A/N: Here is Chapter 2. Enjoy. *toothy grin*

IMPORTANT NOTE: On this fic, Riza's arrayed tattoo doesn't exist.

Fiction Title: A Vacation Riza Would Never Regret

Chapter 2: Phone Call

Riza couldn't believe herself for actually agreeing to join her team's vacation. Roy was right about her needing a break, though, but she never really wanted breaks. It will just make her miss working even more. Other than that, she doesn't really know what to pack for a vacation. She ended up only packing 10 handguns, 4 boxes of extra bullets, and a chew toy for Hayate. She glanced at her bed which was dumped with all her clothes, unsure of what to pack.

She groaned and reached for her phone and dialed Rebecca.

She heard someone pick up from the other line. "Right, what do you want?"

"Hey, Rebecca, I-"

"Oh Riza it's you! Okay, what's the matter?"

"Could you help me what to pack if I'm going on a beach for a week long vacation?"

"What, you're going to a beach?" Rebecca sounded very sad about it. "I wanna come too! That's unfair. You're not inviting your best friend." Riza swore she heard Becca whimper.

"Well, Colonel and the others just dragged me into this. I couldn't say no this time."

"That Mustang shit is so unfair for not taking me with you. I mean, Riza we're practically one! They can't have one without the other. Wherever you are, I should be there too!"

"Rebecca, stop being so upset. This was not my choice. Just help me, will you?"

Rebecca heaved a huge sigh. "Fine. That's easy. What have you packed already?"

Riza took her bag and glanced inside. "Some guns, a few extra bullets and-"

"Riza, I know you. 'Some' for you is not some. And 'a few' is not actually few so tell me that exact number." Riza groaned inwardly. Her best friend knows her too much.

"Okay fine. 10 guns and 4 boxes of bullets." She answered.

"That's the spirit. Now, what else?"

"Other than Hayate's chew toy, I have nothing."

"How about your clothes?"

"Yeah. That's actually my main problem." She sighed and continued, "Think you could help me out?"

"A swim suit is a must, Rizzy. That's number one. Other than that, just get clothes that will last you for a week. Like, casual clothes and some night clothes. Then grab a book or something, and some food for your dog. There's always food at the resort so you don't necessarily have to bring your own, but you can."

"Right. Thanks Becca- wait!" She almost yelled at the phone. "Swimsuit? I don't even have one. Actually, I don't even wear one!"

"Don't worry, Riza. I got you a swimsuit. It's at your lowest closet drawer squished on the left side. The one inside a paper bag."

Riza followed her instructions and it was really there. She sighed away her irritation, and just thought that her best friend just did this for her sake anyway. "Thanks a lot, Becca."

"Loosen up some more, Rizzy! Just wear that swimsuit and shock and kill all those men with your figure for all I care. It's just a vacation out with friends, right? You're seriously not planning to hide your nice figure under those shapeless uniforms forever, aren't you?"

For once, she agreed to her best friend. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Just wear that swimsuit and get out there, cause I'm pretty sure Mustang will be the one to take that off of you anyway. Bye Riza!" Rebecca said her last sentence quickly and jammed the phone back on its receiver before she could feel the wrath of Riza Hawkeye.

"Bye Bec- wait what?!"

A/N: Vacation proper starts on the next chapter. :)