26 Federal Plaza
27 Weeks To Go

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ring...ring...ring "Gale?" Gale has two phones. A personal one. A police one. The personal one would not be ringing and waking me up at 2 am but the police one would. "What's up?"

"Logan flipped. The U.S. Marshalls picked him up and transferred him to 26 Federal Plaza. The feds are taking over the bank fraud prosecution. He's entering the witness protection program. We have until 6 pm to interview him."

"Where are you?" I ask Gale.

"At the Federal Building."

"I'll be there by 6 am."

"Okay. See you then." I say as I hang up.

"What was that?" Peeta asks me.

"My suspect was transferred to federal custody. I have to get downtown."

"I thought you were on desk duty?"

"Peeta, don't worry. I'll be in a secure federal building. I'll be safe." I hug and kiss him. "Thanks for worrying." He just nods. But with a smile. "I'll see you tonight. Love you."

"Good night. Love you too." He watches me as I go into the shower then change.

"I thought you were going back to sleep."

"And miss the show!" If he keeps this up I won't make it out of the door.

"Bye." I wave as I leave the room.

"Morning." I greet Gale.

"The DA's office is here. I'm going to sit in with her. Do you mind?"

"No. Not at all." Gale is a great interviewer. I can always get a message to him if I want him to dig into something further.

The interview will start soon." I review the list of his questions that he want's to ask. Our interest is in the Bradley murder. Gale has covered all the bases.

There is more than the Bradley murder that needs to be covered. There is the bank fraud and the possible mob connections.

"Carl. Tell us about the events on the night Bradley was murdered."

Logan goes on to explain what he was doing that night. Then he gets to the point where he goes to Bradley's for the first time.

"Bradley wanted out. So Comansky went crazy."

Gale interrupts "Who is Comansky?"

"Bazarov's son-in-law. And the guy who shot me." Logan says.

"Go on."

"Well Comansky went nuts and shot Bradley. After that he started to chop him up. I asked him what he was doing and he said this is how his family deals with people like him. He tried using kitchen knives but he had nothing but problems. He just didn't know what he was doing."

"Did he say if anyone ordered him to kill Bradley?"

"No one ordered him to kill Bradley. He said Bazarov told him to get Bradley back on board. In broken Russian, but I understood him."

Gale continues with his part of the interview then hands it over to OCB then Major Case gets a shot.

By 6pm I'm shot. And I did absolutely nothing. But I'm so tired. During some of the interviews I actually dozed off.

"Detective Mellark. Katniss are you with us?"

"Barely. How did we do?"

"Great. Combined with the other evidence we've gathered over the last year we've got a case against the Bazarov gang."

"Good. I have to get home and get some sleep. Good night Julie."

"Good night Katniss." Our ADA says as she leaves.

"Gale. I'm going home."

"No! You have to come back with me and write up this report." He begs me.

"No Gale. I'm so tired. I have to take a nap."

"You slept half the time you were here." Actually he's exaggerating but he's not far off. Also, I spent almost as much time in the bathroom peeing. I have no energy and my bladder has shrunk to the size of a peanut.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Kat. Wake up." He pokes me.

"What? Where are we?"

"At the squad room." He pauses. "Listen. Catch a cab and go home. I'll write the report." Oh, he truly is my BFF.

"Thank you. You're so good to me." I get out and hale a cab. While in the cab I struggle to stay awake. I manage to stay awake the whole way home.

I walk in through the door. "Hi. What are you cooking?"

"Cheese buns. Your favorite." Peeta shows me the pan full of cheese buns. I don't know what's come over me but I'm wide awake. I take one of the buns and eat it. It's delicious as usual.

"Come here you." I throw my arms around him and pull us close. He puts his arms around me and gives me a great big hug as I reach up to kiss him.

"Owwww. That hurts." I let him go.

"What hurts?" He asks

"My boobs. Oh crap they're sore." They've gotten bigger, which I expected but I can't believe how sore they are. "Peeta, I got some bad news. I'm afraid it's look but not touch. Don't be too disappointed." He chuckles.

I'm not sure why but I'm suddenly a little lightheaded. Not, 'I'm going to faint lightheaded' but 'I've had a few glasses of wine lightheaded'. And I haven't had a drink since I found out I'm pregnant.

"Peeta, let's go to bed." He looks a little confused.

"But it's only..." I put my finger on his lips.

"Don't talk." I grab his hand and drag him into the bedroom.

When we get into the bedroom I push him onto the bed and I start to undress. He starts to talk. "Peeta shush. Get undressed now!" I am so horny right now I can't seem to control myself. After I get undressed I lay on the bed. Peeta gets on top of me. "No! No! No!"

"What's wrong?"

"Sore. I'm sore. Roll over." He get on his back and I straddle him. Oh God I want him so bad. I can't get him inside me fast enough. Oh God get hard. NOW! FAST!

I start to move back and forth. Oh God I want him deeper. I push down. Deeper. I want him deeper. I move faster. "Oh shit!"

"What's wrong now?" I don't want him to hear me whine anymore tonight. "Do you see my bra?"

"Yeah, it's behind you." I reach around me and grab it. I put it on. It's a little tight. Shit it feels like it's going to snap. Finally, it's on. Oh that feels so good. A little support goes along way.

I reach down and kiss him. "Now I'm ready."