Missing

When Riza doesn't come into work, her co-workers begin to worry, especially a certain Colonel.

Colonel Roy Mustang groaned, as he finally slammed his fist down on his desk, the pen in his hand producing a stiff ' THUNK'ing sound against the paper document that was lying open on his desk.

" Where is she?" he finally shouted, and his comrades jumped out of their seats.

" S-Sir?" asked Master Sergent Kain Fuery, already knowing the answer, as he cautiously sat back down in his seat.

" WHAT?!" Roy shouted, jumping angrily to his feet, causing Fuery freeze in fear, thankfully Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc intervened before Fuery had the chance to wet himself on the spot.

" Jeez, Roy, just cool it." Havoc stated calmly, and Roy glared at him, before slumping back down into his chair with a groan.

" I'm sorry, Fuery." he said with a tight sigh.

" I-It's alright, S-Sir... I'm sure Lieutenant Hawkeye has a good excuse for not arriving yet." Fuery replied, as he blinked and sat back down.

"...How did you..." Mustang said, sitting up and looking at his men.

" Do you really even have to ask that, Colonel?" Havoc said with a snicker, as he took in his superior's baffled face. " Because you make a bit too obvious."

" Havoc's got a point, Sir. You do make it pretty easy to tell." Added Second Lieutenant Haymens Breda, as he took a bite out of his triple-decker ham, turkey and cheese sandwich.

Roy glared at them as he sat up in his chair, before sighing again, and running his fingers aggrivatingly through his hair.

" Havoc, Breda, take calls and get the papers done while I'm gone." He said suddenly, as he strode quickly over to the closet, grabbing his coat and yanking on his gloves, and headed towards the door.

" H-Hey... wait up, Chief! You're not going alone!" Havoc blurted, as he and Breda stumbled out of their chairs, followed by Warrant Officer Vato Falman and Fuery who rose from their chairs as well.

" You're right," he said with a small grin, cocking his head towards the youngest member of the unit. " Fuery's coming with me."

" WHAT?!" they[ Havoc, Breda and Falman] exclaimed, as they all turned to look at the somewhat startled officer, who suddenly went to the closet to get his jacket and follow the Colonel out the door.

As they walked through the halls of Central Headquarters, Fuery was beginnig to feel incredibly nervous, and slightly afraid of what his superior had instore for him; it had seemed like all that morning the Colonel was aggrivated, and Fuery knew he shouldn't think it, but it felt like it was focused at him; first the Colonel's random outburst, then his unexpected invitation, and now Fuery was about to lose him because he was walking to fast for the younger man's legs to keep up, due to his shorter strides. The tension between the two was already starting to eat at him, and he wanted it gone more than anything, but he wasn't quite sure how to break it.

Thankfully, he didn't have to.

" At ease, Fuery, I'm not mad at you in any way, I need you to go to the Lieutenant's apartment and pick up Black Hayate." Roy said, as he slowed his pace briefly, so the younger officer could catch up. " And if you happen to run into her, please be sure to question her about her actions, and contact me as soon as you can." Roy said, and Fuery gazed at him in admiration, he suddenly realized why he had been so eager to follow the man, despite all the rumors about him; it was because of this, his dedication and loyalty to his men, and his true concern and protectiveness for those below him, it was almost everything about him that Fuery admired and looked up to.

Almost everything.

" Yes, Sir." Fuery saluted the Colonel, before heading off for the garage to grab a car and head for the Lieutenant's residence.

" Oh, and Fuery," Roy called after him, causing him to turn around, " be careful."

Fuery nodded, and turned back on his heels before starting off again.

Roy watched as the younger boy turned around and started off again, sighing as he watched him disappear from sight. He had seen the soldier as a sort of son to him, he was always so cheerful and willing to help; he really did pray that he could stay innocent, he'd hate to have to see the poor boy go through what they had during Ishbal. All the blood, the stench of death clinging to the air, the smoke of fires and the sufficating fumes of gunpowder....

He shudder at the thought, before shaking his head. He didn't have time to worry about the kid's future, he had more pressing matters at hand, he needed to find his First Lieutenant, he needed to find Riza Hawkeye.

Chapter one is over, And I'm very sorry that I haven't updated any other stories, I need help with the story lines! I'm havong a major writer's block!