**Sorry I've been taking forever in between updates, but life sucks sometimes. Thank you for those of you who have reviewed and I answered one review in private, but just in case anyone else was wondering Seeder is a man because I wanted him to be. Enjoy**

Gale and Boggs returned twenty minutes later after thoroughly searching the grounds for the man Haymitch had seen. Glimmer had become extremely violent after her breakdown, dislocating Cato's shoulder and kicking Peeta across the room. It took Cinna, Portia, and Haymitch several minutes to restrain her before they were finally able to sedate her. Haymitch was rewarded with a bite to the hand and Cinna had scratches along his arms and face. Haymitch was glad that Katniss hadn't freaked out as well. She was able to remain calm and had even comforted Rue.

When Katniss explained the memory she experienced involving the man in the window and Glimmer it made Haymitch sick. The police reports stated that Glimmer had been raped, but he didn't know any details. She had been brought here as soon as she was released from the hospital because of her reaction to the Tracker Jacker drug she had been injected with.

A soft knock on his door brought him out of his thoughts. He had a private session with Peeta right now and he needed to focus. He called out for Peeta to come in and opened the folder in front of him. Portia entered with Peeta following closely behind. His normally azure eyes were dilated to the point where they appeared almost black and his posture was tense.

Peeta lowered himself into the chair across from Haymitch who bristled under the intense gaze that was fixed on him. He shuffled the papers in his hand and cleared his throat to begin, "How are you doing Peeta?"

Peeta maintained his gaze for a few moments before responding, "I'm fine. Tired of waiting, but fine."

Haymitch's brow furrowed in confusion, "Waiting for what?"

Peeta scoffed and finally looked away, "It's bad enough knowing that you're going to die for the enjoyment of others, but they keep putting it off and I just want to get it over with. I know I'm going to die so what's the point of parading around like everything is okay?" His voice had become quiet near the end and Haymitch saw his shoulders sag.

Haymitch moved around his desk and took the seat beside Peeta, "Peeta, you're not going to die. Nobody is. The Hunger Games aren't real. You've been drugged...remember?"

Peeta's face scrunched up in confusion and his hands pulled at his hair. His body began rocking back and forth and Haymitch could tell that he was trying to keep it together. Haymitch reached out a hand to calm Peeta, but the moment it came into contact with his shoulder Peeta knocked it away and flew out of his seat. When Peeta turned to face him, his eyes were hard and he was snarling. Haymitch knew that he couldn't handle Peeta right now and shot his hand out for the call button on his phone. He felt Peeta's body crash into his immediately after his finger hit the button and he was thrown back into the filing cabinet. Pain erupted from his left temple as a fist connected with his face.

Effie was talking to Gale, Portia, and Boggs when the emergency buzzer from Haymitch's office sounded. Her eyes flew to the flashing light indicating that her husband was in trouble and she froze. It wasn't until she realized that she was alone that her feet began to carry her toward her husband's office. There was shouting coming from inside and she was surprised to see Gale fly back out of the door and hit the wall on the other side.

She moved to help him up and caught sight of Peeta and Boggs wrestling on the floor. Haymitch was groaning and clutching at his head with his left hand while using his right to try and push himself up. Portia was holding a syringe but wasn't able to get close enough to use it. Gale made it to his feet and between him and Boggs they trapped Peeta down long enough for Portia to sedate him.

As soon as Peeta was out, Effie ran to Haymitch's side. He leaned heavily into her and she nearly toppled under his weight. Once she had him seated in a chair, she reached up a shaky hand to gingerly stroke the bruise that was beginning to form on the left side of his face. One of his hands covered hers while the other moved to her face to wipe away the tears that she hadn't realized were falling.

Katniss sat next to Peeta's bed and absentmindedly brushed the hair back from his forehead with her finger tips. Her thoughts were focused on Glimmer and the memory that continued to play on a loop in her mind. Over the last few hours more snippets came to her. She remembered the police coming and threatening her for false reporting. She also remembered someone following her and Prim home. She couldn't remember specifics, but she was happy that her memories were starting to come back. Maybe if she could remember enough then she could figure out what really happened to Prim.

Katniss felt Peeta's head move under her hand causing her to jump slightly. Her eyes flew to his face and locked on his deep blue orbs. He smiled timidly and she felt herself relax. She couldn't explain what it was about this boy, but she felt safe when he was around. He had a calming presence and she felt drawn to him.

A smile found its way onto her face and she took his restrained hand in hers and whispered, "Hey."

He pulled at the restraints with his free hand and winced, "Katniss?"

She jumped up, "Hold on a second and I'll get Portia."

Without waiting for a response she made her way through the door. Portia was just rounding the corner when Katniss called out to her, "Portia!"

Portia smiled and made her way over to Katniss, "Hello, Katniss. Is Peeta awake yet?"

She nodded, "He just woke up. I was hoping you could remove his restraints."

"Of course dear."

Katniss kept her eyes on Peeta while Portia released him. Peeta didn't speak when Portia asked him questions, he would simply answer with a nod or shake of his head. This wasn't the Peeta that she had come to know. He was always to open and friendly. Now, he was acting more like her. Portia left after a few more minutes of trying to engage Peeta in conversation. She had to do her rounds, but promised to check on him before lights out.

Once she was gone Katniss moved to take the seat by his bed, but was stopped when he shook his head. Instead, he held out his arms and she curled into him without a second thought. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her hand and his warm arms wrapped tightly around her body. They remained quiet and she was nearly asleep when his soft voice broke the silence, "Katniss? Am I a monster?"

She jerked upright and stared into his eyes, "What!? What are you talking about?"

He looked away, unable to maintain eye contact, "I attacked Haymitch. I don't know why I did it. It was like I was there, but I wasn't."

"I know how that feels." She curled back into him, "You're not a monster, Peeta. Neither of us are. I don't know why this is happening to us, but we'll get through it together. Okay?"

He held her tighter, almost as if he was afraid that she would disappear. In all honesty, she was afraid to let him go. They needed each other right now. She had a feeling that things were going to get worse before they got better.