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Rating: Teen for language and some sexual references

Summary: Roy and Riza have been playing chicken since The Promised Day. Everyone else knows how they feel about each other even the Fuehrer. A group of brave souls decide that they need to do something about it risking injury and death.

Operation Green Eyes

Part One: Where's the They in Team

Everyone had celebrated when the fraternisation laws had been repealed. Some hitherto hidden relationships went public and gossip was rampant throughout the military about who would be next. But the one relationship that everyone had thought would soon become public never happened. The close relationship between General Roy Mustang and his First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye was well known in East Military HQ. Fuehrer Gruman in particular showed a real interest in the possibility in the alliance of his granddaughter and his protégé, but even the leader of Amestris didn't succeed in playing match maker. Not that it stopped him from trying of course.

The General and his Lieutenant were frequently seen in each other's company, and although Riza was his aide and second in command, this was to be expected, many suspected a deeper relationship. It was in the way they looked at one another, the professional distance they kept from one another as though any touch would set them on a dangerous path. It was the fleeting smiles and surreptitious glances. Numerous bets were made on the day they would admit to their desire to be couple, but these came and went unpaid. The only barrier to pursuing a relationship was now entirely down to the refusal of the stubborn pair to acknowledge and act on their feelings. Was it fear or guilt or something else entirely? The other members of Mustang's unit of officers were the most puzzled of all.

Roy Mustang was normally a graceful dancer, well practiced from his laps on the floor with all the eligible ladies of East city. Yet, his frame was loose and while his hands were at Riza Hawkeye's waist, he was barely touching her. She too looked uncomfortable, a hint of red in her cheeks. Neither of them were looking at one another making a comical if uncomfortable tableau on the dance floor.
Jean Havoc frowned, "For fuck's sake, look at the way he's holding her."
People might view Havoc as a bit of a country bumpkin, but one the things he had learned well was how to dance.
'It's painful to watch," Heymans Breda ground out.
"That's a textbook case of repressed sexual tension." Rebecca Catalina said with a sigh. "Why doesn't he bang her already?"
Kain Fuery scrunched his nose, "Why ever did they agree to have a dance if it was going to be this much of a disaster?"
Jean shook his head. "The Fuehrer tells you to dance; then you dance to his tune."
"Especially when it's at the Fuehrer's birthday bash," Rebecca added.
"I suspect he's playing match maker," Falman said.
Jean rolled his eyes. You could always trust Falman to state the obvious.
"Of course he is." Rebecca clicked her tongue. "Riza's his granddaughter."
"And he's always had a soft spot for the General," Jean added.
"That pair are too stubborn for their own good." Rebecca threw down her napkin, "I'm so done, honey."
Jean turned to his girl, 'Huh?"
"Those two are not going to admit their feelings without a bit of help."
Jean smirked, "What are you thinking?"
He was a little terrified at how devious she could be, but it was one things he liked most about her along with her penchant for being blunt and her great rack. His mouth salivated a little as he caught sight of her ample cleavage in her red dress.
"Up here, Jean," she scolded when she noticed he wasn't paying attention.
She glared at him when he finally looked up, "When was the last time you saw the General skip off work early for a date?"
The four men looked at one another, blank looks on their faces. It certainly had been a while.
She bit at her lip. "They need to feel a little more insecure. We've got to make them jealous."
"Maybe we're wrong?" Fuery's voice wavered a little.
"No, Mustang has it really bad. He can pinpoint exactly what part of the room she's in and we all know how silent the Hawk's Eye is. It's Hawkeye, I'm less sure of."
Rebecca picked up her glass of wine. "Oh she's interested all right. I can tell."
"Are you sure? Hawkeye's not exactly a.." Breda paused mid sentence , "uh..woman."
Rebecca glared at him, "Riza is not like most women," she corrected. "Not all woman are uniform, Breda. No wonder you're not hitched."
She took a sip of wine. "Men!"
Havoc didn't bother pointing out that she was tarring men with the same brush in the same way she had just chided Breda for, but he wanted to get laid tonight. He figured it was best to keep his mouth shut even if Breda was sending him disgusted and betrayed looks from across the table.
Jean glanced instead at the dance floor. When he turned back to the table, the others were wearing equally disgusted faces.
"It hurts to even look at that," Breda all but growled. "Not that I want to look at them mooning over each other. But anything's got to be better than this."
"I think it's romantic," Fuery said.
"Then let's do something about it," Rebecca suggested, her eyes lighting up. "Jean and I will be in charge of recon, try and get them to open up."
Fuery's face had gone pale. "You're not really going to interrogate them are you?"
Jean put his hand on Fuery's shoulder, "Relax kid. We're not suicidal."
"Anyone willing to put their money on it?" Falman suggested. "I bet that Havoc will get burned to a crisp."
"Hey!'
"No - Hawkeye will shoot him,"Breda put in.
"No need to sound so gleeful about it," Jean said with a pout.
"My money's on Rebecca shooting Havoc," Fuery offered.
Jean's mouth dropped open. Well, they always said you had to watch out for the quiet ones.
Rebecca laughed, "You know my money's on that too."
"Right!" Jean sighed, "It's pick on Jean day."
The money was surreptitiously passed to Falman under the table. Just in time, Hawkeye and Mustang were returning to the table. The invisible wall was intact again and she walked a step behind. The pair exchanged suspicious glances at the unusual quietness at the table.
Mustang raised an eye brow, "Did we interrupt something?"
Fuery let out a high pitched giggle.

To be continued…

Sorry for any typos I missed. I hope this was readable and I had a blast writing it.

Next time: Jean and Rebecca put their plan into action. There's a surprise kiss and Jean does something to piss Roy off. It's just another day in the office of Team Mustang.