A/N: So this is part 2 of NCISfanatical's request. :) Cinna's turn to find out about Hayffie. This takes place during the Victory Tour. Cinna's POV. Let me know what you think and don't forget to submit your own prompts for me. Feel free to submit more than one if you want to. The more there are, the more I have to work with, and therefore, the more I can write for you guys! TA-DAH! Magic ;) :P I do hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing this one. (I rewrote it like 4 times cause I couldn't get it right, but now I like it :D)

-Ellie.

I walk through the train, carrying a black bag that holds the dress I designed for Effie. I've been very busy with the designs for Katniss, but Effie's a friend and I know she likes us to look like a team. I had a spare few hours this morning, what with us simply traveling, so I figured I might as well use my hours wisely.

I reach the door to Effie's room and knock gently.

"Effie? I've brought a new dress for you, darling." I wait. There's no answer, and I can't walk around the train with a dress all day until I find her. I might as well just leave it in the room for her with a note. I open the door gently and hear the shower running in the bathroom. I don't want to bother her, so I'll just lay it out for her. I find her notebook and a pen on the desk and begin to write.

'Effie, darling.'

I hear a noise that interrupts my thoughts. A giggle. I lift my head, looking towards the bathroom door. Why would she be giggling? When I hear the next few noises, I realize exactly why she's giggling. She's with a man. She's very lucky it's just me and not Katniss or Peeta in her room right now. Even a Capitol attendant walking in right now could be disastrous. As a stylist, I'm used to seeing naked bodies and the concept of sex, so it doesn't bother me or embarrass me to be hearing this. I can only imagine what Katniss' reaction would be. At the same time, I respect their privacy and needs. I suddenly realize something - there's only two other men on our team, one of which is gay. She's with Haymitch. Come to think of it, I haven't seen either of them since lunch. I'm brought out of my thoughts by more noise, and it's clear that they're way past foreplay by now. Muffled by the sound of the shower, I hear her moan his name and he groans in reply. I have to give them their privacy and quickly. I turn back to my letter.

'I came in here to bring you a dress that I designed for you. It's designed so that you match our little "Team Mockingjay" when we arrive at the Capitol for celebrations. I would like you to perhaps wear it for the Victor's Ball, if you choose to, of course. I was going to ensure that it fits you properly, but I noticed you were' I hesitate, not sure what to write. I go for the obvious. 'showering, so I've laid it out on the bed for you. Please try it on and tell me at dinner if it fits you and any alterations I need to make. Please be careful with it, and be sure to move it CAREFULLY to the wardrobe before using the bed.

Cinna.'

By now, I hear their moans growing louder and occurring more often, so I quickly place the note on the bed and leave the room.

I make my way out of the room, closing the door quietly and hastily retreating back to Portia in the dining car. I can't help but grin on my way through the train. I always knew those two didn't really hate each other.

As I enter the carriage, she looks up at me smiling, but her expression soon changes to one of questioning when she notices my smirk. I shake my head and let out a light chuckle, sitting back down in my seat opposite her.

"Do share the joke?" she smiles at me.

"Would you assume that Effie hates Haymitch, and vice versa?" She looks puzzled by my question for a second, but considers her answer for a minute or so.

"No. I wouldn't." I raise my eyebrows, urging her to elaborate.

"No?"

"Well, I'm a woman, and I see the way she looks at him. What I also see is the way he looks at her. The fact that they spend a lot of time together would surely cause them to bond. Perhaps first as friends, like you and I, but I do believe that over time this grew to something more. It's very clear to me that each of them needs the other, deep down. I think they share a connection. A bond."

"Interesting. How long have you thought this?"

"Since the first day we met them." She smiles at the memory. "Do you remember how they bickered for the whole meal?" I nod and smile with her. We had been for a meal at a high-class, expensive, new Capitol restaurant with the two of them in order to get to know each other and discuss strategies. They had indeed bickered non-stop about everything, but it was clear that most of what they said was in a teasing manner. They were good enough at their act to keep up public appearances, but both Portia and I have the gift of being rather perceptive. Call it "artist's intuition". We saw through their act. It partially helped that I happened to notice something as we sat afterwards for drinks and conversation. Effie had kept her left hand under the table at all times. I could tell from the angle that she was resting it on Haymitch's lap. I also noticed how he would sometimes clench his jaw or tense up and suck in a sharp breath, and I couldn't miss the hint of mischief in Effie's eyes as she very subtly moved her hand. Of course, they think we hadn't noticed, but we had. We were just too polite to mention something. I had decided from that very first moment that I would get along with my new colleagues just fine. They seemed to possess the perfect amount of subtle rebellion. Over the past year, I've come to realize that it is a little game they play often. Every time we sit at a table, one of their hands will remain under the table at all times and the rest of us get to view the other trying their best not to react. It's amusing, really. I wouldn't be shocked if any tributes have ever noticed. I would bet any money that Peeta has. He has the same artist perception as Portia and I. I sometimes see him smirk with a knowing look on his face when Effie and Haymitch argue.

"Why do you ask anyway?" Portia's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Well, when I went to drop off the dress, he was there." She looks a little shocked, raising her eyebrows at me.

"He was? Why?"

"I would have asked him, but they were a little... busy." I smirk at her and she looks puzzled.

"Busy? Doing wh-?" her eyes widen in realization. "Oh my." She giggles a little, fully understanding my implications. "Where? Did you walk in on them? What did you do? Oh my, Cinna!" I smile at her excitement.

"Calm down, darling. I didn't see them. They were in the bathroom."

"The bathroom? Classy." She giggles again.

"Oh, the bed looked like it had recently been occupied. I do believe they were in the process of preparing for dinner."

"Save time and water I guess." she murmurs, smirking, and I grin back at her. "You missed a question! What did you do?"

"Simple. I placed the dress on the bed and left her a note to try it on. Then I left."

"So, she doesn't know you know?"

"No, I don't think so. She wouldn't have heard me enter over the sound of the shower and their... activities. For all she knows, I took the dress before they began to make any noise." Portia giggles again and I smile softly at her. She's a few years my junior, and she feels like somewhat of a little sister to me. I care for her deeply. I had originally hired her as an intern, but I quickly saw her talent and potential. From then on we became a team.

"I must say though, I cannot blame the woman. Shower sex is fabulous." She grins at me and I laugh softly at her.

"You wretched woman." She laughs.

Effie enters the room looking a little flustered, but other than that you can't tell she has indulged in this afternoon's activities. She sits down next to Portia and greets us, smiling, but she ensures to avoid eye contact with me. I smile at her in return.

"Oh, Haymitch is never on time! Where is that insufferable man?" Effie huffs and I bite back a chuckle. As if rehearsed, Haymitch saunters in a few seconds later and takes the seat next to her. I smile. One has to love ever-so-casual, post-sex, staggered entrances. They greet each other and Haymitch greets us. I give him a knowing smirk, for which he looks at me curiously. He's about to open his mouth to question me when Katniss and Peeta walk in.

"Ah, excellent! We can eat! I have worked up quite an appetite today!" Effie says happily and Haymitch smirks. We all fill our plates and tuck in. I notice the usual dinner-routine for the secret lovers opposite from me, but today it is Haymitch with his hand under the table. I must give her credit, Effie is very good at masking her reactions, but she looks mortified when she lets out a loud squeak that is clearly beyond her control. Her hand immediately flies to cover her mouth as Haymitch grins, smug. I mask my smirk as a caring smile.

"Are you alright, Effie?" I ask her and she blushes so red that it's even visible through her thick make-up.

"Oh. Y-yes, I'm fine. I just felt like something touched me." She glances at Haymitch and he smirks at her. I can tell she's fighting a smirk too.

"Oh really, sweetheart?" Haymitch asks, still grinning at her. "Where did it touch you?" Their eyes are locked and I can hear the flirting tone in his voice. He winks at her, and Effie's blush deepens. She attempts a glare at Haymitch, but I can see the amusement and lust in her eyes and her lips hold a very slight, almost imperceptible smirk. I've never seen them act this forward in public, but I've seen that look flash in both their eyes when they argue.

"My leg, Mr Abernathy! Not that it's any of your business." They hold each others gaze, and I can tell they're in their own little bubble right now. "Although, come to think of it, it was probably you that touched me. I'm sure a drunken buffoon like you would not think twice about sexually harassing a lady." He grins at her.

"Firstly, sweetheart, you'd have to actually be a lady for that statement to apply, and secondly..." He lets his eyes roam down to her waist and back up. "I wouldn't even think once about it." She turns her body a little more to face him.

"Is that so? I'll have you know that I AM a lady, as you damn well know, and I certainly never heard you compla-" I clear my throat, softly enough to not be rude, but loud enough to stop that sentence before it went where I could tell it was going. Effie jumps slightly, as if she forgot our presence, and quickly turns back around, her now-wide-eyes locked onto her plate. I notice Katniss giving Peeta confused glances and curiously eying her blushing Escort and smug Mentor, while Peeta focuses on his plate, a slight smirk on his face. Portia smiles into her wine glass. I decide to move the conversation on.

"So, Effie, did you try on your dress?" She glances up at me and smiles widely, but I can tell it's a little forced. I can see her relief at the change of subject though.

"Yes, I did."

"What did you think of it?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Oh, Cinna! It's absolutely marvelous!" Her smile relaxes a little and becomes genuine rather than forced. I smile at her.

"Thank you. I thought you'd like it. How does it fit?"

"It fits perfectly, of course! You have an amazing eye, darling!"

"Well, put it down to years of experience and an outstanding female partner." Portia smiles at me and blushes a little. She's never been one to take compliments arrogantly.

"Well, both of you are amazing! Unmatched by any other styling team, I assure you." I smile and thank her, feeling proud at her kind words. Portia and I have truly come a long way from our small, back-street boutique. Silence falls again, and it quickly grows awkward. I notice that everyone glances at everyone else every now and then. Effie will glance at me when she thinks I'm not looking, and Haymitch when she thinks nobody is looking, while Haymitch openly glances at her, smirking. Katniss glances up at me, then to Effie and Haymitch, and finally back to Peeta. Portia glances to her right, where Effie and Haymitch are seated, and then smirks up at me before her eyes flash briefly to the kids. Peeta keeps his eyes on his plate, but every now and then glances up at Effie and Haymitch, before sharing a slight smirk with Portia and looking back down to his plate. It warms my heart to see how much Portia has bonded with the boy. She cares for the both of them as much as I do. I clear my throat again, lightly, trying to break the silence that has lasted for a good 5 minutes.

"So... Haymitch..." He turns his head away from Effie's direction and to me. I smirk slightly as I ask "What did you think of Effie's dress? I'm sure she tried it on for you." Portia chokes slightly on her wine, and tries to hide her laughter. She grins at me as Effie's eyes widen and a deep, scarlet blush appears on her cheeks. Haymitch's eyes widen briefly, but then narrow a little.

"I... uh... I ain't seen no dress." He mumbles, before focusing intently on his plate.

"Oh, but I thought I heard you talking in her room earlier. I assumed it would be about her dress, since she most likely tried it on after her shower." I grin at Portia, who is silently chuckling into her wine glass. I notice desperation and despair in Effie's eyes. I can tell she wants the ground to swallow her up, but she responds by simply letting out a quiet whimper. She picks up her wine glass, and I happen to notice that she takes slightly desperate gulps of the liquid, rather than her usual ladylike sip. Haymitch opens and closes his mouth for a few seconds, looking like a goldfish.

"Strategy." He mumbles, before picking up his glass of liquor and draining it in one chug.

"Oh, I see. How silly of me to assume otherwise." I give the two of them a knowing smirk, before smiling at Portia and her failing attempts at hiding her laughter. I glance to Katniss and Peeta to see if they caught on.

Peeta smiles down at his plate, a slight blush on his cheeks. Katniss looks confused and, quite frankly, pissed off at not understanding the joke.

I'm sure she'll figure it out eventually.

A/N: There you go, NCISfanatical, my lovely. I hope you enjoyed what I did with your prompts, and I hope everyone else enjoyed reading them too! :D Do get in touch with any other prompts you might have. All are welcome, no matter what rating they may end up. I shall write whatever is requested of me. :)