If you are still taking prompts, i'd love to read one about haymitch at district 13 when they are planning to rescue Peeta and the others from the capitol and he only thinks about Effie and maybe has nightmares about her being tortured or something...

Find her

When the meeting ended, people began to scatter around. Boggs called his team of volunteers to him and Haymitch crept closer to Plutarch who was gathering his files.

"I could have gone with them." he muttered, not without some bitterness.

Plutarch glanced at Coin who was talking with a soldier at the other end of the room and then turned to him. "I gave orders. If they see Effie, they will bring her back."

"It's not about Effie." he grumbled. Plutarch was quick to make everything about her since his initial outburst at the rebels failure to retrieve her before she was arrested. But it wasn't just about Effie. He wanted to do something to help. He wanted to go with Boggs, get Peeta for Katniss, rescue Annie for Finnick and help Johanna out of the hell she had probably created for herself with her big mouth. He wanted to right his wrongs. And yes, of course, that included Effie Trinket but… "I want to help."

"You're already helping." Plutarch frowned. "I need you to take care of Katniss today."

He sometimes felt like babysitting had become his prime mission and that made him wonder how Effie could have coped with him all those years. It was frustrating. He stayed silent while Plutarch finished gathering his stuff and then walked with him out of the briefing room. "You don't think Effie will be in that prison, do you?"

Effie Trinket, according to Plutarch's sources, had vanished from the surface of the Earth.

"No." Plutarch sighed. "I don't think she's there but she was not detained with Portia and Peeta's prep team either so…"

"Why?" he interrupted him. It made no sense to him. They had paraded Peeta around, they had made the rebels – and Finnick – aware they had Annie Cresta in custody, they had threatened to execute Johanna and Enobaria, they had advertised the imprisonment of the stylists… But Effie? District Twelve's escort? Nothing. "What do they plan to do with her?"

The look Plutarch shot him was guarded. "Assuming they couldn't get any information out of her…"

"She had nothing to tell." Haymitch was quick to assure him for the hundredth time. "I made sure she knew nothing. She was supposed to be safe." And the idea of those brutes torturing her… He had a good idea what they had done to her. His imagination was vivid and his nightmares were worse since he didn't have access to alcohol. He didn't need to read the reports about other prisoners being tortured to imagine what was happening to her at that very second.

"Haymitch, she might already be dead." Plutarch warned him, not unkindly. "You should prepare yourself for that possibility."

He shook his head. "She's not. They would have made a show of it."

"Then perhaps they're keeping her up their sleeve." Plutarch shrugged. "Perhaps they think they can use her to hurt Katniss." He waited for an heartbeat. "Or you."

He rubbed his face, exhausted. "Find her." he demanded.

"I'm trying." Plutarch answered.

"Try harder then." he spat before turning on his heels, intending to go and warn Katniss about the new developments.

He made sure to take a leaf out of Effie's book first, though. When he finally found the girl, he made sure not to let her see him worrying. It was all happiness and rainbows at the prospect of getting their friends back even though one of them would still be missing. He seemed to be the only to care anyway.