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Chapter 5: Gray Meets Blue

"He said there is no record of a Katniss Everdeen ever existing."

"What?" exclaimed Annie, "It can't be. Are you sure?"

"Yes. He entered the information on the birth certificate four times and found nothing. The real Katniss Everdeen died 20 years ago so as far as everyone else is concerned, Katniss doesn't exist," said Effie.

Annie suddenly exhaled a deep breath that she didn't even know she was holding in. Katniss Everdeen, her patient, was now a non-existent suicidal Jane Doe. How can that be?

"Where's Dr. Aurelius?" she asked as she leaned against the wall.

"He's in a meeting."

Annie sighed and looked down at the floor.

"I have to tell him."

"Well you can't tell him right now. One must never forget their manners my dear, even if they are in times of trouble. Besides, it's an important board meeting, there's no telling what might happen if you just go in unannounced," said Effie as she handed the birth certificate back to Annie.

"Ok," sighed Annie as she accepted the paper from Effie, "Do me a favor and try and ask your friend if he could find out anything about her. Somebody from Social Services has to know something. They wouldn't just put anyone into the system if they didn't exist."

Effie wrote down her instructions in her small notebook that she used to remind her of tasks she was supposed to complete.

"And also try and get a hold of Katniss' foster mom. Ask her who her social worker was and try to get in contact with them."

Effie nodded her head before she walked away, leaving Annie alone in the hallway.

How can this be happening? In all her years of working as a psychiatrist, Annie Cresta had never had a patient who she couldn't diagnose. Sure, there were some times when Finnick had to help her but in the end, she always had the solution to anyone's problem. How was she supposed to help a non-existent person who won't talk let alone look at her? All these thoughts were interrupted as she felt someone tap her on her shoulder. She let out a little yelp before she met Peeta's eyes. She quickly exhaled a deep breath and touched her temple with her fingers.

"Peeta," she said, "didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up on people like that?"

"Well, yea," he said, "She also taught me not to vandalize school buildings, but look where that got me."

Annie gave him a small smile while she stood up straight and walked back into her office.

"So," Peeta said as he walked in after her, "what am I supposed to do now?"

Annie looked up at the boy and noticed that he took the liberty to change into his janitor uniform—a brown one piece suit—while she was speaking to Effie outside.

"Now, you're supposed to be working. Go to the janitor's closet down the hall, get some fresh sheets and put them in every single room that's on this list," she said as she gave him a list of room numbers.

"Remember," she continued, "no speaking with any of the patients. Just go in, drop them off, and one of the nurses will change them. Also, I don't want to hear any complaints about you. I'm a doctor as well as your boss, not a babysitter. One little complaint and I'll make sure your probation officer hears about it the minute it happens. Got that?"

"Yea." He said. He turned to walk out the office, but stopped when he heard Annie say his name. He turned back towards his boss and met his blue eyes with her own.

"Peeta, don't forget that everything you see and hear in this hospital is and stays confidential. If you ever hear anything about a patient, you ignore it and forget about it, ok?"

'You mean if I hear anything about Katniss?' he thought as he nodded.

He had no idea why the suicidal girl was still on his mind. When he heard Katniss' name from the heavily made up lady's mouth, it was as if his heart suddenly stopped. He knew that Katniss was obviously in the hospital after trying to kill herself but he never really thought that she could be there, on the twelfth floor, the mental ward. It was just a bit unexpected and completely caught him off guard. She's just a patient, he told himself over and over while he was putting on his uniform. He had tried to get closer to the door to see if he could hear anything that Dr. Cresta and the made up lady were saying, but found that they were speaking way too low. When he figured he wouldn't be able to hear them, he began to wonder why he cared so much. Was it guilt for not paying attention to her? Yea, maybe that's what it was. Nobody likes being ignored. Hell, he sometimes got jealous when Prim got all the attention from his parents.

Maybe if someone would have just taken the time to actually get to know her, this would have never happened. She would have never been in the hospital and he would have never been forced to work here while on probation…ok…so maybe the second part wasn't true. Gale would have still talked him into vandalizing the CTH gym and thus enabling him to work at the hospital while serving his probation—but at least she wouldn't be there locked up in a tiny cell with doctors constantly looking after her with needles and pills.

"Peeta?" Dr. Cresta's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Are we clear?"

"Crystal," he said as he tried to suppress thoughts about Katniss.

"Good, when you're done, tell Effie at the front desk and she'll let you know what to do next."

Peeta nodded his head as he walked out of the office and headed for the janitors closet down the hall. He opened the door and flipped the light switch on. His eyes grew wide as he saw the wall full of fresh sheets. He suddenly looked down at the list of room numbers and sighed.

This was going to be a long day.

"Finnick?" asked Annie as she knocked on the door belonging to the room next to Katniss…or whatever her real name was.

Finnick, who was facing the wall that peeked into Katniss' room, turned his head to look back at her. She could tell he was on his phone and waited patiently for him to get off. He turned back towards the one way mirror and mumbled a few things before he shut his phone and turned back to look at her.

"Hey, sorry about that," he said, "I was just talking to my girlfriend back home."

"Right, Enobaria was it?"

"Yea."

"How is she?"

"She's good, just wanted to know when I'll be getting back. I told her that you really needed my help and that I might be staying longer than expected."

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that."

"Why? What happened? Did you find anything out?"

"Yea," she said as she slowly sat down on a chair that faced Katniss' room, who she noticed still hadn't moved an inch.

"Why do you look like you're going to faint?" asked Finnick as he sat down next to her.

"Well, I found out some pretty shocking stuff."

"Like what?"

"She doesn't exist."

"What do you mean she doesn't exist?"

"I mean that there's no record of her existing at all. The real Katniss Everdeen died 20 years ago so according to the government she doesn't exist."

"You're kidding right?"

"I wish I was. But Effie contacted a few people and they confirmed it all."

"She still won't talk right?" he asked.

"No," she said as she looked at the girl in the other room. She hasn't spoken to anyone, didn't even make a sound when they revived her. She hasn't responded to her or any of the nurses. Maybe she needed something else, a different method to get her attention. Either something, or better yet, someone else.

A thought suddenly entered her head as she looked at her friend, a small smile forming on her lips.

"What?" he asked with a skeptical look on his face.

"Why don't you go in there and try to talk to her?" she asked him.

"Ha-ha, no."

"What? Why?"

"Because, me and freaky suicidal teenage girls don't mix."

"C'mon Finn, please? She hasn't responded to me at all. Maybe if she sees someone new, she'll talk. I-mean I know that if the same woman was trying to get me to talk all the time, I would have definitely talked if I saw someone else other than her."

"The answer is no," he said crossing his arms in a definite answer.

"Why not?"

"B-Because, she's your patient not mine. I'm just here to observe," he said as he motioned towards Katniss' room with his hands.

"Finn, why are you being an asshole?"

"I put my whole life on hold to come and help you and I'm the one being an asshole?" asked Finnick, an incredulous look on his face.

Annie sighed with a dejected look on her face.

Finnick sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He really did feel bad that he was refusing Annie. He could never refuse her anything at all, not since they were kids and he refused to put on one of her dresses to play dress up with her, "Look," he began, "I'm sorry. I just don't think it's a good idea for me to go in there, ok? I-mean if this is how she reacts with you, there's no telling how she might react if a man tried to get her to talk."

"Finnick, I don't know why you're being so difficult? I've helped you so many times. For fuck's sake, I broke up with three of your girlfriends for you. Not one, not two, but three!" she said, raising three fingers in front of his face to emphasize her point.

"Hey, in my defense I would've been seriously hurt if I did the dumping on my own," he said as Annie rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Look, I know that we've both been there for eachother plenty of times. But I'm sorry, I just don't feel comfortable going in there. We both know I'm not as strong as you when it comes to not cracking under pressure so if I go in there, I'll probably get fed up for not making her talk and just yell. Besides, I specialize in helping adults not teenagers. I've never had to help a teenage girl before and I feel that if I will all those stupid high school memories of being laughed at by them will come back to haunt me."

Annie sighed as her friend finished his sentence. She knew that high school wasn't very good to him, especially when it came to dating. Hard to believe but high school was not very good to the now charming and stunning Finnick Odair. His bronze, unruly hair made him stick out like a sore thumb and he had thick-rimmed glasses that sat on his nose. His freckles were obvious against his white skin and food was constantly getting caught in his braces. He wasn't fat, but he wants particularly skinny either.

It wasn't until college that Finnick finally decided to come out of his shell. His braces came off, leaving him with straight and extremely white teeth. He ditched the glasses for contacts and started working out by the lake during the summer, allowing him to receive his nice tan and his perfectly fit body. Things have definitely changed since high school. So much so that Annie wondered if he was the same boy she used to make mud cakes with. However one quick joke or heartfelt comment reassured her that deep down inside, he was still her Finnick.

"Either way, I don't think you're going to need my help any longer," he said, breaking her out of her trance.

"Why?"

He pointed towards the one way mirror that allowed them to peek into Katniss' room.

Needless to say, what they saw shocked them both.

'Room 112' read Peeta as he nervously scratched the back of his neck and sighed.

So far, in his 20 minutes of working in the hospital, he got hit in the head with a pillow by some freaky old lady; felt violated when some guy about 50 years old or so told him he had a nice ass, and almost got vomited on by a guy who looked like he hadn't eaten in months. To say that this was the worst day of his life was an understatement.

He sighed again as he grabbed some fresh sheets off the cart he had been pushing around. He looked through the small window on the door and nervously bit his lip. All he saw was a body with long and dark stringy hair facing the wall opposite the door. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door twice and opened it.

It was strange, the patient, who he guessed was a girl, didn't turn towards him. She didn't even flinch or show any sign that she had actually heard him. He looked to the left of him and saw a tinted glass wall. Was she being watched?

'Strange,' He thought.

None of the other rooms he went to had the glass wall. Maybe this girl was crazier than he thought. He walked towards a small table in the far corner of the room and set the sheets down. He turned towards the girl to see if she had finally reacted to his presence.

Nothing.

He let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding in. He guessed he was expecting her to throw or yell something at him. Instead he got nothing.

He slowly began to cautiously take a few steps back just to make sure the girl wouldn't do anything. When he was sure she wasn't going to respond to him, he breathed another sigh of relief and took another step back.

Big mistake.

His lack of eyesight in the back of his head made him trip over a chair, causing it to tip over with a loud BANG. He suddenly felt his butt make contact with the hard tile floor. He cursed himself for being so clumsy before he suddenly looked up and inhaled a sharp breath.

To Peeta, it seemed that time had stopped and wouldn't continue again until he looked away, because in those few seconds it took for his dumbass to fall back on his butt, the unexpected happened.

Gray met Blue.

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