when I helped locate a group of jewel thieves hanging out in an abandoned warehouse near the docks. I was there snooping around with a flash light at 1 in the morning. I was hiding behind some barrels watching these crooks counting through countless diamonds and emeralds. If it wasn't so dusty in there I could've gotten away easily and called the cops. Stupid allergies, I sneezed and gave away my position. They called out to me, threatening to shoot, I stood up with my hands above my head.

One of the men pushed Kit-Kat forward, she had followed me there to see that I didn't get into too much trouble. They mocked us for being stupid coming here. I didn't like the way the one guy was handling my sister. She gave me this look, darting her eyes back and forth. I didn't clue in right away but then I saw her soccer ball, she must've brought it with her to use as a diversion. It was now by the table and a lot closer to me. I was scared, I could easily mess this up seeing just how bad I was at making a simple pass; the disgusting men with guns didn't help much.

I rushed as quickly as I could to the bank and kicked it to her. "The fuck?" They had no idea what hit them, literally. Kit-Kat managed to hit a few of them in the head with the ball, confusing them and disarming them of their weapons. She ran up to me and took my hand. We got out of there just in time as the cops came. Mom was not very happy, she knew of my detective work, I was pretty notorious in town for helping find lost pets and returning purses and wallets but I guess thwarting bad guys was a different case.

I'm not sure why Kit-Kat always got more heat than I did, something about keeping a closer eye on me. My parents fought a lot after that caper, I knew their marriage was already on the rocks, you didn't need to be a detective to work that one out. I was adopted when I was really young, I never knew who my real parents were so they were all that I had; a lot of the kids in my class had divorced parents but I really didn't think that would ever happen to me.

It was a couple weeks after catching those crooks and getting interviewed by the press. We were going to Kit-Kat's basketball game one evening; Dad had business out of town. We were driving in the SUV when I noticed some military vehicles parked outside of the old military base, there was even men in hazmat suits. My mom saw me looking and knew what was going through my head, "Don't even think about it."

I sat in the stands with my mom. Clove walked up the step next to where we were seated. "Your sister thinks she's hot shit!"

"Better than yours, dumb ass!"

"Prim!" My mother scolded. Clove finally left us and the game was about to start. I saw Kit-Kat talking to popular guy, Gale, I knew she had a crush on him, even if she always denied it. I didn't realize it at this time but Clove switched Kit-Kat's water bottles when she was distracted by Gale. She played a fine game but they were tied with the rival team. Kit-Kat was going to make the tie breaker, a clean shot without hitting the backboard like she always did but this was different. I saw the weird look on her face before she made a basket. Only this time, one of the few times she failed at making a free throw, this was way off, right over backboard to be exact. No one could believe it, this was devestating, especially for her. I could see Clove gloating up at me from down in the third row; it's your team too, idiot!

Kit-Kat met us I'm the parking lot, "Are you ok?" I asked.

She was sweating and holding her forehead, "I'm not feeling very well."

"Let's get you home," said mom, "You played great."

"Better luck next time!" I looked over and saw Clove laughing at us; was this all just her trying to get her thrown off the team? She tried to get me thrown off the team by planting drugs on me and telling the coach I was using steroids. She did not put a bottle of steroids in my locker, I'm not even sure what they were but the coach laughed it off and suspended her for a couple games.

I was worried about my sister all night, I wanted to go in her room and check on her but my mom told me to just let her rest and stop snooping. I knew something was up with her, more than just a fever or a stomach ache. But by morning she was fine, more energetic even. It w)asn't normal, she didn't take a sick day, she didn't need it. She even looked better liken, there was a glow to her tanned skin. She was running down the stairs and driving us both to school, she didn't even seem all that heartbroken over losing the game.

"I'll pick you up from soccer practice!" She said cheerfully to me as I went on my way. There was something off I knew it.

Soccer practice of course meant doing my best to keep up with everyone and not fall down. I was stubborn I guess, I ignored everyone who told me to quit. I had to work on my blocking and the coach decided to pair me with Clove who she knew very well was my enemy by this point. She had this smug look on her face that I wanted to punch off.

Before we started, I saw Kit-Kat watching from the stands, it was like she appeared out of nowhere. I felt a bit of pressure, I didn't want to mess up now even though I knew Clove was faster than me and stronger. I focused on the ball placed between us and when coach blew the whistle I was like lightening. I managed to move the ball away from her. She was shocked and so was I. She had many opportunities to take the ball, even trip me but I kept running and scored a goal. Everyone cheered me but Clove of course who was livid. I saw Kit-Kat standing and clapping for me.

The ride home we stopped for ice cream and made fun of Clove the rest of the way. We were about to head inside the house but Kit-Kat had this weird look on her face, like she was concerned about something.

"Hey, let's go over there for a minute," she pointed to the old tree in our backyard. It was our old hiding place when we were younger, mainly used for when at least one of us was in trouble.

"Is everything OK?" I asked unfastening my seat belt. She doesn't answer me which only makes me more worried.

I follow her behind the old tree and we crouch down on the grass. She looked so desperate. "What is it Kit-Kat? Are you still feeling alright."

"...Yes..."

"I think Clove switched your water bottle with something. I'm not sure what but I'm going to find out."

"You really showed her today," she smiled widely.

"Yeah...," I smiled back. Her smile faded, she still seemed worried, trickles of sweat coming down her face. I thought maybe it was the same thing I was worried about. "Are you scared about Mom and Dad?"

She shook her head and then out of nowhere she leaned forward. Closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. I had my eyes closed too, like it was on instinct. I wasn't sure what this was about.

"K-Kit-Kat?"

"I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking," she acted so ashamed.

"No," I assured her, "It's ok!" I held onto her hands.

"I'm not sure why but I really wanted to do that..."

I knew it might've been an inappropriate time to laugh but the whole thing seemed so funny to me at the time, "I'm not mad that you did."

"Really? Do you want to do it again?"

I shrugged, "Ok!" We leaned in to each other again, this time I had my hands on her shoulders while she had hers on the small of my back. I had never been kissed before so it was all totally new to me; I never in a million years would would have thought I'd say my sister was a great kisser!

"Kat! Prim!" Mom called.

"We'll pick this up later," Kit-Kat smiled.

To be continued! Feel free to tell me what you think!