TRIGGER: National Park

"How about the park?" Katniss offered off-handedly, she had remembered going to a small national part outside of 12 for a school trip. It reminded her of a glorified forest with fancy birds but there was a calm feeling to the woods, to be surrounded by trees and song birds. "I read this article that District 2's national park has some of the rarest song birds."

"Huh, I didn't take you for a bird person."

"What kind of person did you take me for?" Katniss asks with a raised eyebrow in Johanna's direction. The black haired girl shrugged,

"Maybe a cat person? Coz it's kinda in your name. Get it? Cat-niss?" Johanna flashed a dorky grin before noticing the look of distain on Katniss's face. "Wow, not a cat person or a person of good humor. I'm disappointed Rookie."

"I'm sorry my dislike of cats disappoints you." Katniss's voice dripped with sarcasm "But that joke was awful."

"I thought it was funny." Johanna snickered as she went up the stairs to take her shower.

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Katniss had known District 2 was the second wealthiest district in Panem, but she would have never expected the District to have such a large park. After all, District 2 was know for it's masonry. It's large concrete factories and blacksmiths. It was possibly one of the most industrialized Districts, the only other one close may be District 5 with all it's power plants. And maybe District 8 with it's textile factories, although the factories there were much less glamorous.

They walk in a comfortable silence for a while, Johanna messing with the high-tech looking camera around her neck and glancing though a notebook with a page filled with animals that she had to photograph for the magazine. Katniss admires the trees they pass as they start to change color.

"Does it look like this in Seven?" Katniss asked quietly as Johanna snaps her head up from her camera to look at her. Katniss wonders if this was the time to be asking Johanna about her home district, especially if they are supposed to be undercover. Katniss cures herself when Johanna doesn't immediately answer her. Clearly now was a bad time for her to drop her guard and forget what they were really supposed to be doing here.

"...There are more pine trees I guess," Yeah, it was a terrible time to ask. She's not here to get to know Johanna Mason, she's supposed to be married to Hannah Madison. The silence become uncomfortable. How could Katniss be so foolish as to say something like that when they were out in the open? They could be being stalked by the killer right now and Katniss could have blown their cover.

Katniss continues to curse herself before she notices Johanna stop and raise the camera to point it towards a small bird in the tree a few meters away, the bird rams it's beak into the tree it's sitting on letting out a familiar pecking against bark sound. The camera clicks a few times.

"A woodpecker?" Katniss asks as Johanna lowers the camera.

"A Three-Toed Woodpecker to be exact. Fashion designer Faymen Phorcin designed a dressed based entirely off the colors and feathers of this tiny thing." Johanna states as she crosses off the bird in her little handy notebook.

"That sounds...pretty?" Katniss knew very little about fashion, but she couldn't imagine something being really pretty if it was all black and white and feathery. Johanna let out a chuckle.

"There's no accounting for taste."

The awkwardness lessens as Katniss fidgets slightly before feeling Johanna take her hand, intertwining their fingers so they looked more like a couple. Swinging their hands back and forth once in a while while they picked one of the trails to follow at random. The random acts of public affection was something Katniss had grown to expect, they had to look like a married couple and they couldn't do that if they looked uncomfortable with each other. Johanna made it seem so easy. She did everything from holding hands to kissing seem so effortless and natural that there were times that Katniss forgot that they were undercover.

A couple of squirrels rush by, one so quickly it appeared as a blur of brown fur before disappearing. The dull sound of song birds can faintly be heard as they walk along with the rhythm of another woodpecker pecking at a tree. Katniss was familiar with these sounds, they were the sounds she remembered fondly from her childhood in 12. They reminded her of the woods outside the perimeter of 12, the smell of pine and trees masked by the smell of sulfur and charcoal from the mines. Here it smelled less sulfuric, but there was still a lingering smell from the cement factories.

"So, what other fashionable critters do you need to photograph?" Katniss asked as Johanna flipped through her book with one hand, the other tangled in Katniss's and her camera hanging off her neck.

"Mostly birds, it's a pretty feathery-season," Johanna rolled her eyes, "I have the woodpecker so I just need a mountain bluebird, a purple finch, and a mockingjay."

"Aren't mockingjays really rare?" Katniss asked as she tried to place the bird, she had heard stories about them in 12. How the mockingbirds bred with jabber jays to create a new species of bird. A species that was now endangered because of people hunting mockingjays for their unique feathers and people keeping them as pets in order to make them sing like household songbirds.

"Tell that to the bitch Cocoa Channel who demanded I get good photos for her new dress line." Johanna snorted, "She's the most intolerable to work with. The only reason I may try to find one is because Cinna asked for one too. He's much more tolerable to work with. Pretty cool dude too."

Katniss smiled as they walked, Johanna untangling their hands only to raise her camera and take photos.

"Hey," Katniss starts quietly as something catches her eye. "Is that Enobaria and Brutus?"

Johanna doesn't turn her head and Katniss looks forward as they walk on after Johanna takes her photos.

"What's the big deal?"

"Oliver should be in school now, and it's Friday most people are at work." Katniss starts as she feels Johanna reconnect their hands.

"Maybe he works from home?"

Katniss shook her head, "When we were talking, one of the housewives said that Brutus had some kind of job that didn't allow them to adopt Oliver. They can foster him and that's it."

Johanna seems to be thinking this over, normal office jobs didn't put a pause on adoption and if he worked from home that wouldn't hinder the adoption either.

"We can go over this later," Johanna's voice got lower, Katniss knew it was because she might be on to something. They continued to walk down the path and Katniss looked over her shoulder briefly to see a glimpse of the bald of Brutus's head before turning back to face the path before them.

_P_A_N_E_M_P_D_

When they get to the end of the trail it opens into a large clearing. Katniss sets up the blanket and lets the basket in the middle while Johanna hunts down one of the birds she needs for work. Katniss smiles as she watches Johanna from her spot on the blanket, how she raises the camera to her face, the look of concentration in deep brown eyes. She watched the flannel shirt move up when Johanna raised her camera, the way the other girl's body moved and flexed.

Katniss shakes her head and pulls a water bottle out of the basket. Katherine's a pervert but she has every right to be.

Johanna trots back after getting her shots, a sly smirk on her face.

"What's for lunch, Babe?" Katniss fought off the blush when Johanna called her that. How her voice rasped ever so slightly as she said it.

"Cucumber sandwiches, apples, and I made brownies." Katniss smiles when Johanna's face lights up and she takes her seat on the blanket. Katniss hands her one of the sandwiches and watches as Johanna gratefully accepted the sandwich and unwrapped it at a speed that she's only seen from Prim at Christmas. She turns away only to unwrap her own sandwich. Despite Johanna reassuring her she could eat meat Katniss hadn't touched it sense she went undercover.

She watches Johanna eat, something she felt slightly guilty doing. It felt wrong to stare at someone all the time especially when eating. But she had never seen anyone enjoy her cooking more then Johanna seemed to. She liked to watch Johanna lick her bottom lip when the avocado mash dripped from the sandwich or when she bit into an apple and her teeth sank into the skin of the fruit before her lips followed. She remembered how Madge back in high school would guess how good of a kisser guys were based on how they bit an apple. She wondered how true it was.

She was good friends with Madge through high school and in college. She was the mayor's daughter back in 12 and was pretty wealthy but she never showed her wealth. She hung out with her and Gale and wouldn't talk about dresses or boys as much as the other girls.

A few clicks snapped her back to reality and she turned towards Johanna.

"You got your thinking face on." Johanna smirked. "What's on your mind?"

"It's nothing," Katniss shrugs and pulls an apple out of the basket, "Just thinking about an old friend from college. We grew up together and it's been a while since I talked to her."

Johanna nods but doesn't say anything else. Johanna just fishes another sandwich out of the basket and unwraps it with the same haste she did the first one. Katniss smirked,

"You're lucky I caught on to your eating habits." Katniss remarks as she watches Johanna shoot her an offended look before taking a bite out of the sandwich. Katniss laughed lightly and went back to her own sandwich. The black haired girl downed the second sandwich and laid back on the blanket, resting on her back with her hands behind her head. Katniss watches her chest go up and down with her breathing before turning back to the clearing. She watched the wind lick at the leaves, pulling them loose and carrying them through the chilled air.

"You made brownies?" Johanna's voice causes Katniss to turn back to her as the other girl pokes through the basket.

"Yeah, I've never made them before so I hope they turned out OK." Katniss started as Johanna pulled one messily cut treat from the tuber ware container. She turns the square over in her hands and Katniss turns away slightly embarrassed, "I know they're not pretty."

"I'm sure they're fine," Johanna snorted and Katniss couldn't hide the smile that formed on her lips. The smile faded when she heard Johanna choke next to her.

"You OK" Katniss asked as she noticed Johanna force swallow the bite of brownie she had taken.

"Y-yeah," The smile Johanna flashes her is so forced Katniss frowns.

"You don't have to lie about it."

"Ok, they're really bad." Katniss snorted "What, you said be honest! If you don't believe me taste it yourself."

Johanna holds out the brownie she bit, holding it close to Katniss's lips. Katniss rolls her eyes as she sees the glint of mischief in chocolate eyes.

"You didn't have to take such a big bite."

"Quit making fun of my eating habits." Johanna snorted back and pushed the brownie closer. Katniss exhaled a breath before taking a bite, almost immediately spitting it back out as dry flavor of burnt and bitter chocolate.

"Ok, that's bad," Katniss agreed as she chugged some of her water to knock out the burnt taste. She whipped her mouth on her sleeve afterwards and let out an exaggerated breath. Maybe Katherine was a better cook then she was. Maybe Katherine could bake better, make brownies that weren't burnt and bitter.

"Hey," Katniss turned back to the black haired girl, "It's not a big deal, you shouldn't make such a sad face."

Even if Katherine couldn't cook or bake, at least she had a wife that loved her no matter what. She's such a lucky bitch, was it wrong to be jealous of someone who didn't even exist?

"Come on," Katniss feels Johanna take her hands and pull her to her feet, she is only vaguely aware of Johanna setting her camera down next to the basket before intertwining their fingers and pulling her through the tall grass, picking up speed until they were running together through the autumn wind.

"Where are we going?" Katniss asks before Johanna looks at her over her shoulder briefly.

God that smile, Katniss suddenly didn't care where Johanna dragged her. If Johanna looked at her like that Katniss didn't care where they were going. She wanted to see her smile like that forever, to see those warm chocolate brown eyes look at her with the same shine that smile had.

When Johanna stops she turns and pulls Katniss into her, they are standing between the giant oak trees with red and orange leaves dancing around them. Katniss is more then aware of Johanna's arms around her torso as her hands grip Johanna's shoulders before her momentum can cause her to crash into the older woman. Katniss wanted to kiss her, now was the perfect time.

Johanna's mouth twitches and she says something that shatters the moment, "I'll love you no matter what, Katherine."

Katherine, the name feels like a slap to the face. Katniss has to wrap her arms around Johanna's neck and bury her face into her shoulder to hide the look of complete disappointment on her face. To hide the pain. To hide that she didn't want to be fake. She didn't want this, whatever it is between her and Johanna, to be fake.

"We should get back," Katniss says once she's sure her voice wont shake or crack. She pulls away from Johanna and leads them back the way they came. The silence is slightly more uncomfortable then usual.

"Hey! My camera!" Katniss jumps at Johanna's voice and turns to see the cause of the slight panic. There was a large black animal by their picnic basket with it's head buried in the basket with it's thick body dangerously close to the expensive camera. "GET AWAY FROM THAT!"

The animal lifts it head and Katniss can make out the thick headed animal to be a dog. A Rottweiler. Katniss immediately grabs for Johanna's arm to tug her the long way around.

"No, let's just get out of here," Katniss sees rage in Johanna's face as she pulls away.

"No way!"

"What the hell is so important about that camera?!" Katniss turns back to see the dog rushing towards them, their yelling must have aggravated it. Katniss dashes to the left while Johanna goes the other way, confusing the dog momentarily before making a mad dash towards the camera. She can hear the dog behind her, hear it's deep growling and occasional bark. When she gets closer to the basket she tosses her left arm down to snag the camera when her boots catch the blanket and she looses her balance, the full weight of the dog slamming into her as teeth sink into her arm. Her back hits the cold ground as her right arm comes up to try to push the large dog off.

There's the cracking of a gunshot as the weight of the dog shifts off of her, it's teeth are out of her arm and she sees Katniss's face hover over her own.

"What was so important about that camera that you just had to get it?" Katniss it's clear Katniss is angry, her gun it still in her hand as she pushes the dog away to ensure it's dead. Her other hand pulls out her phone and she hits Finnick's number on her contacts.

"Katniss?" The voice on the end asks.

"I need an ambulance, I'm at the Tribute National Park at the end of the red trail. My wife was attacked by a dog." Katniss tries to calm her breathing and Finnick quickly catches on that she's trying to keep her cover.

"Alright, stay on the line."

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How did it take? Sixty or maybe ninety seconds for the whole thing to unfold. Yet it took about an hour of waiting time before a doctor can finally see Johanna. Her arms wasn't too badly ripped up from what she can understand from the doctors, but she was going to need stitches.

Finnick sits next to her in the waiting room, tapping her arm and standing up to signal her to follow him. They walk down the hallway passing a few doctors before turning into an isolated room with Peeta waiting for them. Finnick closes the door and turns to her.

"We sent the dog to autopsy. Doc A managed to get an id. The dog was microchipped to a top security company in District 2. This particular dog was an attack dog used to guard high profile clients. When we contacted the company, they said that this particular dog was one of their more aggressive boys, but very loyal. Someone had to command this dog to attack you and Johanna."

Katniss sunk suddenly feeling bad. She killed some animal that was only following orders. "I can't believe I killed it."

"The first one is always the hardest." Finnick offered as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Animal or not."

"If it helps, the dog was already on death row." Peeta offered, "According to company files the dog was sent to be destroyed after killing a man during a security sweep."

"I thought you said the dog only attacked when commanded to." Katniss stated as she turned back to Finnick.

"The dogs are supposed to bite the target in the arm. That's what they're trained to do. This dog started going for necks." Finnick stated, "The dog bit two people in the neck in the last two months. One was during training so the person had padding. The other was the man who was killed. I'm not really good with this animal behavioral stuff, but Agent Chaff from Unit 11 assured us that this dog only attacked when told, but attacked to kill."

"The question is who had access to the dog. Only employees of the company can take a dog out of the kennel." Peeta added, "A lot of your neighbors work for this company. Can you think of anyone we should be looking into?"

Katniss thought for a moment before answering. "I saw two of our neighbors there while on the trail. Brutus and Enobaria. I don't know their last name but I know they foster a little boy, Oliver."

"We'll look into it." Finnick declared with a grin. "Maybe Enobaria is the girl in the photo."

"What photo?"

"When the dog had Johanna's arm, she hit the button on the camera and got a blurred image of what looks like a girl running away from the crime-scene." Peeta filled in, "We're getting the photo analyzed as we speak."

"We'll let you know if anything comes up" Finnick stated, "You better get back, keep up the good work Rookie."

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Katniss drives them back as soon as Johanna's done getting her stitches. Drunk on pain meds, the black haired girl sleeps on the way back. Katniss was exhausted, it had proved to be a more then taxing day. She hardly remembers helping Johanna up the stairs and to bed before she crashes next to the older girl, kicking off her shoes and forcing herself up to stagger to the wardrobe. She pulls out a T-shirt and pants and throws them on before landing on the mattress again. She's half asleep when she hears the whisper:

"Sorry Katniss,"

LIVE TRIGGER

A. Go to Sleep

B. Listen Quietly

C. Question Johanna

END NOTES

WOW It's been a while since I updated, this chappy is a long one so I hope it makes up for the wait. It was hard to get this written because the voting was so close every time I started a chapter I would get two more votes for something else. It took a while to ensure the voting was finalized and I had two different chapters half-written while voting went on. National Park literally won by a single vote, so EVERY vote counts! As Always thanks for the support!