I have some bad news, I'm going away for the weekend, which means that I probably won't be able to update until Monday! I am going to try and knock out a bunch of chapters today so you have some reading to hold you over. So pace yourself! This story is also almost coming to an end, but I just wanted to pass along that there will be a sequel. ;)

Ollie

I stretched and rolled over, watching as rays of sunlight came through the window and landed across our bed. It was Saturday, which meant no sessions or class. I peered over at Stosh's side of the bed, empty. Last night as we lay by the fire and talked he told me that this would happen, and I would need to be prepared to handle it.

I took a deep breath and rolled out of bed, heading to the bathroom to clean up. I reached into the shower and started the warm water, the smell of perfume rising in the steam. I undress and step into the stream of warm water, closing my eyes as it passes over my body. I stand under the hot water for several minutes before washing my hair and my body. I step out of the shower and press a button that initiates a fan to dry my body and hair almost immediately. This is one luxury I may miss once we get back home in District 12.

I barely have my underclothes on before he appears behind me. "Well hello Miss. Asher." His voice stops me in my tracks, sends a chill up my spine. I spin around, holding a green shirt over my half naked body.

"Garth."

He smiles and looks me over. "Sorry to catch you at a bad time, but it couldn't wait."

I continue to glare at him, refusing to let him think he has embarrassed me. "Well, get on with it then."

He lets out a small laugh and leans against the countertop. "I have a problem Miss. Asher. It would seem as though a few people in particular have found out about my little deal with Stosh, and that is quite unfortunate. In fact, it just won't do."

I freeze, a lump forming in my throat. "What are you talking about?"

He smirks at me. "Don't lie to me Miss. Asher, you know what I am talking about. You do remember the tracker they put into your arm on arrival? I have been watching you, listening to you."

I raise my eyebrow at him, not wanting to pack down. The second time Katniss came and spoke to me about my concerns with Stosh I voiced my concern that someone could hear us. She told me that only Command Center had access to viewing inside our rooms and listening to conversations, and they rarely did unless they felt someone needed extra attention. And I was their picture perfect subject, already pregnant, no need to watch me.

"And what exactly did you see?" I ask, testing him.

"I saw and heard your little conversation with our famous guests, Katniss and Peeta. Apparently they have been doing a little work of their own."

So he does know. I try to remain calm but I can feel hands trembling. "What do you want?"

"It would be a shame for this information get out. I think you need to stop these spy games and let it go, Miss. Asher."

I laugh. "I just found out about all of this, you think I am running the show?"

He scowls at me. "Of course not, but I think you can be the most convincing. You see, it would be terrible if you were somehow labeled mentally unstable and needed to be transported to District 15 to be monitored for the duration of your pregnancy. Such a lonely place considering no one else is there yet. But then again, Stosh may be much more productive with out you around."

My mouth hangs open but I quickly close it, clenching my jaw. "And on what grounds would you label me mentally unstable?"

He smiles. "Think about it Miss. Asher… hiding in linen closets, lounging by the fountain in the Atrium instead of socializing with the other groups, stalking Stosh through the halls, faking cramping to get into the Med Center, and hiding in an exam room to ease drop on conversation. You are starting to look like a liability. And I bet after that sweet little boy is born, they'll take him from your arms and ship you right back to District 12. You and Stosh will never get to be together."

My pulse is rising. "And what about all your conversations with Stosh, you don't think those are recorded?"

He laughs. "You underestimate me, dear. If I have access to viewing and listening to videos, you don't think I have access to getting rid of them?"

"And what about Peeta and Katniss? You don't think President Paylor will believe their word over yours?"

"That's the thing Miss. Asher, you may have been too long to completely remember the Rebellion but I don't. Katniss was sent home from the Capitol labeled mentally unstable. She killed the President from District 13. And Peeta, well he had been turned into a mutt by President Snow and couldn't be trusted either. They may be revered back in District 12 but they still make people nervous."

I recall the footage from the Rebellion and something tells me he isn't lying. I remember that once Katniss and Peeta returned to District 12 my mother warned me to steer clear of them for a while. After a few years the fear faded away and life went back to normal.

I can feel tears forming in my eyes. "Why are you doing this?" I yell.

He just smiles at me, a grin that makes me want to hit him. "Because I can, Miss. Asher."

I sigh and look at my feet. "What do you want me to do?"

I can feel him moving toward me and I look up to find him standing a mere six inches away. "Call off this silly witch hunt. Convince Stosh, and convince Peeta and Katniss. You have until dinner tonight."

I gape at him. "Until tonight! That will be nearly impossible…"

He walks to the door and turns before leaving. "Nearly Miss. Asher, but it is your only chance."

I wait until he is gone and fall to the floor, too stunned to cry. I want to scream. Just when things were looking up for Stosh and I, Garth comes along and ruins it all. Now the only question is, do I do as he says? Or do I go right to Peeta and Katniss?