I got some reviews encouraging me to write about the capitol so here is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it:)

After the next round of pods goes off and the street begins to fill with a thick black fog, Boggs commands, "Try every door you can. We don't know if the fog is poisonous or not and I don't really want to find out."

We each try doors that are near us. "Over here!" Gale shouts. We turn to see him motioning to an open door. We quickly run inside with Finnick pulling up the rear. He is dragging one of our team that was caught in a pod.

Gale closes the door then moves to help Finnick get the man to a corner. His pant leg is covered with blood. I turn away quickly as I am still no good with blood even though I have had more experience with it in the last few years than I would like to admit.

I look around. We are inside one of the abandoned apartments that are only a few blocks away from Snow's mansion. Our team is scattered around the room some in small groups others just by themselves.

I see Peeta crouched in one of the corners. I sit beside Peeta. His eyes are huge as he stares at the door. "I want to go home. I don't want to go any further."

"Peeta, it's okay." Peeta looks up into my eyes. I reach over and take his hand. "We're almost there. Only one more day and then we can go back to 13."

"Here. You need to eat something." I turn and look up to see Boggs standing next to me holding out an opened can of soup. I reach up to take it. He holds one out for Peeta, but he doesn't take it. In fact Peeta does not even seem to notice Boggs is standing there. Boggs looks over at me with concern in his eyes. "Here. Maybe you can get him to eat it." I take the can and set it down next to mine, then he hands me a spoon. Boggs looks at Peeta then walks over to Finnick and Gale who are still bandaging up the man they drug inside.

"Johanna! Where is she?" Peeta calls out as he jerks his head up when the soldier cries out in pain. Gale is removing a bullet that is deeply embedded in his leg. "I need to find her," he mumbles as he begins to scan the room.

"She's not here, but I'm sure she is okay. She's with her team," I say as I grip Peeta's arm firmly. Peeta relaxes a bit but I can still see the intense fear in his eyes. I scoot over so I can lean my head on his shoulder and just watch the others. Some are whispering quietly, others are tending to each other's wounds, while others are eating the soup Boggs passed out.

As I watch someone eat, my stomach growls reminding me that I too have a can of soup. I pick up the can of soup and open it. I use the spoon Boggs left to scoop some into my mouth. Even though it is cold it, tastes good. I am reminded that it has been several days since I ate anything of much significance. It tastes oddly familiar so I turn the can to read the label and see it is the lamb stew that I really liked from training.

"Peeta, here, eat your soup. It's just like the stuff we had in training," I say as I touch the can to his hand. He absentmindedly takes it.

I finish the rest of my soup then I glance over at Peeta who is still holding a full can of soup. "Peeta, eat," I nudge him then place my spoon in his hand. He still just holds them both as his eyes dart nervously around the room.

Finally I take both the can and the spoon from his hands and spoon up the soup and hold it a few inches from his face. "Peeta, you need to eat."

He blinks and shakes his head a bit then reaches for the spoon, which he takes from my hand and puts in his mouth. I hand him back the can as he continues to eat. I watch him until he has finished the whole thing. Then I take both cans as I stand to find a trashcan.

I find one in the kitchen where I find Finnick washing the dirty spoons he has collected from others. "Wow, who would have thought you to be the domestic type?" I tease as I toss my spoon in the sink.

Finnick gives me a look then turns back to his sink, "Ha, ha, very funny." He plunges his hands into the soapy water as he remarks, "I don't know about you, but I plan on using a clean spoon for breakfast."

I am about to make another comment when we both freeze as we hear a low howl outside. Nether of us move as something large and furry passes by the windows. The whole apartment is silent for several minutes as we wait to make sure whatever that was has gone. Without a sound Finnick finishes the last spoon and places it quietly in the drainer. "Maybe we should try to get some rest," he mentions as we walk back over to the other room where everyone else is.

As we enter I immediately notice that all eyes are on Peeta. Gale is kneeling in front of him. "Peeta, are you okay?" he asks as he shifts back and forth trying in vain to get Peeta to focus on him.

Peeta seems to be focused on the window behind Gale. Peeta begins to rock back and forth. "They're coming. What if they find us? What will they do to us?" I hear a shiver in his voice as he whispers quietly to himself.

I suddenly remember all the other people in the room. I turn to glare at those who are staring at Peeta. They all quickly turn back to their own things as I turn my attention back to Peeta.

Gale moves over to give me room. I reach up and take Peeta's face in my hands as I look into his eyes. "Peeta, look at me," I say calmly. His eyes are still not focused. "Look at me," I command in a harsher tone. He blinks a bit then I see his eyes come back into focus.

"What was that out there, Katniss?"

"I don't know, but it's gone." I sit down next to Peeta and lean my head against the wall.

Gale has gone to sit by some of the other men but I see him looking over at Peeta and I. When he notices that I am looking at him he quickly looks away and tries to focus on the conversation over there.

I pull my arms around me and lean into Peeta as I feel a chill pass through my body. "Are you cold?" Finnick asks. He is sitting only a few feet away with Pollux and Castor.

"A little," I say, "but I'll be fine." Peeta looks at me and wraps an arm around me but I still shiver.

"Here I'll go find blankets." Finnick hops up.

"You don't have to. I'll be fine."

"It's not like I have anything better to do," he adds nonchalantly as he heads for the stairs that most likely lead to the bedrooms.

He is gone for a few minutes before he returns with an armload of blankets. He tosses a big purple blanket on me. "You and Peeta can share." He walks on to the other groups dispersing the blankets.

When he returns to Pollux and Castor I smile from under the blanket. "Thanks, Finnick."

He nods. "It's what nice people like me do." Then he winks at me.

Boggs places lanterns in different areas. "Let's turn off all the lights. Best not to give our position away anymore than we already have."

Soon the room is only lit by the faint glow of the lanterns. With the lights down I begin to get sleepy. All the running and fighting of the last few days has worn me down and this is the first night in the capitol that I feel safe enough to want to go to sleep. I snuggle up to Peeta and close my eyes.

I don't know how long I have been sleeping but when I wake it is still dark. I lie there listening to the sounds around me, which are mostly snoring and breathing. This is probably the best nights sleep any of us will get until we get back to district 13.

I move around a bit to try to get more comfortable when I suddenly realize that Peeta is not next to me. I push the blanket back and sit up to look around. I don't see anyone else that is awake to notice where he went.. So I will have to look for him. I stand up and look around to try and figure out which way to go.

The kitchen is closest so I decide to start there. Just a quick peek and I am able to see he is not in there, so I head over to the stairs. There are no other rooms down here so he must have gone upstairs.

Before starting up the steps, I glance at the windows looking out onto the street. I sure hope he did not have one of his episodes and try to run away. To my relief when I glance at the door I see Boggs. He is leaning up against the door sound asleep just like the rest of my team. I know there is no way that Peeta could have gotten past Boggs and to my knowledge that is the only door to the apartment.

I use my hunting stealth to walk up the stairs without a single creak. There are five doors on this second floor so it should not be too hard to find Peeta.

The first door I open is a den with a large wooden desk and huge shelves covered with books, but no Peeta.

I walk over to the next door and turn the handle. I push the door open and find a bedroom lavishly decorated in animal prints and black furniture. I step inside. A low whistle escapes my lips. So this is what a typical capitol bedroom looks like, and this is just a small apartment. I open the closet that is filled to the brim with fancy, odd looking clothes, but no Peeta.

The next room is a bathroom, and it is easy to see it is unoccupied.

The fourth door is only a closet with empty shelves. This is probably where Finnick found the blankets. I close the closet door.

Only one door left. If Peeta is not in there I have no clue where he might be. I pad over to the last door and turn the handle. The door opens to reveal a bedroom. This one is much smaller than the first one. I can tell by the decorations it is a child's room. There is a small bed and a dresser covered with toy cars.

Suddenly I almost jump out of my skin at the sound of a small creak. My eyes dart over in that direction. I see a rocking chair facing the window. In the chair I can make out the form of someone. The chair creaks again. Then I hear another noise. It is a quiet sob. I take a few steps toward the chair.

In the pale light of the moon shining in the window I see Peeta's blonde hair. It almost looks silver. I hear another small sob. I come to stand next to the chair. Peeta stares out the window. In his arms are a teddy bear and a picture frame.

"Peeta," I whisper and put my hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me as a tear slides down his cheek. I gently wipe the tear away with my thumb. "What are you doing up here?"

"I…I couldn't sleep," Peeta whispers as another tear slides down his cheek. He turns to look back out the window.

I wrap my arms around myself and look out the window too. I can see the lights of buildings and at the end of the buildings I can see a haze of lights that I imagine must be Snow's mansion. I wonder what he is doing, and then I think of the other teams that are scattered around the capitol. I wonder what they are doing.

I hear the soft creak of the rocking chair. I look down at the frame that Peeta is holding. "Peeta, what's the picture of?" I ask quietly. His hand shakes a little as he takes the picture from his lap and holds it up to me. I turn the photo up so that the moonlight will shine on it. In the darkness I can tell there is a father, mother, and three boys. "You miss your family don't you?"

Peeta nods a little and rocks some more while still staring out the window. "Do you ever wonder if you'll have a family after all this is over?" Peeta inquires as he turns to look at me. It's my turn to look out the window.

I can feel Peeta still watching me, waiting patiently for me to respond, so after contemplating the question I answer, "I might, if the rebellion is successful."

Peeta doesn't say anything but I can feel his eyes still on me. "Do you think you would have a family with me?"

I feel my heart skip a beat and just look out the window trying to think of what to say.

After a long silence Peeta sighs, "You don't have to answer. I shouldn't have asked that. It's okay." I feel his hand reach up to take mine and he pulls me over to sit on his lap. I sit sideways and he wraps his arms around my waist as I lean my head on his shoulder. I close my eyes and listen to the rhythm of his heart that seems to match the rhythm of the rocking chair.