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The Sin of Love

Summary: First Lieutenant Elizabeth Hawkeye is missing- presumed dead. In his desperation, Roy takes a sample of the blood found at the site where she was last seen as well as a couple of strands of hair from a clip and attempts the Ultimate Sin… but what if you try to transmute something that isn't really dead?

Prologue

"This is it, sir- this is the scene of the accident."

Brigadier General Roy Mustang bent down and ran his fingers through the stiff, bristly brown grass beneath him- a rather contemplative and thoughtful look on his face. He was thirty-one years old, with thick black hair and equally black eyes- famous as both a great war hero and a formidable alchemist.

The man beside him was twenty-four, with perfectly rectangular glasses and a small black and white dog at his feet. His name was Kain Fuery, and he was a Sergeant Major, substituting for Mustang's second in command, First Lieutenant Elizabeth Hawkeye, who hadn't turned up to work for past few days. Neither of them were worried- though a little confused. Elizabeth, or Riza, as she was known, had run up a total of nine hundred and sixty-two unused sick days and holidays in the twelve-or-so years she had worked for the Amestris Armed Forces- in short, she was fully entitled to talk a break. In fact, she could take several years worth of a holiday and still get paid- not that she would. This was what confused the men- Lieutenant Hawkeye never took a day off, not even when she was ill, but here she was, gone- and without even calling in first…

"Have we any idea what happened here, Sergeant Major?" asked Mustang, looking up and catching sight of the totalled car that lay just a few metres away.

"We believe it ran off the road, sir," said Fuery, point up the hill behind them, atop which lay a dangerously winding road.

Mustang winced inwardly, "that's one hell of a drop."

"Yes, sir."

"What about the people in the car?"

"None, sir."

Mustang stood, "what?"

"The car was empty, sir."

"Whoever was driving it must have lost control and bailed at the last minute," Roy inferred, shaking his head. "Has anyone called the police about it?"

"Actually, sir," said Fuery, leading him over to the vehicle in question, "if you look closely, there is blood on not only the seats, but also what remains of the windows, the roof and… well, just about everywhere else, sir. We believe that the people were still inside when the car came off the road and tumbled down here."

"Anyone who survived that drop would be in no position to get themselves out of the car before the police could arrive- why would they even try in the first place? They'd have more chance of rescue where they are."

"Sir?"

"I believe somebody on the outside took the body-"

"Bodies, sir," Fuery corrected him. "There were at least three people in the car- two in the front seats, and one or more in the back. We won't know until we can run some tests on it."

"…But why not leave the bodies as they were and make it seem like an accident…?"

"Maybe the people inside weren't dead- they could still talk…" said Fuery.

"I agree- maybe this was an attack after all. Have you done any testing on the car?"

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Has it been messed with?" Roy elaborated.

"I'll get someone on it right away, sir," said Fuery, and he turned around to speak to someone on the other end of a two-way radio.

Roy took a step closer to the car and opened the door. Though the car was badly convoluted and twisted, it wasn't hard- in fact, it seemed suspiciously as though someone had forced it open once before. As he leaned over, careful not to touch anything, the sun shone over his shoulder, causing something that had previously been in shadow to glint suddenly in the light. He reached over and picked it up.

It just was a shiny brown hair slide with a tiny pink flower in the corner. Not all that interesting, really. He turned it over, about to set it back down as he'd found it when he caught sight of something engraved on the underside of the clip. A brand? A victim's name? A lead? He rubbed it with his thumb carefully, clearing it of the dry blood that had caked it and froze as he read the familiar name. He read it again just to make sure he hadn't imagined it.

"Fuery," he said loudly, unable to take his eyes off of the clip. "Tell them I've found something more important- something that needs testing immediately."

"Sir?" Fuery put down his two-way and came to stand behind him. Roy turned around, his face paler than even his Northern ancestry could account for, holding the hair slide out to him with shaking hands. "Oh, yeah," said Fuery, not seeing exactly what had gotten him so worked up, "I guess we'd be able to find some pretty definite DNA on that too, huh? Any hair attached?"

"There's a name, Fuery," he said, turning it over slowly- half hoping that the name he'd found had disappeared in the two or three seconds that he'd looked away.

Fuery took it from him curiously, then his eyes widened and he almost dropped it again. "Eliz…?"

Roy nodded unhappily, "Elizabeth Hawkeye."