A/N Sorry it took me so long to update; I have writer's block and didn't know how to properly continue, so I understand if you think this is nowhere near your expectations of me... although there is a high amount of swearing in this chapter and a little bit of violence, as both Cato and Gale get angry, and I think they would both be characters that don't care about the language that comes out of their mouths. So sorry if I offend anyone with the obscene language, and if you get offended after reading this and complain, don't say that I didn't warn you!

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Anyhoo, I introduce chapter 4!

Disclaimer: If I could, I would ask Suzanne Collins for The Hunger Games, but unfortunatley, I have no way of contacting her... :(

Chapter 4

"Katniss, what are you doing?" Gale asks me. You can hear the anger clearly in his voice as he glares at Cato, his eyes stopping at his hand, which is rested on my waist.

"Gale, I-" I stutter, unsure how to complete the sentence.

"And what are you doing with the fucking bastard that ruined your late teens by cheating on you?" he continues, seething with anger, still glaring at Cato.

Before I can attempt to answer, Cato speaks up. "What did you just call me?" he asks Gale, taking his hand from my waist and taking one step forward.

"I wasn't talking to you, Ludwig."

"Yeah? Well, you were looking at me, and I said, what did you just call me, Hawthorne?" He takes another step forward, glaring down at Gale.

"Fine. I called you a fucking bastard. Because that's what you are." Next thing I know, Cato has Gale pinned up against the wall and has his fist balled up, ready to throw a punch.

"You do not fucking call me a fucking bastard, you little piece of shit! What have you fucking done for Katniss in the last five years since she's been in this company? Fuck all, that's what you've done!"

"Yeah? Well what have you done for her, hmm?" Gale somehow manages to choke out. I see Cato tighten his grip on Gale.

"The first fucking day she got here, I apologised for being a dick and fucking up what was possibly the best relationship I'd been in, all because I'd let that fucking whore Glitter, or whatever her name was, get to me and seduce me. We didn't get serious, but I still felt fucking guilty for ruining her, when she eventually told me what she went through after I fucking broke her heart. After that day, I was as fucking good a friend to her as I could have been, until one day about a year and a half ago, when I asked her for a second chance, which she gave me. Since then, I've been as good to her as I could possibly be, so don't you fucking say that I haven't done anything for her, when I've done a fuck load more than you!" By the end of that, Cato is shouting in Gale's face, but it only seems to make Gale angrier.

"But how fucking long until you let another girl seduce you, Ludwig? How. Fucking. Long?" At this, Cato punches Gale in the face, and I hear a crack, signalling that Gale's nose is broken. Blood starts to gush out, but Gale just punches Cato in the stomach, causing him to effectively let go of Gale. They then go into a fully-flegded fist fight, but it becomes obvious that Cato is the stronger and more skilled one of the two. Before long, Cato has Gale in a headlock.

Cato lets out a cruel laugh. "Oh, Hawthorne, did you really think that you could beat me in a fist fight?" Gale lets out a grunt. "You did? What a fucking idiot you are. You know, I really want to snap your fucking neck right now, Hawthorne. That's how much I fucking hate you. Sharing a fucking office with you is torture, because all you do every day is send me fucking glares because of what happened like ten fucking years ago, when all along the person I fucking cheated on had forgiven me. And don't think I don't fucking know about your little schoolboy crush on Katniss. I do. And you know what I think? I think that you stand no fucking chance, because you are a fucking twat that is too overprotective of the girl he supposedly likes, and -"

At this point I finally find my voice, "Just stop it Cato! You're going to kill him, his face is going blue!"

He finally looks up at me, and I notice that his eyes are dark blue, like they are when he gets angry. "So what if I kill him? I'd be doing the world a favour!"

"You'd go to jail if you killed him!" I plead with him.

"So what? I'd still be doing the world a fucking favour. And who knows? Maybe jail would be fun! I'd have everything I need to survive; three meals a day, physical exercise, a bed to sleep on... hey, it might actually be good!" I see his grip on Gale tighten even more.

I pull out my last chance of saving Gale. "But Cato, you wouldn't have me." I see his eyes lighten a bit, as the words I said sink in. Slowly, he releases his death grip on Gale. I watch relief flood Gale's face as he manages to take in some air.

"You're right. I wouldn't have you," he says as he drops Gale and walks over to me to put his arms around me. "I'm sorry I even suggested it."

I smile sadly up at him. "It's ok." I reach up on my tiptoes and peck him on the lips. I look into his eyes and see they are almost back to their usual shade of blue. I smile at him, and he smiles back as Gale starts to cough. I glance over at him and he is starting to stand up, with his hands on his knees. He lifts up his head and locks eyes with me. His eyes don't show gratitude for saving his life; they still show anger, but this time the anger is aimed towards me.

"You lied to me earlier," Gale states. I look down.

I open my mouth to respond, but Cato speaks instead. "I haven't fucking spoken to you before then all day, Hawthorne, what are you -" he begins, but I cut him off.

"Cato, he was talking to me," I say softly, looking into his icy blue eyes once more.

"Oh," is all he can say.

I reply to Gale. "Yes, Gale, I know I lied to you, but did what else would I have done in that position?"

"I don't know, maybe tell me the truth?"

"Yes, because I'm sure you would have loved me to say, 'I'm sorry, Gale, you can't come round to have a movie night with me tonight because I'm spending the night with Cato, who has been my secret boyfriend for the past year and a half'," I say, the sarcasm evident in my tone of voice.

He laughs bitterly. "Well, it would have been nice to have a heads up, because otherwise my nose wouldn't be broken, I wouldn't be getting a black eye, and I wouldn't have just been almost strangled to death!" he says, raising his voice at me.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Gale Hawthorne," I spit.

"Why?" that one word is said with so much venom and anger I can feel myself almost boiling with rage.

"Because I still have the power to fire you and leave you jobless without any redundancy pay."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I? Because Finnick and I had a interview today, and while he didn't seem suited for role of assisstant manager, I'm pretty sure he would be perfect if he were to be in your job position."

This simple statement shuts him up. It's true, I did think that Peeta would be best suited in either Gale or Cato's position, but I didn't really want to fire either of them, or even move their position within the company, Gale just really pissed me off.

"Fine. But I have a question."

"Shoot," I say, still not too happy with Gale.

"Why did you keep your relationship a secret? And why act like you hate each other?"

I sigh. "We kept the relationship a secret because after I told everyone he cheated on me, I didn't want everyone to make a big deal about it, and tell me that I was making a mistake, because in the end, it was my decision. Besides, keeping it a secret seemed to work for us, so we never thought the need to tell you guys."

Gale nods, his eyes narrowed. "And my second question?"

There was a second question? "Which was..." I motion with my hands to tell him to repeat the question.

"Why act like you hate each other?" he says, narrowing his eyes even more. I can tell that he's getting agitated.

"Oh, because I told everyone that I hated him, and after a discussion, we decided to keep up our pretence of hating each other. It was actually kind of fun, I thought."

I see Cato grin. "Yeah. It was fun for me too," he says, wrapping his arms around me.

Gale rolled his eyes. "Hmm. I still don't trust you, Ludwig," he says.

"And I still don't like you, Hawthorne," Cato counters.

"Yeah? Well, I still -" Gale begins.

"Will you two please quit it for a minute?" I interrupt. They both nod. "Good. Gale, you better not mention this to anyone else, alright? I still don't want our secret spilled."

"Why should I? Finnick will be very... interested to find this out. As will Johanna."

"You better not." I glare at him.

"Oh, but I'm going to. Nothing you say will stop me, as I think they deserve to know what you've been up to with the guy they thought you hated."

"Fine. But you're putting your job on the line by doing that."

"Now, somehow I don't think Finnick will let that happen now will he?"

He's got me there. I'm stuck so I say the only thing I can. "Fine. Tell them. I don't care anymore." I'm fighting back tears, and Cato can sense this, so he starts rubbing my arms from behind.

"I think you should leave now, Hawthorne," Cato says, and I can tell he's trying to keep his temper, for me.

"Fine. I have one thing to say though, before I do."

"Go on. We're listening intently," Cato says, his voice an icy tone.

"I'm taking you to court, Ludwig."

Cato tenses up. "What the fuck for, Hawthorne?" he growls.

"For physical assault and attempted murder." Gale crosses his arms and smile smugly.

"You don't have the fucking guts," he says, raising his voice at Gale.

"You may not think I have the guts, but I do have the proof," he says, gesturing towards his broken nose, blackened eye and neck where the bruises from Cato's death-grip headlock are starting to show.

"Shit," Cato mumbles in my ear.

I decide to send Gale away. "Bye Gale," I say bluntly.

"Fine. See you tomorrow," he says fakely and heads to the lift, but turns around when he gets there. "Oh, and use protection. Don't want another child to look after, now do we, Katniss?" With that, the lift opens and he steps inside and turns to face us, smirking. The lift doors close.

Oooohhhh evil Gale! I know it's shorter than usual, but I felt like that was a natural place for the chapter to end...

I actually had quite a lot of fun writing this chapter, as it was quite fun imagining what Cato and Gale might say to each other. Plus, I don't really like Gale, so I decided to make him not very nice, but that may change later in the story, depending on how I'm feeling. It probably won't, though.

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Ruth xx