My first Fullmetal Alchemist story…be gentle… I've only seen about a dozen episodes so I deserve a little bit of a break. Just…enjoy the story… The idea popped into my head one rainy night and I just happened to be on the computer at the time… So, here ya go.

Disclaimer: Don't own FMA or any of the related names, characters or so on…

ONWARD!

Riza Hawkeye rested her cheek against her fist, her elbow leaning on the desk and her free hand scribbling across the paper that was stacked before her. It was raining gently outside and she was sitting alone in her and Mustang's office, finishing the paperwork that had been assigned to her earlier that day. The colonel was out 'for a walk' and had been gone for quite some time. The first lieutenant dropped her pen with a sigh and grabbed the coat off the back of her chair. She'd have to go out and find her superior officer before he forgot completely about the work he still had to do, if he hadn't already.

The blond woman made her way through the military building, which was empty as it was long after hours. She passed dark rooms and empty corridors on her way to the front door. When she finally reached it she found a dripping wet colonel standing there, his black hair matted to his forehead and his eyes fixed on the floor.

"Sir? Are you alright?" Hawkeye said quickly, her voice filled with concern. Roy Mustang nodded curtly and shook his head violently, sending a bit of the water away. A flash of lightning illuminated him for a moment and then it was dark again, leaving Riza blind for a split second.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little sidetracked in the park," he muttered as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Hawkeye opened her mouth to respond but Roy just waved it off and brushed past her. "Come on, we've got paperwork to finish and I don't want to be here all night," he said. The blond woman nodded and followed her commanding officer back to the office.

Mustang sat down behind his desk with a heavy sigh. He hadn't been looking forward to the huge stack of paper that had been set there earlier in the day and he didn't really want to start working on it now. The colonel's eyes drifted over to Hawkeye's desk, were the stack of paper there was diminishing down to nothing. The blond markswoman would be finished in a matter of minutes and he hadn't even started yet.

"Lieutenant, you don't have to stay here. You can go home you know," Roy muttered as he halfheartedly grabbed a pen and began scribbling his signature across the papers. Hawkeye continued signing, never lifting her gaze.

"If I leave, you'll never finish. So until you're done, I'm going to stay here," she replied calmly. Roy sighed and continued with his work. There went his plan for not finishing his work.

Nearly an hour passed and Riza had long since finished her work and had begun reading but Roy had barely started. His hand was cramped and he was sure if anyone asked him to write something it would automatically come out in an extremely sloppy form of "Roy Mustang."

The colonel jumped slightly when a hand wrapped around his wrist and made him drop his pen. Hawkeye bent over Roy and studied his signature for a moment before she scribbled an exact copy of it on one of the pieces of paperwork. Roy's eyes widened in surprise. Riza Hawkeye, strict follower of all rules, was forging his signature, and on official paperwork never the less!

"Hawkeye! What are you doing?" the black haired man gasped. The first lieutenant didn't look up from the papers as she breezed through them at what he thought was an impossible speed as she answered.

"You'll never finish this otherwise, and it's already late. Look at the time sir," she said casually. Roy looked up at the clock and had to do a double take. It was twelve-thirty!

"How long was I gone?" he asked in a hushed voice. Hawkeye shrugged her shoulders slightly as she set aside the finished papers and moved onto the next.

"Three hours I believe," she answered. Roy snatched the pen out of her hand, a shame filled look on his face.

"I'll finish," he muttered. He had left her in the office, alone, for three hours, while he wandered around the city, shrinking away from his work, which she had just helped him on. Hawkeye blinked several times and nodded before heading back to her own desk. Mustang then went back to signing, looking up occasionally to see Hawkeye turn a page in her book or yawn.

It was almost another hour before Roy set aside the last bit of paper with an exhausted sigh. He stretched, cracked his knuckles and looked over to Riza. The blond had set her book aside and had her head on the desk, cradled in her arms. The lieutenant was sleeping peacefully.

Roy smiled and looked up at the clock. It was very late, and she'd been there since early that morning. It was no wonder that she had fallen asleep, and he didn't blame her for it. Instead, he stood from his chair and walked over to her desk, from where he began shaking her shoulders gently.

"Hawkeye…wake up…" he urged quietly. She stirred slightly and made a small noise of protest. The colonel grinned and guided her up out of the chair and over to his couch, where he laid the woman down. She then curled into a ball and a small smile crept across her face. The woman hadn't really woken up and was now lost in her own world. Roy snatched up her coat, as his was still damp and drying by the door, and laid it across her body. It was too late to send her home and she was too tired as it was. But he couldn't just leave her there by herself.

The black haired military man left the office, and went to a closet down a nearby hall. He opened it slowly and found what he was looking for; several blankets and pillows were stacked neatly upon the shelves. The colonel grabbed as many as he could carry and brought them back to the office. When he entered the room Hawkeye was sitting up and looking at him.

"Sir?" she questioned suspiciously. He walked over to her and handed her a pillow and blanket.

"It's too late to head home, and you're too tired. So we can stay here for the night," he said. Hawkeye raised an eyebrow. "I'll sleep on the floor, don't worry. Over there if it bugs you that much," he said. The blond nodded and he carried his blankets and pillow to a different side of the room. Riza laid herself back down as he made himself a make-shift bed. The next time he looked back up at Riza she was asleep again, her face peaceful.

'God, she's beautiful,' Roy thought. Then he mentally slapped himself. He couldn't be thinking that! She was one of his underlings! 'But it's true! She is beautiful!' a voice muttered in the back of his mind. Roy crawled under his blankets and snarled at himself to shut up and go to sleep.

The colonel lay awake for a few minutes more, listening to the gentle patter of the rain against the glass of his window. It was relaxing. Even if he was useless in the rain, he liked it. It always made him drowsy and it was a wonder that he hadn't fallen asleep doing his paperwork. But he supposed Riza would have put a gun to his temple if he did.

Roy rolled onto his side with a sigh, and found himself staring at Hawkeye. One of her arms was dangling over the edge of the couch, barely touching the floor, and the other lay across her stomach. Her face was tilted towards him, her mouth partly opened. She looked peaceful.

Roy rolled off his makeshift bed and crawled over to the sleeping lieutenant. He gazed at her with half lidded eyes. After a moment he realized that she was staring back.

"What are you doing sir?" Hawkeye inquired softly. Roy blinked and back away a few inches.

"Uh, nothing?" he tried. He wasn't even really sure why he had crawled over to the woman. But she wasn't convinced. She raised an eyebrow and propped herself up on her elbow.

"Not a liable excuse," she said through a yawn. Roy shrugged and crawled back to his bed, mumbling a low apology. Riza watched him curl up under his covers, his back to her, and a small smile spread across her face. After a moment of watching him the woman curled back into her ball and fell back to sleep.

Roy opened his eyes, and was instantly blinded by the early morning sunlight. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow, trying to block out the blazing sun. It had obviously stopped raining sometime durning the night. Hawkeye was already standing next to her desk, buttoning up her uniform. She chuckled quietly as she holstered her gun.

"Time to wake up colonel. You do have work to do you know," she said. She got a muffled complaint as a reply, so she tossed Roy's coat at his so that it dropped around his head. "Get up sir, or I'll blow out your kneecap," she threatened. Almost instantly Roy was on his feet, his coat already about his shoulders.

"I'm up! I'm up!" he muttered as he fumbled with his buttons. Riza sighed and stepped forward to help her commanding officer with his coat. In moments she had moved onto his hair, which was sticking straight up in various places. After she was done he looked half-way decent and she stepped back. "Eh, thanks lieutenant," Roy mumbled. Riza nodded and went to her desk. Roy went to his own desk and sat down, just waiting for someone to burst in the door with a gigantic stack of paperwork. Someone did burst through the door, but it wasn't with a gigantic stack of paperwork. They were too short.

"Hey Mustang!" he shouted as he waltzed into the room without knocking. His brother followed closely behind. Roy leaned back in his chair and smirked at the midget.

"Hey poppy-seed. What's up? Or, in your case, what's down?" he said with a grin. Ed immediately blew up.

"WHO YOU CALLING A POPPY-SEED? I'M NOT THAT SMALL YOU OVER GROWN KINDERGARTENER!" Ed yelled. Hawkeye sighed and stood from her desk.

"While you children play, I'm going to go get the colonel's paperwork," she said. Al gave her an as pleading of a look as he could manage, begging her not to leave him with such idiots, but she just waved it off and left the room. This left Roy and Ed to their little spat, unsupervised by a responsible adult.

"What's that supposed to mean midget-boy?" Roy sneered. "Kindergartener? Is that the best you could come up with?"

"Most kindergarteners are selfish! Like you!" Ed snapped.

"And most kindergarteners are short…like you…"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP PYRO-BOY?" Ed shouted. Roy merely chuckled.

"Whatever shorty. Now what are you doing here?" he asked. Ed took a few deep breaths before depositing himself in an empty chair while Al just stood in the background. He instantly got serious and Roy got the hint.

"There's been a riot in one of the nearby cities. People are getting killed left and right," the boy said. Mustang leaned forward, resting his chin on interlaced fingers, suddenly serious.

"Who's causing the riots?" he asked. Ed stared at the floor.

"Envy."

"Lieutenant!" Roy yelled. Riza poked her head around a corner, a stack of papers in her hand.

"Yes sir?"

"Get your guns, we're going with Ed and Al!"

"Sir?"

"DO IT LIEUTENANT!"

END CHAPTER ONE

There, my first FMA fanfic. What do you think? A little bit of a cliffhanger ne? Please review…