Katniss P.O.V.

I don't know exactly how long I've been asleep until I hear the noise of glass shattering downstairs. I jolt awake and in less than a second, Peeta's right there by my side.

"You okay?" Peeta asks, fully alert.

"Yeah," I reply.

"Nightmare?"

"No," I say as I shake my head. "Did you not hear that noise?"

"What noise?" Peeta asks.

"It sounded like glass breaking," I reply.

"It didn't hear anything, but I'll go check it out," Peeta says as he gets out of bed. "Stay here." I nod my head as Peeta leaves the room.

I only have to wait about five minutes before Peeta comes running back into our bedroom. Peeta shuts the door before rushing over to the closet.

"What's going on?" I ask, but Peeta ignores me and continues to rummage through the closet. "What are you looking for?"

"This," Peeta says as he holds up a gun. "I'll be right back. Please stay put and lock the door." Peeta leaves again and my heart starts pounding.

So many things are running through my mind right now. What was the noise that woke me up? Why was Peeta running? Why does he need a gun? Where'd he go? All these questions flooding through my mind distract me from locking the door like Peeta told me to do.

I'm about to go check on Peeta when he comes back. He shuts the door and locks it back. He sets the gun beside of the bed and climbs back in beside of me.

"Peeta, what's going on?" I ask as he settles in.

"Someone broke the window downstairs in the living room with a rock," Peeta explains. "That's why I came and got the gun, but nobody was down there. Keep the bedroom door locked. Anybody can come in now."

Peeta scoots over closer to me and wraps his arms protectively around me.

"Katniss, I know you're not going to like this, but I'm going to have to hire guards for twenty-four seven protection. Not just while I'm at work."

"Peeta..." I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Katniss, don't start telling me that this isn't anything to worry about. This is clearly taking things way too far. Even sending those letters was taking it way too far."

"Actually, I was going to say that, as much as I hate to admit it, that sounds like the best thing to do." Peeta gives me a weird look. "What?"

"You're actually agreeing with me?" Peeta asks. I smile at him.

"Well, you've actually got a good idea for once," I say. "Even if I don't fully agree with the idea of people following us around all the time."

"For once?" Peeta asks. "So you're saying that's the only good idea I've had?"

"In a while," I reply. Peeta laughs and shakes his head at me.

"Why don't you try to go back to sleep? It's only midnight."

"What about you?" I ask. I look up at him to find that his gaze is locked on our bedroom door.

"I'm going to stay up for a little while," Peeta replies. "Just in case."

"Shouldn't you call the police or someone to come check it out?" Peeta shakes his head at my question.

"I'm wanna catch whoever it is myself."

"That's what I'm worried about," I mumble. "Peeta, I don't want you to get hurt."

Look, if something happens again and I don't catch them, then I'll call the police," Peeta promises me. "But right now, I'm just worried about catching them and giving them what they deserve. Now go on to sleep. I promise everything will be all right."

I nod and lay my head on Peeta's chest. He leans down a kisses me before his grip around me tightens. I close my eyes. Before I know it, my breaths are evened out and I fall asleep.

Early in the morning, I wake up to the sound of someone turning the knob to our bedroom door. At first, I think that Peeta probably locked himself out of our bedroom and is trying to get back in. I go with that theory, until I notice when I try to get up that Peeta's arms are still wrapped tight around me.

Seeing that he finally fell asleep last night, I try to wake him up without letting whoever is outside our door know that I'm awake. After a few seconds, I hear footsteps. I can tell by the way they keep getting softer and quieter that whoever it is is headed downstairs.

"Peeta," I say as loud as I dare. He opens his eyes and I can tell that he immediately knows something's wrong. I don't give him a chance to speak though. "Someone was trying to get into the bedroom. I'm pretty sure they went downstairs."

Without saying a word, Peeta gets up, grabs his gun, and leaves the room. I go over and lock the door, knowing Peeta wants me to do so. I jump when I hear a gun go off. I sink to my knees and pray to God that it was Peeta who fired that gun. It still scares me when it goes off a second time.

I hear someone coming up the steps so I stand up and walk over to the door. I'm about to open the door when something hits the wall next to it. I take a few steps back and my heart starts beating fast.

"Katniss, it's me," Peeta hollers. I sigh in relief as I go to open the door. The second I open the door, I see Peeta wadding up a piece of paper and throwing it down the steps with an angry yell. He stands there for a minute with his fists clenched tight. The last time I saw him like this was during a hijacked episode.

"Peeta," I say cautiously. He turns around so I can see his red, angry face.

"By the time I got downstairs, I was too late," Peeta says. "Whoever it was was already gone. They were too far away for me to tell much about them. All I know is they were covered in black clothing. I shot twice and missed both times. When I came back up here, there was a note on the door that said they might not have gotten what they were after this time, but they will the next time."

"The next time? So they're planning on coming back?" I ask. Peeta comes over and wraps his arms around me.

"Don't worry," Peeta says. "There isn't going to be a next time as long as there's something I can do about it."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sorry for the shorter chapter. I actually wasn't going to end it there, but it seemed like a good spot. Feel free to comment.