Riza Hawkeye was sitting at her desk when the phone rang. She picked up and listened for a moment before saying with a sigh, "Yes. I'll be right there. Goodbye." She scooped her coat off the hook and hurried out the door. Ten minutes later she was supporting an extremely drunk Roy Mustang as he staggered out the door of the bar and slumped into her car. "You know, Lieutenant," he slurred, "you should have had a couple drinks with us. It would'a been fun..." She ignored him. When they got to his apartment, she looked over to see that he was fast asleep in the passenger seat. "Stupid idiot," she said with affection as she dragged him out of the car and up the stairs. Pausing only to unlock the door with the keys she had found in his pocket, she pulled him to the bedroom and dumped him uncerimoniously on his bed. Tugging off his shoes and putting them on the floor, she sat beside him on the bed and contemplated the expression on his face. He looked so... peaceful when he was asleep, more peaceful than he ever did when he was awake. Gazing into his eyes, she found herself leaning over him, thinking he's asleep, he won't remember anything in the morning... as she bent down and kissed him, softly and sweetly, just the merest contact of their lips. Almost immediately she turned bright red, mentally scolding herself for her foolishness. He was her direct superior, for god's sake. Ah well, at least he wouldn't remember any of it... she rose and left the room, turning off the lights as she went. Behind her back, Roy opened his eyes and smiled before going back to sleep.