Okay guys. This story has become my updating addiction. Now, I may not update ASAP because school starts next Wednesday. Yes, I start school soon and I'm NOT happy about it. I love summer 3 Now, For this is an in between time before the Games and I wanted to write this BADLY, you peoples will get more Catoniss (Kato, Katno, Catniss, Katon… ect.) action but more with words. This time, instead being the brutal killer everyone around Katniss and Haymitch, we'll get A DOSE of who he wants to be on the inside. But we'll still have our lovely cocky Cato. Now, begin reading and for 5 reviews, I'll put up the next chapter because this is a BONUS for all of my sweet, caring readers. By the way, This doesn't count for 8 reviews, it's more like 3 xP Now, Review If You Want the next chappie! You know you want it!

Why am I feeling so guilty?

Why am I holding my breath?

Worry 'bout everyone but me

I just keep losing myself

The Civil Wars, "Falling."

Katniss POV

Trying to sleep on the couch doesn't help. It keeps me up, thinking and thinking until my mind is going to explode. That when I remember Haymitch's slurred words before bed.

"The roof is open to District Twelve residents. Go take a hike," he gurgles and goes back to his room.

At first, I didn't understand a word except for "roof" but now I comprehend what he was saying.

Getting off the couch and taking the blanket with me, I make my way barefoot to the elevator and press the 13th button. The doors close and I'm shot up until a ding resounds and the door's open.

The roof is quite different than the rest of the building. Old pictures hang on the wall, dusty and untouched. It seems no one was up here for a long time and I walk around the small square top until I'm back where I started. Sitting on the windowsill, I make out dancing figures and notice it's obviously the Capitol citizens celebrating my death.

I watch them for a good amount of time until footsteps resound on the other side of the roof. I walk around cautiously, sinking to the floor and move sideway against the wall so no one sees me.

The footsteps are getting less loud and a pillar comes into my sight. In the shadows, I hide, standing up and I see a dark outline of a person. I don't see any facial outlines or the color of his hair but the mysterious man is tall and muscular. He turns his head and looks right into my eyes and immediately I see the light reflect off of them.

His eyes are blue.

Cato POV

Right after I kissed Katniss' hand today, I felt something different than what I've been feeling. It's not just my freaky crush on the Girl On Fire but it's kindled something greater.

Cato, stop it. You're an idiot. District 2 will disown you and you'll be left to work in the quarry. You cannot try to remove your status of victor. You'll be vicious and heartless in the arena, killing every tribute not an ally. You'll be the victor of the 74th Hunger Games.

That is until I heard breathing other than my own and slid into the shadow to see the outline of a person. I don't recognize who it is and I squint through the darkness.

The outline is fit and thin but that's all I can see. I know it's a girl and I move slowly around the rooftop. That was a mistake.

The girl hears my footsteps and gets down beneath the barrier to the roof. I move closer and closer until she gets behind a pillar that's in between light and darkness. It silhouettes a slender, pointed nose and hair pulled to the side in a braid. Wait… Is that Katniss?

The silhouette of her did show a bit of brown hair and when she looked at me, her eyes glowed. The silver is darkened a bit because of the light from down below and the darkness from everywhere else. But they glowed nonetheless.

Aside from her trying to get away from me, I play her rules and drop to the ground, hiding myself from her view and crawl quietly around the rooftop.

I expect her to go the exact way I'm going or if she's smart enough, she will go to where I used to be standing. Hopefully, she doesn't see me coming.

Getting over to the exact pillar, I see her outline against the pillar looking both ways. This is your chance to know the Girl on Fire, Katniss Everdeen.

Katniss POV

Once the man disappears below the railing or the roof, I immediately freeze and look both ways, wondering which way he went. I knew he saw me from the minute he ducked down. I stayed in one place moving quietly until I hear the soft breathing around five feet away. He needs to be more stealthy.

Who is it? It has to be a tribute but which ones have blue eyes? There's Marvel, who has dull blue eyes that almost, almost, look grey. Peeta has warm blue eyes that are more of a dark cerulean. Cato… Oh god, it's Cato. His icy, light blue eyes look the same just slightly dimmed from the bad lighting. I crawl slowly but the breathing gets closer until it's only three feet away and something hard grasps my ankle.

Thrashing around, I try to get out of his reach but it's no use; he caught me.

Pulling me backwards until his face is six inches from mine, I squirm uneasily, not looking in him eyes.

When he speaks up, I'm not the least surprised at what he has to say.

"Got ya," he whispers, looking me straight in the eyes.

I close them, awaiting my death has he keeps holding my foot.

Cato POV

Three feet away, I stretch my arm out as she tries to crawl away and my success makes me smirk. Trying to thrash around for a minute or two, she finally gives up, wielding her to my mercy.

Pulling her small frame towards me, her eyes divert and are unable to looking in mine.

"Got ya," I say nonchalantly. That's when she looks up and I finally get to look into her eyes. Yet they're not just grey; they hold a few specks of blue, which must've been from relatives back in 12. "Now, can you tell me what you're doing up here?"

She hesitates before responding. "I could ask you the question," she spits.

"Well, that's easy. I wanted to come up here and see the stars before the Games. I do it every night from my window but it isn't as awesome as this." I stare into her eyes for a little longer before grinning slighty.

Her eyes harden slightly. "How many times will I have to owe you a smile? It's getting irritating." I chuckle.

"You don't owe me a smile. It's out of kindness, Fire Girl." She scoffs.

"I don't see how you can be kind. Besides, aren't Careers trained to hide their emotions?"

That question sets me off. "Are you calling me a heartless brute with no emotion? I'm human too Katniss. I'm human. Just because my brain is told differently doesn't mean I don't feel. I'm not one of those monsters. I'm not like them! I'm not like that…" My last sentence is hushed and I'm surprised I yelled at her. I'm not like that, Katniss Everdeen, I'll prove it to you.

The truth is, I was excited about the Games until I realized if I was going to win, I'd be killing… children. I wanted to be like Arthur, who claimed his throne through bravery and self-confidence. But Arthur didn't execute anyone on live Television. He didn't kill a single soul.

At the Academy, they teach you to bottle up these feelings. They teach you to understand killing was fun. When I came home from my training every three days, my father congratulated me. But my mother, my sweet, loving mother, feared me ever since my first day. I was eight-years-old when I began training.

But a killer? Why did I think this would be the same as decapitating a dummy? Or breaking a fake dolls neck like I would a person? There's one thing I've seen from past victors, even from District 2. They may look glorious and stoic, but on the inside, they're broken and no one can fix that. Even Brutus has changed from the excited teenage boy he once was. He's colder now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, breaking me from my train of thought.

In fact I'm speechless until I hear my voice. "Thank you." She looks up and the corners of her mouth shift slightly upwards. From far away, her smile is still stunning. But up close, next to her, it's… absolutely beautiful.

"Cato?"

"Yeah?" I croaked.

"What's it like at the Academy?" she asks, still whispering. It's cute.

"Katniss, I want to forget the Academy. All I can say is that I do not wish that upon your District." Her eyes flit to his face once more. "I don't wish that on anyone." I pause. "What's it like in District Twelve?"

I stand up and offer my hand to her, helping her up. Sitting on the chairs, I look up at her again, waiting for a reply.

"Cato, I-" I know what she's going to say.

"Katniss, please. It's our last night before we enter that Arena. And what's the harm? I told you about the Academy."

"Look, Cato, all I can say is that it's nothing like the descriptions of Two. It's poor and you never know if you'll live to see the light of day ever again."

This makes me shocked. 'You never know if you'll live to see the light of day ever again.' What about the weekly food packages the Capitol brings? Or do they whip you there? What does she mean by that. "And what do you parents do? As their job I mean," I press on.

Her eyes look down. "My mother… wait, should I be telling you this? How do I know you'll use it against me?"

This makes me laugh again. "How will I use it against you? One of us will die in the Games. Just tell me. It'll be alright."

Katniss takes a deep breath before talking again. "My mother is a healer." That's it?

"What about your dad?" I inquire.

Her face falls before getting red with anger. "That's none of your business!" Her words get louder by each syllable.

That's when I do the unthinkable, knowing this goes against the rules of everything I've been taught.

Leaning down, I softly kiss her lips slightly when she's venting her anger down little by little.

"Now it's my business. Speak up." Her eyes are wide as if asking, 'what the hell did you just do, Two?' I blush and turn away.

"Cato, I can't tell you. Look, if we ever meet up in the Games, I'll tell you before I die. That's my deal." She extends her hand to mine and I shake hers, sealing the deal.

"And what if you die in the bloodbath?"

"I won't. I promise."

Before I can reply, she gets up, clicks the '12' button and hops in, the doors closing behind her. Through the glass doors, I see her mouth a small goodbye before descending back to her floor.

So, how'd you like the little bonus? I decided I need to start the romance but Katniss is just shocked and slightly changing her feeling towards Cato. The only question that really remains in her mind is what you'll find out in later chapters. And I know in my Summary, it says "his persistence" and yes, later on in the story, there will be a pleading Cato. So lovelies, I hoped you liked the bonus before the Games! And I want to respond to my reviewers who have given me confidence to keep writing!

TGinger: You're too kind! I hope you stick with me through the rest of it! (And a sequel might be in the midst afterwards…)

NalaTheLion: I hope you like this little Fluffy Bonus. Once the Games start, it'll get pretty intense.

Snow White: Yay! Thank you for using your precious time reading :J

Strawberryluv: yes, Cato has quite a lot of surprises, doesn't he? Trust me, there will be more surprises later on!

Guest for Chapter 8: Please no hate Lol, Jk, and Actually, I don't have 2,000+ reviews. It's VIEWS, which I think is how many times people have ready my story. (Or the first chapter anyway.)

Jng1: You deserve a b-day present (:

Phoenix Retribution: Why thank you and there's more where that came from! Read on!

Now, remember, 5 reviews=Next update. Now, Goodnight my Fellow Readers!