Roy Mustang sat in his office, his hand propping up his head, eyes glazed over and out of focus. Mountains of paperwork lay on his desk, waiting patiently to be completed. Or, moreover, started. However, that wasn't going to happen. Roy put off any kind of work until the last minute, wherein he promptly caused chaos in the office and sent Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc to take care of it in order to give himself more time to frantically finish the work he'd been putting off for the past week. Havoc's laid back personality usually caused things to slow down in progression. That's why he was always sent.

Unfortunately for Roy, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye was catching on to his little tricks. And that meant trouble for Roy because Riza is damn good with anything that possesses a trigger.

As Monday approached and the time to turn in all work drew ever closer, Roy began panicking. The man had, as he described to Havoc, three piles of paperwork that even he, being the great Flame Alchemsit Roy Mustang, with his bombs on command, could not destroy.

"Calm down, chief. I'll help," Havoc promised, walking out of the office and dropping his cigarette on the floor. Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda walked over and stared at the blonde-haired man, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Hey, Havoc!" Breda finally shouted when the other man just stood there.

"What?" the tobacco-addicted man answered.

"Pick up your cigarette! You're ruining the carpet!" Havoc looked off in the other direction.

"Nah. I think I'll just leave it there. It adds more color to the room." Breda's face began turning red with frustration and Havoc's eyes turned to him. "See. There's the color I was talking about." The hefty man advanced towards the more slender one by a stride. That's when the next step in the plan was launched. Havoc whistled and Riza's dog, Black Hayate, came running, which, in turn, caused Breda to run. His cynophobia seemed irrational and blown out of proportion to anyone around him, but it made perfect sense to the military man. Havoc chuckled as chaos, panic, and disorder were spread around the room.

That's when the trouble really started.

"Lieutenant Havoc! What are you doing?" Riza demanded as she entered the room. Havoc immediately saluted.

"N-nothing, Lieutenant Hawkeye!"

"Pick up the cigarette butt and throw it away."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Black Hayate!" Riza whistled for her dog. "Come!" He stood at her feet, his tail wagging furiously. "Sit." His rear dropped to the floor and his tail continued mercilessly beating the carpet. "Stay." She began walking towards Roy's office.

"Wait! Lieutenant!" Havoc yelled. He was panicking. If Riza walked in on Roy and his unfinished paperwork, the colonel would be a dead man. Which, in turn, would mean Havoc himself would be a dead man.

"What did you want, Lieutenant Havoc?"

"I…uh…" The man took a deep breath and blurted out, "I love you!" Riza stood for a moment.

"That's great, Lieutenant. Try that again when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk!" Riza continued walking. Havoc gave up. He had given Roy all the time he could stall for. He'd hoped it had been enough. A screech of "COLONEL MUSTANG!" from Riza dashed his hopes in a heartbeat.

"Y-yes," Roy's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and continued. "Yes, Lieutenant?"

"What are all these papers doing unfinished?"

"It would appear that they are sitting on my desk." He poked a stack of papers. "Yes. That's what they're doing. I was just getting to them."

"Bullshit." Five loud gunshots were heard as everyone outside of Roy's office prayed for the man.

"Hawkeye, what the hell are you doing!" Roy roared.

"There is someone I must protect. Until the day that man reaches his goal, I will pull the trigger without hesitation. Even if it means pointing the gun at him every once in a while."

"Riza…" Roy moved towards the woman as she lowered her gun. He embraced her lovingly. She looked up at him and the obsidian-eyed man leaned down, letting his lips touch hers briefly.

"Would you be interested in going to dinner with me tonight?" he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I would." Roy smiled.

"I'll pick you up at seven."

"Yes, sir," Riza answered, saluting in a joking manner. He saluted back and Riza walked out the door. Roy slumped in his chair, breathing a sigh of relief, thinking he'd gotten out of doing the paperwork.

"Oh, and by the way, sir," Riza said, opening the door just enough for her head to pop in, catching Roy by surprise and causing him to sit up straight, acting busy.

"Yes?" he replied hopefully.

"Your paperwork is still due on Monday."

"Yes, ma'am," Roy grumbled as he started on one of the papers.

"Sir? One more thing."

"What's that?"

"Would it be your preference that I wore a mini-skirt for our date tonight?" Roy's jaw dropped. "I'll take that as yes, then?"

"I fucking love you."

"As do I, sir." Riza pulled her head out and closed the door.

"Wait, Riza! How mini is this skirt?" From outside the office, Roy heard the reply.

"You'll see."

Roy's lesson of the day: When it comes to paperwork, there's no better motivation for getting it done than the chance to see Hawkeye in a mini-skirt.