A/N - Soooo sorry it's been so long. Everything should get back on track now that the holidays are officially over!

CPOV

"You know, it was Ms. Trinket who called me the first time, not your mother. So she must know something or be getting paid to pretend she knows something." I tell Katniss, who is shaking her head, no doubt trying to understand what's happening.

"I don't get it, why would Effie help my mother out in any way? She knows how little I speak to her, let alone see her. She didn't know why I was coming here, just that I was going to be here. I don't get what could be in it for her at all. She's been doing fine since the war ended, well, for the most part." She rants, not looking at me, but the back of the seat in front of her and talking with her hands, which I had yet to see her do. "I feel like I've already gone through these questions! What the hell, Christian, why is your ex….whatever she is doing this to us?!"

Wow, she's pissed and rightly so. I learned from my Ana to not try to control her temper, since there's no way I would let anyone else control mine. I shake my head because I've answered that question before and she knows that but in her anger, I don't expect her to remember.

"That's it that bitch will so get what's coming to her! Taylor, take us to Ms. Lincoln's shop please, I'm in need of a haircut." Katniss orders my personal security man, my driver, sometimes the only friend I have.

Taylor looks into the mirror at me and I shrug and nod. I just hope she doesn't kill her in front of everyone, that's not something I need to see on the big screens of the Capitol. I turn to Katniss as Taylor changes direction, "Hon…"

She shoots me a dirty look, okay, not in the mood to be called anything sweet. So I try again, taking her hand in mine though she snatched it away quickly. Well, okay, don't touch either. Okay. "Katniss, what are you going to do when we get there? What if it was Cynthia who got Elena involved? Did you think about that?"

She narrows her gray eyes at me and I don't know what else to do but look away from her. This isn't me; I don't slink away from a fight of any kind, even if it's not my fight. If anything, I'm the one who finishes it, usually through talking, bargaining, yes, I've kicked ass, but this isn't what I want to do. Katniss almost hisses her answer at me, "Well, it wouldn't really matter if it was this Cynthia, who maybe I need to have a conversation with too, because it was Elena who had those weird kids following us in District 4 and it was Elena who conveniently had Flavius, someone I've known for awhile come and do my hair. If he hadn't been with me the whole freaking time, I would think she had him plant the damn things, but he wouldn't do that to me."

"How do you know?" I dare to ask before I think about it. I shouldn't have said anything and I have never regretted opening my mouth more than right now. I haven't been in the submissive role in quite some time, especially like this.

"Should I just do this on my own? I mean, I don't need to have you take me, I can figure out where this bitch is by myself, Christian. In fact, maybe I should just get out of the car and go home, forget about this crazy lady who is trying to ruin the fun I'm having, forget about the time we've spent together…"

"Wait? What?" I have to interrupt her this time. Now it's my turn to be mad. "Not ten minutes ago, you were telling me how happy you were and now you're saying that you want to forget it all?"

She closes her eyes and shakes her head, taking a deep breath. Without opening them, she reaches out to her side, seeking my hand and I grab hers. She opens her eyes and the look there tells me everything I need to know, she's scared. Of what though, I don't know. Her voice is low and the exact opposite of what it was seconds ago. "Christian, I don't want to forget, but I also don't want to have what we have going on to be ruined by some ex….whatever she is. What the hell do I call her, them, anyway?"

I let out a small chuckle but quiet myself quickly. A small smile plays on her lips and she nods, so I tell her, "Elena was the one who taught me, but I don't think you could call her my girl-friend and Cynthia was more of a girl-friend, which ended badly. So, to make it easy, let's just call them my exes. I will go with you to Elena's shop but we'll see if we can talk to her in the back, in her office. I like to keep my private life private, if that's okay."

She nods, "I wish I had had that option. I will calm down and I do actually want to get a trim, so can we do that first, if Flavius is there?"

"Wow." I stutter out.

"What?" She asks, her fingers intertwining with mine.

I shake my head, look in the mirror at Taylor and he shakes his, shrugging. I look back at Katniss, "You aren't going to get mad at me if I tell you?"

"I imagine it'll depend on what you tell me." She answers and when I don't say anything after a minute, she shoves me playfully with her shoulder.

"It's just, just that your moods are all over the place. Should I be worried? Do you need to see my therapist?" I ask carefully but keep a small smile on my face to keep it light.

She lets out a massive laugh and slaps my knee, which kind of stings. "Oh my God! I'm not crazy if that's what you think. Though I'd have plenty of reasons to be. No, it's the damn shot, until I get my period and everything levels out, my moods will be all over the place. It's more annoying than anything. I'm sorry I freaked you out."

I shake my head at her, "Taylor, let's go get Ms. Everdeen a haircut."