Author Note- This is a crossover between the stort Golden eys by Junodog and the story Deadline by Meganekko this does not in any way show thier opionons only my own interprutation of thier stories. Please read thier stories first (also I have written this with the idea that Hughes hasn't died yet) I believe this is after Roy and Ed's wedding

Grissom looked up at Greg . "Yes?" He was sitting at his desk, waiting for the last appointment of his shift to end so he could go home.

"I think we should go visit Ed…" Greg replied, "I'm sure he and his brother get lonely wandering around in their search for the philosopher's stone, and I want to see them; I thought you might too."

Sighing, Grissom looked down. Greg was right, he did want to see the brothers. Their last visit had been far from happy. "But you said it yourself Greg, they travel too much for us to find them to visit them, even if we use some vacation days."

Greg thought about this for a moment, before stirring happily. "But we still have that note from Mustang and Hawkeye, they are Edward's commanding officers, they have to know where he is!" Slowly, Grissom smiled and nodded.

Greg and Grissom set off into the city, for once prepared with a small bag for in the other world, the next afternoon. The tall buildings of Las Vegas flew by and as the turned down a third alleyway, they seemed to morph, twisting into the older twentieth century style buildings of Amestris. Greg grinned, pulling the sheaf of paper out of his pocket triumphantly.

"Hey! Wow, we're on Mustang's street. I guess this passage stuff is more reliable than we thought!" Grissom rolled his eyes at him and followed as he set off at a trot. He stopped as something caught his eye.

A puppy was whining on the edge of the street, favoring one of his front paws as he hobbled along. Alphonse will take care of him, Gill thought and picked him up gently. Greg had gotten far ahead of him and was walking up someone's front steps. Grissom caught up with him as the door swung open. They gasped.

A blond teenager stood in the doorway; his hair the same gaudy golden shade as his eyes. But Ed's face had changed from the last time they saw him. Deep puckered scars raked the left side, three vertical with a fourth that cut through two of them. Two parallel scars ringed his neck, like from some sort of collar and his eyes were wide with fear. He was staring at the dog as if it caused him immense anguish just to see it.

Grissom quickly dropped the dog but Edward was backing away, his hands going to his head and cringing against the wall. Greg looked at him helplessly and called out, "Colonel Mustang are you here? Ed…" He was interrupted by the heavy clatter of steps on the stairs as a man with a mop of black hair and ebony eyes flew by him.

Gripping Edward's wrist gently, he pulled his hands away from his head and looked him in the eyes. Quietly, he whispered, "It's over, Honey, come back to us…" Ed stared at him wild-eyed for a moment before slowly he seemed to come back to reality. "Go lie down for a little bit."

Edward nodded and shakily tottered up the stair Roy had just vacated. Roy turned to look at them and his eyes widened substantially. "Is something wrong?" He asked, staring at our shocked faces.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Said Grissom. "What happened to him?" Roy shook his head sadly and motioned for us to come in. We followed him into the kitchen wordlessly and sat down at his dark wooden table.

"This October, there was… a killer. He was hunting young women who had dated me. Apparently, someone he loved at been hurt by a relationship we had and he was seeking revenge. That night, he saw me talking to Edward, and chose him instead," Roy's voice was shaking and he didn't meet the eyes of either CSI. "We managed to rescue Ed the next day but not before… Let's just say that your killer was nothing compared to him."

Grissom and Greg stared at him dumbfounded for a moment. "Just recently, he hand to completely relive those memories, literally as if it were all happening again. It was his choice but it still hurt him and his sanity beyond where he had been before."

"Why would he choose to relive that?!" Greg asked, shocked. Light footsteps sounded through the house, obviously not Ed's due to his noisy metal leg.

A small smile lit Mustang's face, "The only thing he ever would do that for." Grissom thought he knew but Greg still looked oblivious.

"Roy! I think Willow's going to have kittens!" A small voice said and Alphonse, Edward's younger brother, burst into the room. He also was not as the CSI's had last seen him, for then his smiles had only been shown through the lightening of his voice not through the brilliant grin that now stretched across his human face.

"Greg! Grissom! You came to visit!" He cried happily, and threw his arms around Grissom impetuously, the same way he had done when he was an eight year-old boy trapped in a closet. Grissom smiled and hugged him back.

"Good to see you back in the flesh again Al," Alphonse smiled but it was tainted by something else… guilt?

"Yeah…"

Roy looked over at Grissom, "That reminds me, do you remember what happened that sparked it?" Grissom thought back carefully.

"A stray dog, but I don't see why…" He trailed off as Mustang slapped his forehead with a hand and went up stairs. Alphonse took his seat.

"Why would a dog cause your brother problems Alphonse?" Greg asked nervously, this was obviously not what he had expected when he said we should come for a visit.

Shuddering, Al said, "The man that hurt brother, he always called him a dog of the military; because he was a state alchemist."

Guilt flooded through Grissom, so he had finally managed to get rid of the pedophile who had been stalking the brothers in time for this to happen? It wasn't fair; these boys had been through enough.

The kitchen door creaked open and Roy and Edward came in, Ed blushed and mumbled, "Sorry…" taking a seat next to Alphonse and Roy.

They sat in silence for a moment as Grissom studied him. A red turtle neck now covered most of his scars, and a similar shade graced his high cheek bones. He seemed ashamed, disgusted with himself for what had been done to him. Was this how he would have been if the killer we had caught had gotten his way? What exactly had happened to break him so, so much more than the furious anger that had almost made him the center of a homicide investigation when his stalker had been found? That at least had shown his personality. Now he was shrinking, pulling away and fraying at the edges.

"So you finally got a cat, huh, Al?" Greg asked attempting to break the uncomfortable silence.

Startled, Alphonse looked up at him and blushed. "Yeah, her name's Willow. We'd stopped traveling soo…" Grissom smiled at the boy.

A knock sounded on the door behind them and Ed got up quietly to get it as Roy muttered, "What is this, a train station?" good-heartedly.

"Yo! Edward," said a brightly cheerful voice.

"Hello Hughes…"

"Hi there Big Brother!"

"Hello Elycia… come in."

They followed him swiftly into the crowded kitchen. Ed tried to sit in the corner so that the visitors could have the remaining chairs, but Mustang subtly let him take his seat, mumbling something about coffee. Their hands brushed as Edward sat down; Roy blushed. Grissom smiled knowingly at the table.

"Oh, hey Gil, Something up?" Hughes asked, noticing him and Greg for the first time.

Grissom shook his head, "We just came by for a visit." Greg nodded vigorously. Edward smiled at Grissom tentatively, but the smile that he gave back was tainted with sadness.

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