This is going to be a little fun chapter before the big stuff come. Hope you enjoy!

Also drop me a review on what you think Cato's last name should be. The options are written in the A/N in the end of the chapter.

Cato and I get settled in our new room. It's big, lush and comfy. Everything and anything anyone would want in a hotel room. Even the whole chocolate on the pillow, which I eat quickly.

I lay down on the soft bed with the fluffy pillows and am nearing sleep when I hear Cato's footsteps nearing the bed.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Sleeping."

"There you go."

"Why?"

"I'm tired and the bed is comfy, besides we can't go and make 'friends' already. We have to wait till tomorrow."

"Katniss."

"Cato. I'm serious. Lay down for a bit and see if you don't fall asleep."

"I'm serious."

"I'm so serious." I mock him in my faked-up manly voice.

"Fine. I see there is no point in arguing with you."

I hear feet shuffling and feel weight being placed on the bed. Cato is actually laying down when I told him to. Wow.

"Dammit, it's comfy."

I chuckle, roll over and actually have to lift my head to see his face. He has his eyes closed but there is a slight smile on his lips.

"Told ya it was comfy."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

I try to settle back in my pillow but Cato's voice interrupts me.

"How come you're different?"

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that you are a different person for different people."

"Isn't that how you do this though?"

"Yes, but when have I passed from being the goon, the bodyguard, someone you were supposed to hate to someone you joke and laugh with?"

He's looking intently at me has if I have a specific reason.

"I don't know. Remember our little talk? Well there are people that just grow on you, people you can't hate no matter how much you try. Just don't screw it up alright?"

"I'll try."

"That's good enough for me."

"One more thing though. Do you trust me?"

That stops me. To me saying I trust you means more than saying I love you. You can love someone but you can still not trust them and for me that's a no can do.

"I don't know. Do you trust me?"

"I don't know."

We reach a standstill so we both try to get into comfy positions and fall asleep.

I wake up several hours later and find myself lying pretty damn closely to Cato. For a second I panic but then I remember why.

I still think there is some sort of catch in the mission, Snow wouldn't be merciful enough to order me to kill someone who is actually bad. Maybe Alma convinced him, I can't see her doing much for me now but maybe she hopes to get something from this. Or maybe they're just trying to ease me into it, to make me think it'll always be like this and that I won't have to kill innocent people again.

I take a moment to look at Cato, like really look at him. I've never been this close to him but even now I can tell that my assumption of him looking downright angelical while he sleeps was absolutely correct. Whether from down a room or up close and personal he looks angelical, sleep gives him a relaxed and content expression that I can't help but smile at.

He also looks much younger while he sleeps. I take in everything I can while he's like this. His sharp jaw line, his nose, his lips, his eyes that are now closed, I can see his eyelashes nearly touching the flawless skin of his cheekbones. He is beautiful.

All those things, things I'll have to ignore while on this mission were we are too close, simply too close. I realize what I am doing and immediately stop, pulling myself in a upright position like an electric shock just went through me.

That jolts Cato up and he looks around for a bit not yet being used to his surroundings when his eyes fall on me.

"Are you ok? Did something happen?"

"Nah, just, bad dream I guess."

"Oh." He looks to the bedside table. "It's three o'clock do you want to get something to eat?"

"Sure."

"Okay then. Let's go."

He starts to get up but I pull on his arm and make him fall back on the bed.

"Wait, can't we order in? Please?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to and I haven't done this much before. Every time I'm in a hotel room I'm on a mission."

"Fine. Order whatever you want. I'm gonna take a shower."

"Okay. Do you want something special to eat?"

"Not really. I'll eat whatever you eat so try not to go too crazy." He smirks and makes his way to the bathroom.

I call the reception desk and ask where and how I may order in and after they tell me I call it right away asking for all types of food which they say will arrive in my bedroom in five to ten minutes.

Cato really shouldn't have left me in charge of the food. I mean what was he thinking? He can't leave something like that to me of course I'll order a bunch of crazy stuff and things I can't even pronounce. That was unwise of him really.

The food gets to our room a whole of eight minutes later when Cato has just gotten off the shower and comes into the room only wearing a robe.

Cute.

He takes one look at all the food and the one still coming and directs his gaze to me. I look down a bit.

"You're insane." He starts laughing.

He's laughing. He could be mad but no, he is in our room holding is stomach from laughing so hard.

"You okay there buddy?"

"I'm fine but how in hell are we going to eat all of this?" He asks motioning towards the plates that fill the bedroom.

"I've no clue but we gotta start somewhere. I say steak."

"What's this thing?" He points to a plate of something, I'm not really all that sure about what it is.

"Hell if I know. Taste it. If it tastes good keep it if not put it on that tray over there." I point to a lonely tray in the back of the room for the unwanted dishes.

"Okay. Let's dig in."

We fill ourselves up with all kinds of food and desserts joking all the while and I can't help but think that this is nice. Just joking around while eating a bunch of food, occasionally one of us chocking because we're laughing so hard. I'm my old self, the one that played around and was always in a good mood and that is because of Cato. I haven't been like this in two years, since Peeta died, and this little piece of fun is something I desperately needed.

I also notice that Cato is very different outside of Division. He's playful and actually smiles. Maybe here he doesn't feel as watched or as controlled. I wish I could ask him about his past, why he is in Division, what's the real story about how they make Careers, his life. But I can't because even though we are having fun now that could all change in a second.

A/N: Hope you liked this little chappie! Not much going on just a little glimpse on them actually outside of Division and in a area where they aren't being watched 24/7. That will also change when they meet Templesmith and he orders that cameras are put into their room to see if they're the real deal or not so you have that to look forward to.

R&R my dears :)

By the way the poll for Cato's last name is still going! Write me a review with your preference.

Cato Steele

Cato Grant

Cato Williams