Hey people! I know I wasn't going to post anything until September but the idea was stuck in my head like a leech and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off. So here is the story. Also, the parts about the FBI are not what happen in the real FBI obviously, it's all just a figment of my imagination.

DISCLAIMER – I don't own the hunger games or the FBI

Chapter1

She tied back her hair into her standard braid and put on her special badge. Fingering the dark locks at the bottom of her braid, she smiled.

She had taken a few days off from her work to take her fifteen year old sister for a vacation to visit the state of Oregon which she had once called home. Now, after a relaxing holiday, she was fit, well rested and eager to get back to the job she so loved doing; fighting crime, or as her best friend and fellow FBI agent Gale Hawthorne put it, kicking some criminal ass.

She smiled, remembering the first time she had encountered the lad.

It was at the worst time, her father had been torn to pieces by rabid wolves a few months ago. To this day she kept waking up at night, screaming for him to run. But he would never be able to hear her.

After her father's death her mother went through some kind of mental trauma and could not do more than sit in bed like an old ragdoll, eyes open wide and body frozen.

She waited for months for her mother to wake up from her mental sleep, but over time her condition only worsened. Their savings plus the money they received at her father's death as compensation for their loss, would only last for a few more weeks at most, and she knew she had to do something to keep her family alive.

A week later her mother's condition was deemed hopeless by the village doctor and she was sent to a mental asylum. Katniss

knew then that there was only one thing she could possibly do, so she turned to the woods which had killed her father, to keep Prim and her alive. After a few months she met Gale, another youth who had turned to the resources provided by the woods to sustain his family. Over time, a strong bond developed between them.

Everything changed when they met agent Boggs. He had come to enjoy the serene woods and take his mind away from his duties for a while. He spotted them one day, shooting down squirrels with their bows, and marveled at their shooting ability. He then recruited them to be a part of a top secret branch of the FBI, which was the one which dealt with cases of serial killers and the like.

Her life became much easier when she moved to New York for her new job. She was paid a handsome salary which enabled her to provide Prim and herself with all necessary luxuries.

The familiar tinkling of her cell phone snapped her out of the daydream. She checked it and found a message from Gale. Smiling, she read it out:

Don't come to work today. Please, just don't.

Her smile faded and she snorted, he was playing tricks with her. He should have known after all these years, that she wasn't one to be messed with. Well, she would certainly get her revenge.

She walked out of the door, eager to get back to her team. There were twenty five people in the secret branch, and they were split into five teams consisting of five people each. Her team was made up of Finnick Odair, a good looking fellow with a talent for throwing tridents, Johanna Mason, a young lady who could kill people with her sharp words just as easily as she could kill them with an axe, which she was very good at throwing, Agent Boggs, Gale, and lastly herself.

She walked into an old library which was the headquarters of the secret branch. She went to the encyclopedia section and pulled out the one which was particularly fat. She opened it to page five hundred and eighty six and said her name to the little microphone she knew was hidden there and put her thumb on the middle of the page. She waited while her fingerprint was scanned and the entire rack moved to the side revealing a passage. Cheerful, she walked into the headquarters. The first person she met was Gale. He did not smile a merry smile at her like he always did; instead his face was full of worry, fear, and a hint of anger.

"Why did you come, Katniss? I warned you not to!" he exclaimed, his forehead scrunched up.

Before he could continue, Seneca Crane, the head of the entire section, came up to her.

"Ah, Miss Everdeen, you have arrived! I have some very important work for you. Please follow me." he said, fingering his beard.

She followed him across the hall, to the room where they questioned criminals.

"We are pleased to say, Miss Everdeen," he stated proudly, stroking his great beard once again. "That we have caught the serial killer who murdered Maysilee Donnor, Vixen Fox, Leevy Delouse and Cashmere Evans. He is in the questioning room right now and we would like you to be the one to question him."

Katniss shrugged nonchalantly and went to her office to get the necessary documents for the questioning. On her way out, she spied Gale, who met her eyes with a terrified look. She looked away, and, wondering why he was acting so strange that day, walked toward the questioning room.

As she fumbled with the doorknob, she looked at the murderer through the glass walls. He had his head on the table, his arms covering it and she could make out tufts of ashy blond hair surrounding his head like a mop.

She opened the door and took her seat. The killer lifted up his head and met her eyes.

She froze. She knew those eyes. In fact his entire face was familiar to her. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. She knew that somewhere, someone, had gone wrong. Because the boy next to her was someone who would be least expected to be a murderer.

She looked up and saw her dread mirrored in his eyes. He had recognized her too.

Suddenly, all the doors locked themselves and every single access to the room was blocked. A faint hissing noise that got louder by the minute, reached her ears and she turned around, terrified, to see white gas coming out of the vent on one end. Her heart stopped in terror. She knew what gas it was and just how deadly it could be.

She saw Agent Crane standing in the room where people stood to hear the conversation and determine whether the criminal was telling the truth. His eyes were cold.

"I'm sorry Miss Everdeen," he spoke into a microphone, his voice echoing all around the room she was in. " But you know too much."

So there, that's the first chapter. PLEASE review! They motivate me to write the next chapter sooner!