It was past 10pm, Riza wasn't sure how far past, but she just knew it was. She was still sitting at her desk, reading various reports on the military comings and goings of Central. She sighed, deciding she'd been at this long enough, she closed up the file she'd been reading and stacked it neatly with the others.

She knew the Colonel was still here, his office light was still on, and through the frosted windows of his office door, she could see his slumped over shape. Clearly he hadn't waited to get home to sleep. But that wasn't a big surprise to her.

She walked to the door, giving a slight knock before opening the door as quietly as she could, but the door still sent a small squeak into the silence.

A few stray strands of his black hair fell across his relaxed face, swaying slightly with his breath he took. She allowed herself to smile at this. This was the man who she swore to protect, the man who would some day, if she had anything to do with this, would be the next Fuhrer. That same man was sleeping at his desk, using unread reports and unsigned papers as a pillow.

"Colonel Mustang" called, softly shaking his shoulder

He groaned, clearly annoyed at having his sleep interrupted.

"Colonel"

"Mmmmm, what?" he asked, groggy from sleep, sticking his head up, his dark eyes still half closed

"Sir, its past 10, I think its time you head home" she said with a trace of humour

Colonel Roy Mustang saw an angel through his sleepy daze. The kind with golden hair and beautiful eyes. His eyes refocused, and he saw clearly, Lieutenant Hawkeye. His Lieutenant. She was still here, of course she was still here, she was always there

"Hawkeye, what are you still doing here?" he asked with a tired smirk

"Making sure you get some sleep on something that's not a desk" She answered

Roy stretched his arms above his head and yawned. Riza crossed the room to the coat rack in the corner and picked up the Colonel's coat. It was the standard Military issued kind, identical to hers. She handed it to him as he continued to stretch.

Riza saw him give her a look. Not a jeering or haughty look most Colonel's give their subordinates. His black eyes conveyed fondness of old friends. He took the coat from her hands, his own bushing hers. A small, rebellious voice inside her wished he felt that spark too.

A warm tingle flowed through him from the brush of skin. He loved that feeling. Established Military laws said he shouldn't, but until they came out with Thought Police, he'd think whatever the hell he wanted too.

" I guess we should both get some sleep Lieutenant" he said softly.

They departed each others company on the massive stone steps of Central HQ, saying their polite goodnights. Roy headed one way, Riza headed the opposite direction, taking her usual short cut through the park next door.