Hey! I've been reading a lot of RoyAi 100 Themes recently, and found the list on Touchstone. I couldn't resist giving it a shot. I wanted to do them in order, but I figured that would take forever. I had originally planned not to post any of them until I had finished them all, but I got excited and couldn't resist posting. Please review at the end and tell me what you think! Feedback is very helpful.

Timeline: Between the episode 18 and 19, after the Central National Library 1st Branch is destroyed and before the Elrics find Barry the Chopper in the armor.

This one was a lot better in my head, especially the scene at the end, which was going to be more emotional, but it didn't turn out that way because I got an idea for one of the other themes so I had to leave things more vague than I would have liked too.

Also, about Marcus real quick – He wanted to be like Scar, but then strayed from that path and ended up a psychopath. He had a cool story at one point, but it's not important at this moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own FullMetal Alchemist.

002. Gunshot

"Get down!" Hawkeye barked, aiming her gun at Marcus.

"Or what?" Sneered the man in question, staring at the lieutenant with wild gray eyes. "You wouldn't shoot me."

"You heard her, get down." Roy growled. Rain drizzled from the sky to soak the ground and the circle of officers surrounding the murder suspect.

"Make me." Challenged the suspect. His tan Scar-esque jacket seemed out of place with his black jeans, shirt, and greasy hair, "But you can't can you? Because it's raining, and everyone knows that water beats fire any day!"

Roy scowled but kept his head, watching as Hawkeye's finger twitched on the trigger.

Bang.

A bullet flew out of the gun, quickly reaching the suspect and grazing his left shoulder, ripping his clothing perfectly and drawing a crimson mark on the pale skin underneath. Hawkeye's eyes widened as blood seeped from the wound, she hadn't meant to hit him, only scare him into submission. Master Sergeant Fuery flinched as the bullet missed his head by millimeters, zipping through his hair just above his ear.

"I've been hit!" Wailed Marcus, dropping to the ground, his right hand gripping his injured shoulder, "I'll report you!" He hissed; eyes trained on Hawkeye, "You're not fit to hold a weapon! You're a danger to the citizens of Amestris!"

"You have the right to remain silent." Growled Havoc, shoving the man onto his stomach and wrenching his arms behind his back.

"I'll get the car." Hawkeye murmured, backing away slowly. They had left the car a block or so away where they had first spotted the suspect.

Mustang nodded to show that he had heard.

"Fuery," He called to the younger man, who looked up as soon as his name was called. "Get the other car."

"Yes sir." Fuery said, and hurried off after Lieutenant Hawkeye.

Hawkeye looked troubled as she strode briskly down the street, trying to keep her focus as memories threatened to overcome her.

"Don't worry about it sir," Fuery said, "Nobody will listen to a criminal."

"I'm not worried." Hawkeye replied, "Are you alright?"

Fuery brushed his hand through his hair, feeling the line where the bullet had flown through, leaving the spot all but bald.

"Its just hair, it'll grow back." He shrugged. "Marcus will know not to challenge us again."

"We won't be dealing with him again Fuery, you know that." Hawkeye stated, knowing that the mass murderer would fall victim to the firing squad.

"Well, yes but…" Fuery stuttered.

"You're okay, and we caught the criminal, that's all that matters." Hawkeye said, slipping into the car.

Back at the office the men chattered about a job well done, one more criminal off the streets, the city saved for the time being. Riza frowned as Breda imitated the criminal's agonized cries the way a young child would imitate a funny movie quote. Roy chuckled, listening to the conversation of his subordinates instead of writing a report on the incident. The paper that sat before the lieutenant told her of the shots she had fired over the past week, reminding her that her aim had been off for the past three days.

"You need one on the other side Fuery, make it look like it wasn't an accident." Havoc told the younger officer.

Right, enough fun, back to work boys. Hawkeye thought, pulling a gun out of her desk drawer to startle her comrades, knowing this was one of the few ways to make them listen. She clicked off the safety, the sound lost in the giggles that filled the room. This gun she kept full of blanks, so that it would make a noise but not actually shoot anything, no danger, except to the ears. Aiming the weapon at the floor in front of the colonel's desk she pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang, sending a shiver of fear through the men in the room, who instantly shut their mouths and diligently got to work. Riza's eyes were wide as she stared at the small hole in the floor caused by the bullet that had flown from the barrel of her gun, remembering now that she had put the blanks in the wrong gun by mistake and had yet to fix her error. She stood up, dropping the gun on the desk as she hurried from the room.

"Lieutenant?" Roy asked as the door slammed shut behind her. Havoc, Fuery, Falman, and Breda looked at each other, then at their commanding officer, confused by the lieutenant's sudden actions.

Roy sighed and pushed himself out of his chair.

"Hurry back chief; you've still got a report to write." Havoc said.

Roy gave him an 'I'll do it later' wave and strode from the room in search of his first lieutenant.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots, all flying through the exact center of the target.

"I thought I'd find you here." Roy said, leaning against the wall behind Riza, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing sir." She replied curtly, letting loose another shot, which hit slightly to the left of the hole made by her earlier shots, causing her to scowl.

"You sure?" He asked, noting her expression of displeasure at the shot. Receiving no reply, he continued to press. "Every shot doesn't have to be perfect."

"They can't be off target. Somebody could get hurt too easily if they are." Riza stated.

Roy opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as his lieutenant spun around to face him.

"If I had been off by another centimeter I could have easily killed Fuery or Marcus." She hissed, "Further left and I would have hit Fuery's head, further right it would have been Marcus' neck, down and I could have hit his arm or his chest. Whichever direction somebody would have died because I wasn't on target."

"You've never been that much off, I'-"

"Yes I have." Riza huffed, cutting off whatever Roy was going to say. "Not in a long time, but that doesn't mean it can't happen. And that's not a risk I'm willing to take." She turned her back to him, aiming her gun at the target again.

Bang.

"What happened?" Roy asked; his voice soft and gentle, guessing that the memory was a painful one.

"I was five." Riza murmured, drooping slightly. "I was out with my mother, she was teaching me to shoot, she thought I should be able to defend myself. A bear attacked us. It was rabid, and she told me to kill it. I missed."

"Riza, I-" Roy stuttered, suddenly understanding why impeccable accuracy was so important to his subordinate.

"I don't want your sympathy sir." Hawkeye stated, carefully aiming her gun. "The past can't be changed, but I can make sure that the future won't be filled with mistakes that can be prevented."

Bang.