AN: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter up, I had lost interest in writing for a little bit, but never fear! New schedule (sort of) and inspiration. Reviews are always looked forward too and read.

The next morning, Roy woke up to the smell of lavender and his face leaning against a head of blond hair. He smiled, not daring to move and wake her. Looking over, the clock on the wall read eight a.m. He made the executive decision to continue sleeping on the couch with Riza. He was far too comfortable and happy to get up, especially on their day off. She stirred a bit and opened her eyes.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Good morning to you too." She looked up at him. "Did we fall asleep on the couch?"

"Appears so, why?"

"Ever since Ishval, I get back pains whenever I sleep on something not meant for sleeping, such as a couch or the cots we were given."

Roy laughed. "Yeah, those cots were pretty terrible weren't they?"

Riza pulled from his embrace and sat up, doing a large stretch. She muttered something he couldn't make out, and then said, "Just as I thought. Stupid couch."

Roy sat up beside her and put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "It wasn't the couch's fault." She gave him a confused look. "You were too relaxed in my arms to bother wanting to move." He then shot her one of his famous smirks.

"You're right. I'll have to remember to not get caught up in that next time," she said and stood up to do more stretches.

"I'll try to be less irresistible next time too." He stood. "Well, as much as I would love to stay, I know you have things to do today, and I wouldn't want to get in the way. I'll head home."

He started to move for the door when she asked, "Don't you want to join me?"

He turned back to her. "I would love to."

"Great, it'll be nice to have some help for once."

"So what exactly do you do on your days off?"

"Well, I usually do some shopping, and some chores around the house." She stopped. "I guess that's really it. I don't know how that takes up nearly my whole day."

"Sounds like a great day as long as I get to be with you," he said, taking her hand in his.

"We'll have to keep a low profile though. We wouldn't want anyone to discover us."

"I'll do my best, but it's hard to keep my hands off you." It was going to be hard for him not to give in to the temptation of holding her hand and such now that he could. He pulled her, causing her body to fall into his. He gave her a passionate kiss, which she promptly returned.

She pulled away. "I think we should get going."

He smiled. "I agree."

They were about to walk out the door when she stopped. He turned to look at her. "Actually, I think you should go home. It wouldn't be good for people to see us in public like this," she said, a frown replacing the smile she was wearing.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that. You look different in your civvies and with your hair down. I doubt anyone would recognize you from work. As for me, I am seen with a lot of women so being seen with you wouldn't be much of a change." He mentally hit himself for that last remark.

"Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well I am seen around town with a lot of women so you're no big dea—I mean you are a big deal but nobody will think that. No wait I mean..."

Riza couldn't help smirking at him. "You mean what?" She almost started laughing as she said that. Seeing him flustered was very entertaining.

"I wouldn't look at any other woman but you. You will always be my world."

Riza blushed slightly at the compliment and kissed him on the cheek. "Nice save."

They walked into the crowded marketplace. As much as they wanted to, they didn't dare hold hands or show any affection toward one another. They weren't going to take stupid risks. The last thing either of them wanted was to be spotted and court-martialed. They still walked side-by-side, talking and enjoying each other's company. When they came up to a vegetable stall, Riza spotted an odd man. He looked to be about 5'8 and from what little she could see, appeared to have tan skin. He wore a large, black hooded cloak, which was weird considering what a nice day it was. The hood covered most of his face; all she could see was from his mouth down.

"Is something wrong?" said the voice beside her.

"No, I don't think so," she said even though she wasn't convinced that was true. "Kind of odd to be wearing a coat like that right now isn't it." She motioned her head in the direction of the man.

"Yes, it is. He looks like someone I know."

"That's what I was thinking too, but I don't think I actually know him."

"Should we go over and talk to him?"

"It can't hurt. If anything, it will put my mind to rest as to whether I've met him." The two turned in the man's direction, only to find that he disappeared. They scanned the area.

"Damn, we lost him," Mustang said.

She nodded but didn't reply.

"Riza?"

She snapped out of her daze. "Oh, sorry."

"What's got you so hung up on that guy?" he asked.

"I don't know. Something just didn't sit right. It was as if he gave off some kind of menacing aura." She shrugged. I'm probably just imagining it."

"No, you definitely aren't. I felt it too." He placed his hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him, "I don't know what it was, but he's gone now and we shouldn't lose sleep over it."

Mustang grinned and brought his head closer to her so he could whisper in her ear. "Speaking of sleep, let's continue what we started last night back at your place," he said in a deep, velvety voice. Riza blushed slightly as she nodded and they went back to her apartment.

-/-/-

Later that night, as things were heating up with Mustang and Riza, someone else was burning hot. At Fuhrer Grumman's mansion, he was settling in to go to sleep. He got into his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and slid into bed. He was contemplating whether he should drop the fraternization laws so that his granddaughter could marry Mustang. The two had danced around the subject for years and he wanted great grandkids before he died. The door to the bedroom suddenly burst open and a figure with a hood walked in and stopped at the edge of the bed.

"What the hell is going on? Who are you?" Grumman yelled.

"Are you prepared to help me get my revenge?" the man said.

"Revenge? On who?"

"Mustang and those alchemy brats ruined my master's life. You are going to help me end theirs," the voice answered.

"Like hell I will," he said. When reached for the bedside table, he heard a snap. A bolt of fire raced across the room toward Grumman's hand. He jerked back and a look of horror was upon him.

"The only person that can do that is Mustang," he said.

The man laughed and took off his hood. "Well, I guess you could say we are blood relatives."

Grumman's body refused to move, his mind a disorganized mess at the information he just received. With a snap, the intruder lit his body like a was last thing he thought before passing out. The man leapt out of the second story bedroom window and disappeared into the night.

-/-/-

The next morning the lovebirds awoke in each other's arms. They stayed the night at her place. The white sheets covered their naked bodies and Riza was snuggled against his chest. She was the first to wake. Looking up at her lover, she often wondered how he slept. He looked so happy and peaceful it was a shame he had to wake. He stirred a bit and opened his eyes to see a face staring back at him. He smiled and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Good morning beautiful," he said.

"Morning," she said and smiled at him.

"How di..." he began but was interrupted by the phone.

Riza sat up to answer it. Her bare form was a remarkable sight as the light from the window cast its rays upon her.

"Hello."

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, it's Colonel Brants from the investigations department at headquarters. Do you know where General Mustang is?"

"Ye..." she looked over at him, his eyes quickly moved to something else in the room, causing her to blush a little. "No, I have no idea, why?"

"Well, I may as well tell you anyways. I hope that you can get a hold of General Mustang to relay the news. Something terrible has happened."

Her senses shook; they didn't like what was coming next. "What is it Colonel?" she asked.

"The fuhrer has been murdered," he said coldly.

Everything in her world shut down. She froze with the receiver still at the side of her head. Roy noticed. He sat up and covered the mouthpiece with his hand.

"What is it?"

"Th... The..." She tried to form a sentence, but it was to no avail, her body was in too much shock to function.

"Hello? Lieutenant? Are you there?" Brants asked.

She snapped out of it with the sound of his voice. "Uh, yeah, sorry it's just a hard pill to swallow. I will find him and tell him immediately," she said in her monotone work voice.

"Very well. I will be in the investigations division waiting for his call."

"Yes, sir. Goodbye," she said. She attempted to move her arm so she could hang up the phone, but Roy had to help her put it on the hook.

"What happened Riza?" Mustang said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

Riza's hands fell to her sides, her feet felt colder on the wood floor than ever before. "He's been murdered," was the only words that could escape her lips.

"Who's been murdered?"

She shook in his hold. "The Fuhrer."