Hey! This is my second story; this one will be a multi chapter fanfic. This is based off one of my favorite episode of Bones Season 4 Episode 26, titled The End in the Beginning. I did change a lot of parts though. RATED M! Had to say that. Please rate if you enjoy that show too.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games Trilogy or Bones: The End in the Beginning.


A woman walks into an apartment. Her hair sways in a long classic braid. She oozes superiority. Her white fastened blouse is tucked into her dress pants. Her heels clank on the hard wood floors as she tries to silently make her way through the hall. Her hand hesitates before wrapping around the golden door knob. It twists and grants her entry into a dimly lit room. She undresses, slowly, button by button, until she is just in her bra and underwear. Her grey eyes skim over the sleeping figure that lies on the bed. Each passing second is agony as she goes to shake the slumber away from her lover. He is startled awake by her kiss and immediately responds. His hands run down her braid and start undoing the tendrils until her hair falls in waves down her back. He lays her down so he is on top of her. His hands graze over her skin ever so lightly; they make their way behind her to unclip her bra. He gently removes it and she moans when his fingers brush over her nipples and yelps when he pinches them. The ache in her middle grows as he lavishes her breasts with his mouth. When he unhurriedly starts to move his hand down to her sex, she starts bucking her hips. His hand purposely moves to avoid her bundle of nerves and instead lifts up the edge of her black underwear and pulls up. She anticipates the moment when he lets go and they snap back into place. When he does she cries out, begging for relief. His fingers find their way back into the elastic and she writhes as he slides them down her legs. When they're off, she expects sudden reprieve but she chastises herself knowing that she should have known better. One hand trails up and down the inside of her thigh while the other cradles her head while he kisses her deeply. Her hand tangle in his golden hair before they travel down tugging his underwear off and taking hold of him. She teases lightly, circling the head and moving her thumb back and forth against his slit. When his breathing gets heavy, she starts to lead him towards her entrance. They've done this so many times its second nature as he buries himself to the hilt in her. A chorus of moans fills the air as he pushes himself into his wife, his body entwining itself with hers. The delicious burn becomes too much as she throws her head back into the pillow, shouting in delight, her nerve endings on fire. He comes shortly after, spilling himself into her and grunting. They continued until the sun came up, when exhaustion took them in.


Their bliss is interrupted the next morning by a knock. She groans and tells him, "You get it." He grunts; so unlike the night before, and tells her no. She responds by pushing him off the bed, only half aware of her surroundings. He laughs and gets up from the floor. She smirks in her semi-awake state. His blue eyes take her in, every detail, he commits to memory. He hears the knock again and grabs a sheet from the floor which must've fallen during their activities earlier that morning. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and walks the path to his front door. Everything around him is cold, away from the heat of his wife.

Two figures stare wide eyed at his appearance when he opens the door. "Peeta Mellark?" A familiar set of brown eyes ask inquisitively. He nods his head and waits for her to continue. "I'm Special Agent Mason." She introduces herself.

"Yeah, I know who you are." He replies gruffly. "You're Gale's new partner."

"Boss, actually." Gale calls from behind her. The woman scowls and crosses her arms.

"Why exactly are you two here. Couldn't it wait 'til I got to work?"

"Sorry, not this time Peet." Gale says with a huff. "Where's Kat?"

"Sleeping." He replied shortly. He'd known for a while of his best friend's thing for his wife. He didn't usually care since he knew how much they loved each other, but that morning, having been interrupted from his pleasure; he wasn't in the mood to talk about her to him. But, speak of the devil, Katniss Mellark- formally Everdeen- came waltzing into the room, fully dresses- unlike himself- and looking radiant as she always did in his eyes.

"Why are you guys here?" She asked sharply, never having had a way with words. She had woken shortly after Peeta left their room. He didn't come back immediately, so she got up to see what was taking so long, she assumed he had been chatting up the mail man, as he usually did in the morning, but instead found him talking to Gale, and his new partner. She came up behind her husband and mended herself into his side. "Hello, Handsome." She looked up at him and gave him a kiss.

"Now what is it?" He asked politely but she could tell he wanted nothing more than to take her back to bed. She tucked her head into his neck and he draped his arm over her shoulders.

"There's been a murder at your nightclub." Gale replied stiffly.


After quickly making themselves suitable, they arrive at The Capitol, their very popular club. Peeta's never seen a dead body, just having been a chef in his life. She has seen many after being an FBI Agent for a good portion of her life. Gale had been her partner; he was the one who had introduced her to her husband. When she decided to quit after her marriage they, let's just say, had a falling out.

The body lays cold on the floor of one of their bathroom stalls. The man is handsome, with a scruffy black beard, and combed, styled hair. A very well kept man. Blood was sprayed on the wall, after being the blunt object to smash his head in. But, it was the shot to the chest did him in. Blood was splattered on the white porcelain. The man had on a tux and his hand was still wrapped around a serving tray. He wasn't an employee, though.

"Who is this man?" Johanna Mason, her replacement, stands before her, steely eyed, interviewing her, and waiting for her to crack. She wasn't going to.

"Like I said before, I don't know!" She was yelling by now.

"I don't believe you. Where were you really last night?"

"I told you," she says sternly, "I was in my office!" She loses her temper, fast. "Then I went home to my husband!" She yells that specifically for Gale to hear. "We made love and I fell asleep." Gale looks like he was going to break the pen in his hand. He stands and plants his hands on the table.

He's glaring at her, underlying feelings still motivating him. "How did you not hear the gunshot, then?"

She is ready to rip her hair out, "You and I both know I've answered that already! I didn't hear it. End. Of. Story! Have you thought that there was a silencer on the gun, because if you did, you'd get it through that thick skull of yours that I had nothing to do with that man's murder!"

"Tell me then, how did you not hear your assistant, Delly Cartwright's scream when she discovered the body?" He demands.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "You really are soft, Hawthorne! I left at 5 this morning, she hadn't found the body. When she found the body, at 6, I was across town getting fucked thoroughly! Now, you can either continue to question me and call my lawyer or let me go." He looks shocked that she said that. Katniss never used such vulgar words. Johanna dismisses her, she stands, and exits but he can't help admiring her ass.

"You are pussy whipped. Don't let your dick lead you. She doesn't want you." He glares at his partner and stomps out to get the next employee, Peeta Mellark; the woman stealer.

He and Peeta had always had a close relationship since childhood, so naturally he introduced him to his new partner. At that time, Katniss was an enigma to him. As he found out more about her, he started to fall for her. Until, 5 years into their partnership, they came to him and told him they'd been secretly dating and were engaged. He pretended to be happy but, he resented Peeta Mellark every day for beating him to the punch, he never once wanted to think that he was the one at fault. And in the end, he was still hopelessly in love with another man's wife.

When he called in Peeta, he wasn't acting strange in any way. He was calm collected, no red flags.

"Okay, so do you back up your wife's story saying she was- and I quote 'getting fucked thoroughly' this morning around 6 this morning?" Gale sounded so nonchalant, Peeta wonders how.

He felt his cheeks warm and cleared his throat awkwardly, "Um, yes. I think it was from 5:30 to 7 or 8-ish. I didn't really keep track…"

"Good. You can leave now." Peeta walked out the door, to his wife's office. He was intercepted by the DJ, Thresh and Kat's assistant, Delly.

"Boss, we found something! I'll get Kat." Delly yelled.


Katniss is sitting at her desk, grumbling to herself when Delly bursts through the door. "Kat, come quick." She followed her to the stage where Thresh and Peeta are waiting. They point to something on the floor and she sees a gun with a silencer. She knew it!

"Did anyone touch it?" Delly nodded shamefully. Katniss sighs, "Thresh go get Hawthorn and Mason." When they came back they took Madge and Thresh into custody.

"It's just a precaution. You know, Kat." Gale smirked, purposefully being an ass.


That night, when they opened, with a different hired DJ, Katniss is sitting in her office. Her best friend and the hostess, Madge Undersee, comes barging in, muttering, "I did something awful!" She hands her the napkin with a diagram of the club. Her office has a big X over it.

"They wanted to rob us?" The safe is in the very room she sits every day.

"I drew that for the dead guy." Then the infamous playwright Haymitch Abernathy barges into her office.

"I was just talking to that lovely bartender of yours-." He starts sarcastically.

"Not now!"

"You've been rather irritable lately, Sweetheart!"

"Don't call me that. Now, what is it?"

"As a regular customer of your club-"

"Wait Kat, you're just going to blow this off?! The guy was probably going to kill you!"

"Hmm?" Haymitch asks. Katniss shows him the napkin. "Can you show me the dead guy?" Madge shows him a picture that Delly sent her before the investigators arrived.

"He's a hit man!"

"How do you know?" Katniss asked.

"I talked to him last night." Haymitch replied

"So he was sent to kill me?" Katniss asks in a weak voice. "Get Gale in here now!" A few minutes later, Gale comes in, Mason in tow. "It's him. Gale, he's trying to kill me." She yelled, "You told me I would be safe from him!"

"Who?" Agent Mason ordered while Gale stood there; pale.

"Snow."

Please follow, favorite, and review. I appreciate all of it. If you have not heard of, or seen the show Bones, I suggest you watch it. It is a mystery though. So is this story. So…

From here on out, it will only be loosely based off it, but the end result will be the same. I will have back story involving when Katniss and Peeta meet and when Snow comes into play.

Goodnight!

-RC