AN: Once more this story came from my dreams and my dreams are strange little things. I only own my OC and the idea. If you like it then please tell me so I know that I've caught someone's attention. Next chapter will be much longer. Please Enjoy!
In the early afternoon at Central Headquarters and Jean Havoc was strolling down the hallway with a stack of mail in his hands. As Havoc walked towards the office, he puffed idly on his cigarette tasting the sweet nicotine. He was also looking casually through the mail.
A small part of him wished that someone might have sent him something. Every now and again he could expect either a letter or a package from his parents. It was their way of telling him that he needed to visit more.
Most of it was addressed to the Colonel and they had been sent to him from a mix of adoring females and high ranking Generals. No surprise there. Then something caught hold of Havoc's attention.
He removed the cigarette from his mouth and he held it between his middle and index finger. A smirk grew upon his face. It was a letter addressed to Hawkeye.
Havoc entered the office with that same amused look. As he passed the desks of his working cohorts he saw Kain Fuery remove himself from the radio at his desk.
"Did I get any mail?" He'd been asking that all week. What he was waiting for, no body knew but it was obviously important.
"No, sorry," stated Havoc as he approached Mustang's desk and placed 5 envelopes beside his superior. "As usual the bulk of it goes to the Colonel."
Mustang shrugged arrogantly "What can I say? I'm well liked."
Fuery sighed heavily and went back to his work.
Havoc then turned to Riza as he pulled out the last letter. "It would seem that somebody likes you too."
Riza raised an eyebrow as she took hold of the envelope. She noticed that there was no return address. It would seem that Havoc was right. Someone was defiantly trying to get her to notice.
"This is the sixth letter without a return address that I've been sent within the past week." She carefully opened up the envelope and pulled out its contents. She examined the handwriting with a critical gaze. "Yes, it's definitely from the same anonymous sender."
For the past week, Riza had been receiving anonymous letters without a return address. The post office would never send a letter that didn't have a return address on it, which meant that someone within Headquarters was placing them directly into her mailbox each morning. The letters contained nothing erotic, insulting, or of an otherwise unpleasant nature and so Hawkeye had not bothered to have these letters stopped or to hunt down its writer. Being one of a few female officers in the whole of the Amestrian Military had always meant dealing perverted men and their sickening fantasies. These letters were nothing.
"Lieutenant, may I see that letter?" Mustang extended his hand as Riza gave him the letter.
As he read it over he had to place his hand over his mouth a few times in an attempt to stifle his laughter.
"What's so funny, sir?" questioned Hawkeye in her usual no-nonsense tone.
He gave her back the letter and said "This guy is pathetic. He obviously has a crush on you but instead of being a man about it and just admitting to it he's sending you these poorly written letters."
"Sir, you and I both know that the strict Fraternization Laws would prevent any soldier from admitting any attraction to another officer."
The look that she gave him tipped the others off that she was referring to someone entirely different from the person who had sent the letter. Mustang scoffed and muttered "He's still an idiot."
Little did they know the one who had sent the letter had been listening in the entire time, from behind the door. They sighed with defeat, "I'm so stupid."