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My boots clunked against the floor as I made my way through the many halls of Central Command. My mind was extremely preoccupied that I didn't see anyone coming until I ran into them.

"Ah sorry!" I said standing up from where I had fallen.

"Not a problem, Wilkes," Havoc said with a smile.

I smiled back. Havoc had been like a big brother even since I'd joined the military. He was the one they had asked to show me around central command. I smiled fondly at the memory.

"Kendra. Kendra!" Havoc called waving his hand in my face.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at him dazed.

"Sorry was remembering when I met you," I grinned.

He grinned back.

"That was a great day. You were so shy then."

I giggled. I had been a very shy person at that point. I never spoke out of term and was never unprofessional when at work. But as I got to know the group I worked with, I slowly became less professional when I was with them. Of course I still know how to be professional if I needed to be.

"I was actually looking for you. Colonel Mustang wanted to see you," he said, using Mustang's title as some other officers walked by.

I nodded and followed him through the winding hallways, finally arriving at our little office. I left Havoc at the door, as he said Mustang wanted to talk with me alone, and headed to Mustang's desk. The door shut with a soft click.

"Ah, Major Wilkes."

"Colonel Mustang, sir. 2nd Lt. Havoc said you wanted to see me," I said saluting my superior officer.

"Relax soldier. I was wondering if you had anything new to report."

Why would I have anything to report? I wasn't currently working on any case.

"No, sir. I'm not currently on an assignment," I said as I lowered my arm. I didn't relax my stance however.

He chuckled and moved to sit in his chair.

"That's right. Sorry Major. I thought I had assigned you something."

I blushed slightly at his laugh. It made a smile appear on my face when I heard it. To distract myself, I reached my hand up and played with my earlobe. It was a nervous habit like biting nails, except less germy. I only ever did it when I was stressed or anxious.

"You seem a bit stressed, Wilkes."

I nodded and dropped my hand, now feeling self-conscious. "Stressed is not the word for it, Colonel."

Anxious was the word for it. Whenever he referred to me as Wilkes and not Major he made my heart race. I refused to let how it affected me show however because that would be extremely unprofessional and even though I was unprofessional with the team most of the time, the rest of the team wasn't here. It was just Mustang. I was looking at the ground when I heard him move in his chair. When I looked up his black eyes were boring into my brown ones. Like he was trying to read my soul. I was beginning to feel anxious again.

"If there is nothing else sir, I have other work to attend too," I lied, attempting to not rush out the door in embarrassment. Or blurt out my feelings for him.

"Of course, Wilkes. You are dismissed."

I moved towards the door and could feel his black eyes watching my movements.

"Oh and Wilkes," he said stopping me in my tracks.

I turned slightly, letting my bangs obscure my view.

"You don't have to refer to me as 'sir' all the time you know. You could call me Mustang every now and then."

I nodded and quickly left the room.

"What was that all about?" Havoc asked as he followed me down the hallway.

"I honestly have no clue."

Havoc just shrugged and let me head off. I needed to clear my mind and he must have been able to tell. And the best way to clear your mind was to shoot things.