Sorry for the wait. I have been working on another story and I also have been busy with school, plus a BIG case of writers block.. I also have finals next week. I hope to be updating more often. Oh yeah, sorry to all you smokers out there…however, what Fuery says is true. It is very bad for your health and causes death. I've had a first hand experience at seeing the consequences…my uncle…I'm just glad that Illinois is finally doing something about it (look at my profile…it's explained a bit in there)

You know the deal, italics are thoughts. However, the larger sections are flashbacks. Also, there are a few curse words in this chapter…just a warning for the young 'uns

"Six Months and Two Thirds"

Chapter 2

Colonel Mustang walked into the office two hours late. Closing the door, he flinched, expecting to hear the safety of a gun clicking off. Hearing nothing, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his lieutenant's empty desk. His chest ached when he remembered what happened.

"Hawkeye, why did you do that? Why did you take the blame?" Roy stared through the metal bars at his lieutenant. He was granted a short amount of time to talk to her. He had to find out why she did that to herself.

"Sir, I had to. You would never be able to make it as fuhrer with that on your record. The fraternization law is one of the biggest laws with the military. You would have lost any chance of becoming fuhrer. I couldn't let that happen."

Roy reached through the bars and grabbed Hawkeye's hand. "I don't care about that. I care about you. If becoming fuhrer means you get hurt, then I don't want that."

Hawkeye stared into her superior's eyes. "When I came under your command, I swore to protect you. I promised that I would have your back. I said that I would follow you into Hell if I had to. I vowed to stay with you and help you reach your goal. If this is what it takes, then I will take the punishment gladly. I promise, Roy, and I am not going to break it now."

One of the guards came up behind the colonel. "I'm sorry, sir, but your time is up. You have to leave now."

Roy squeezed Hawkeye's hand. "I'll be back, Riza. I will find a way to help you. I promise." Hands slipping apart, Mustang left without looking back.

Roy walked over to his desk and sat in the chair. I promised Riza that I would help her, but I don't know how to, he thought. Dammit! What the hell am I supposed to do now? Roy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the office door. "Enter," he said.

A blonde man walked up to Mustang, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"Did you want something, Havoc," Roy spat out.

"I, um, have some paperwork for you," he replied, clearly noticing that something was wrong.

The colonel grabbed the file out of Havoc's hand. "Thanks…Now get back to work." When the lieutenant was at the door, he added, "And take that damn cigarette out of your mouth."

"…Yes, sir," Havoc answered as he left the room.

"Did the colonel just tell you to stop smoking?" Breda asked.

"Yeah, he did," Havoc took one last puff before disposing of the cigarette.

"But Mustang has never told you to do that. He has never cared about you smoking. Hawkeye was the only one who ever did, or at least tried to do, something about it."

"It's a good thing that the colonel is finally doing something," Fuery piped in. "It's very dangerous and can cause many diseases, including cancer. It can even kill you. And don't forget about the people around you getting affected by your second-hand smoke. Also – "

Havoc shot the man a look that instantly shut him up. As he sat down at his desk, he thought, There's something wrong with the colonel and I'm going to find out.

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Hawkeye sat on the edge of her bed. She looked at the cell for the thousandth time that day. It was a dark and barren 8' x 8' room(1). The metal bed creaked under the two inch(2) thick mattress. The steel toilet sat out in the open, leaving no room for privacy. A sink that only provided cold water for washing her hands sat next to it.

Hawkeye looked down at her feet. Her white, lace-less shoes matched with the pale green prisoner outfit. She ran her fingers through her hair, happy that they at least allowed her to be uncuffed. Her long blonde air hung over her shoulders, for the guards took away anything that she could possibly harm herself with, including her hair clip. Resting her forehead on her hands, she sighed as she thought about Roy. Why is it that the one man that I love is also the man that I hate. He's such a bastard, yet I can't stand not being with him. I feel so empty right now, and I don't know why. He's the reason that I'm in here. He's the reason that I won't be able to work for the next six months. He's the reason that I won't be able to go home for one hundred and eighty days. At this thought, Hawkeye shot up from her bed. Black Hayate! I never asked anyone to take care of him! He needs to be fed and taken out and…crap…he's probably already gone to the bathroom all over the house.

Hawkeye walked over to the bars and looked at one of the guards. "Excuse me, sir. Am I allowed to make a phone call?"

"I'm sorry, lieutenant. That is not allowed."

"Well, would you be able to pass a message to Colonel Mustang for me?""Sure thing. What is it?"

"Could you ask him to take care of my dog for me?"

"No problem. I'll get it to him as soon as I can."

"Thank you." Walking back over to her bed, she sat down. She was happy that she knew the guard who was currently on watch. They had known each other for a while before any of this had happened. For this reason, he was always a bit nicer to Hawkeye.

The lieutenant rested her head on the pillow, her eyelids getting heavy. Just before she fell asleep, she thought to herself, If I find out that the colonel looked through my underwear drawer, I'm gonna kick his ass.

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(1) I'm not absolutely positive about this, but I think that is around 2 ¾ meters, more or less. Stupid America is the only country not using the metric system…you think we would have learned by now…

(2) Again, I'm not positive but that is approximately 4-6cm…I think I may be off…I never learned how to convert, but I think it's something like one inch is approximately 2.8cm…I think…