"Madge I need to talk to you"

"What's wrong"

"It's not working, we need to break up"

"Huh? But what about last week? You know when you told me you loved me"

"Yeah about that-"

"You're an asshole"

"Madge, wait"

"Fuck off"

Madge

I feel like screaming. The one lead we've seen in two days and alibi. Fantastic.

Also Gale.

Nope, save that train wreck until you're emotionally ready – or have ice cream and the notebook on hand.

When I'm about to walk into the viewing room Gale walks past giving me a lingering look that kind of makes me want to run over and kiss his forehead. I just think he'd think I'm slightly bipolar – first rejecting him, now dying to give him some tlc.

Remember he's an ass. He's an ass who dumped you one week after he said he loved you and slept with you. Asshole.

I open the heavy wooden door to greet to grinning men. Jones – big, black, buzzed head and a smooth Jamaican accent. Truman – lean, pale, mop of shaggy red hair and British. Very British. What's weird is that both have almost identical chocolate brown eyes. They also have the same sense of humour i.e. pick on their boss.

I walk into a chorus of "What was that about? You know him?"

To which I obviously reply no.

"You know what Jones" Truman says in his sarcastic tone of voice – apparently the British love sarcasm- while he pats Jones' back.

"What Truman?"

"Don't you just hate it when murder suspects hit on you?"

"I know it's awful, happens all the time"

"Terrible isn't it" He shakes his head at me sympathetically, barely hiding his wide grin.

"Boys, just because you don't have the same raw sex appeal as me"

"Well that's not it, what really happened?" Jones quips

"Shut up Jones and trust me nothing is going on there"

"You do realise that we are detectives right?" Oh crap.

"Come on Undersee!" Jones try's to give me puppy dog eyes which look so alien on him it's hilarious.

"Free coffee for life"

"I get free coffee anyway"

"Ok free coffee from two guys who don't want in your pants"

"We're being more dirty minded than normal today – frustrated much?"

I'm greeted by two rounds of dirty looks and half-hearted attempts to dissuade me.

"Fine, years ago when we were both eighteen we were going out, one week he told me he loved me and we slept together and the next he was dumping me cold – I think you can guess why he went out with me from that" I sound more pathetic than I would have liked but oh well.

"Do you want us to arrest him anyway?"

"Nahh I'm alright Truman, what would you arrest him for?" he appears to think before replying.

"Dangerously high levels of asshole-ness"

We're still laughing at the joke which probably isn't funny when we're sat down at our heavy wooden desks.

Gale

"No Gale"

I don't blame her. I really don't seeing as how I handled things but I really wish there could have been a different outcome.

Rick's dead? He was on my team. He always used to talk about his family – two twin girls, two twin boys and an apparently 'gorgeous' wife. I've seen a picture – she's alright, nothing compared to my girl. Who isn't even my girl. Who would probably shoot me if she caught me calling her my girl.

I trudge to Katniss and Peeta who are waiting for me on a bench outside of the precinct. Or waiting for some guy to tell me that I've been arrested for murder.

"Who'd you kill?" Well thanks for sugar coating it.

"No-one, Katniss"

"Madge doesn't think so"

"I have an alibi – with you two!" we begin walking to their place. A middle aged woman who looks remotely like my 9th grade teacher gives me a dirty look as if suddenly I'll snap and stab someone or something.

"So you're not a physco?"

"Not this week"

"Good to know" Peeta butts in, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Asshole.

"So I'm guessing from your bad mood that Madge didn't react to kindly to your appearance" Katniss puts what I think she meant as a comforting hand on my shoulder but she looks really uncomfortable and awkward – as if she doesn't really know what to do.

"He's in a bad mood all the time"

"I mean today especially" Well thanks Katniss my supposedly best friend. Mellark really is in danger of losing the remainder of his limbs now.

They continue argue about the stages of my mood for another block or so while I contemplate how I could murder the both of them and get away with it.

Fake suicide? Car accident? Gas leak? Assassin? Good old fashioned stabbing or shooting…"So what actually happened?" Huh? Oh right.

"Well she came in looking pissed, blamed me for murder, I proved her wrong, she got even more pissed, I asked her out and she rejected me" Katniss and Peeta look at me like I grew two heads as I say the last part. We happen to be in our favourite coffee shop as well and the waitress Penny actually tuts.

"You mean you actually just asked her out? After what you did to her? I swear I almost murdered you and I knew why you did it" Yeah like Peeta could do that – I'd cream him.

I take a sip from my coffee, which tastes abnormally bitter today. Matches my mood.

"She's still pissed?"

"Gale, we're still friends with her therefore we know when she is or not pissed" Peeta adds. Taking a big gulp from his espresso. He slings his arm around Katniss at this point. Crinkling her burnt orange t-shirt.

"Oh, god why is this happening again? It's been three years can't I get over her already?" I throw my hands on the wooden table in front of us to emphasize my point "Dammit". Fuck a splinter.

Pity. Urgh I hate pity. Although I prefer it to the people looking as if they seriously question my sanity. Katniss leans forward and places a hand on my forearm but looks straight at Peeta as she speaks her next words. "Because you love her".

The worst thing is that she's right.

I really love writing this – tell me if its crap. I also might have borrowed one teensy line from Castle (You've improved).