Okay so i've finally finished writing the whole story and will begin slowly uploading the chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own fma

I found this chapter kind of boring, but Chapter 3 is definately better.

Chapter 2

"What was happening in there Lt?" Roy asked as he sat across from Riza on the lunch table. The other subordinates sat beside them laughing loudly whilst trying to engage in thumb wars. With them distracted he decided he would ask Riza. She had been very quiet since the incident.

"It was nothing sir." She still kept her head down and ate.

"Don't hide your problems away Lieutenant, open up to me." He then boldly placed his hand over hers unconsciously. Once he had realised however he didn't let go, instead he clenched it tighter. She squeezed his hand back and faint smile appeared but quickly disappeared. She had finished her food and wanted to leave the table but the Major's grip hadn't loosened.

"Let go sir." She said firmly as she stood.

"Not until you tell me what happened. Don't make me make it an order." He pointed a stern yet jokey finger at the Lieutenant.

Riza laughed "In case you forget Major, you are no longer my superior officer, so I don't follow your orders." She began to walk away a light smile on her lips.

She waved her hand but didn't look back. "You don't need to concern yourself Major, I can handle it on my own." With that she walked further away and left them.

Havoc leaned over to Roy a cheesy grin on his face. His cigarette was out but he still stank of smoke. "Better get confessing Chief, she's not directly under your command anymore so the higher ups will over look your relationship." Roy nodded in recognition but still remained silent staring in the direction the Lieutenant left. "You better do it soon too." Again he merely nodded.

"Dammit Furey! How are you so good at this game when you're just a little guy!" Breda shouted as he lost the fifth game in a row.

Furey shrugged. "It must be from playing with electrical all the time." He said proudly.

"Oh yeah! I bet Mustang could pulverise you, since he uses his thumbs all the time to do alchemy and paperwo-" Breda received a swift hit across his head, however it wasn't friendly banter like he expected. He turned around and met the angry face of General Garand.

"What are you doing? You are meant to be military men, not little boys. Learn some respect and be quiet in the mess hall." His voice was rising as he noticed that the rest of the mess hall had shut up. An ominous silence filled the room.

"I can't believe that it was you, bunch of lazy men, who were the saviours in Central two years ago! Maybe all the glory has gotten to your head. I think you need to remember that we hold our country's safety in our hands, we don't come here so we can play around like children." He paused briefly. "Get back to the office and finish your work, lunch is over."

He stood around watching until each subordinate had left. Each had a bitter expression on their faces and walked quickly to put distance between Garand who followed them. They all sighed in relief once they got into the elevator and were separated from Garand.

"He's such an obnoxious guy."

"Didn't even let us finish eating"

"He hit me across the head!"

"He called us children."

"He acts so high and mighty I bet he secretly wanted to join us."

The complaints then quietened and all that could be heard was the hum of the elevator. "I liked it better when the Major was boss." Furey said timidly whilst staring at his feet.

"Yeah, those were good times."

"We got to relax more.

"You were alright I guess." Havoc said in a jokey voice.

"Don't worry men, I'll get my position as soon as possible then we can all relax like we used to." Mustang vowed to his men. The men looked at Mustang they could see that he felt guilty for being demoted and giving them an ungrateful boss. It made each of them smile sadly.

"I guess what I hate most about that Garand guy, is that we can't trust him." Havoc spoke seriously whilst not looking at anyone in particular. "If we were in some kind of life-threatening trouble, he doesn't seem like the type of guy who would go out of his way to help his men. He's not someone you can entrust your life with." He sighed. "But, then again what do I know, he could be a Tsundere."

(-)

The room was filled with the sound of pens scratching and the sound of Garand's boots clicking as he paced around the room. He stopped occasionally to look over the shoulder of one of his subordinates.

"Permission to speak to the Major, General?" Riza asked as she picked up another pack of paperwork of the pile. She decided the best option was to avoid trouble and push Mustang back to his previous position and get rid of the sexist bastard.

"Is it work related?" He asked annoyed. Riza nodded.

"Very well then." Riza stood and went over to the Major and showed him the chunky report.

"Sir, this report about that female serial killer who likes to slash his victims is unfinished, we have still not fully investigated. What do you want me to do with this unfinished report?" Garand's ears picked up parts of the conversation and listened in.

"The Slasher?" Riza nodded in reply.

Mustang thought for a bit. "I think it's best to submit what we already have, into the records and then add more to it later once the investigation is complete. Don't forget to fill in the field mission forms so we can be dispatched to investigate." She nodded and went back to her seat. Riza pulled one of the field mission forms from one of her drawers in her desk and began filling in the sheet, the report was left on the side of the desk.

The room was at peace again, until there was the sound of a glass toppling over. The jar of ink on Hawkeye's desk had tipped on its side and the contents flooded her desk instantly soaking the report and form she had been filling in. Of course the blunder didn't go unnoticed.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU INCOMPETENT BAFOON? That report was at least 50 pages long and you've ruined it! The things I have heard about you Lieutenant must have been greatly exaggerated, because if you can't even stop a pot of ink from spilling then I doubt we can place protection of this country under your hands! You will stay here until that report is rewritten entirely! Now clean up this mess."

Riza did as he said but the look of annoyance could be clearly seen, her hands had been far away from the ink pot so she couldn't possibly have spilt it. When she thought about it carefully she did remember seeing Garand near her desk when it happened.

(-)

It was after 8 pm when Roy snuck back into Eastern HQ's headquarters. He had retrieve items from his desk in case Garand wanted his old desk. He stealthily unlocked the office door and went inside. Roy was shocked however to see Lieutenant Hawkeye sat at the desk, still trying to replicate the documents destroyed earlier today.

"Why are you back here sir?" Riza looked up briefly at the Major before returning diligently to her work.

"Just had to get something from my desk." He said with humour in his voice. Roy then quickly opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the item and even hugged it.

"What is it sir?" She looked up again to be faced with that dreaded piece of clothing.

He pulled something out of the fabric and placed it on the chair behind him and then went on to wave the piece of clothing. "A tiny miniskirt!" He laughed as he did. "The first prototype."

Riza face palmed. "What about that on your chair?" She questioned, it looked quite small and rectangular.

Roy picked up the items and look at them sincerely. He smiled while looking down on the two items. "Just some old photos."

"Let's see." Riza said interested but still remained seated and immersed in copying the documents. Roy walked over and showed the two photo frames.

She pointed at the one in his right hand. "This is from the first day our team got together isn't it?" He nodded with a sad smile on his face. "Where did you get this?" In the picture was their team at the eastern flower festival. Their first assignment; to provide security for the festival, ended with Furey lost in a ditch, Roy stuck on a teacup ride, Falman hit by a tranquilizer dart and then wanted to join a herd of sheep, Havoc and Breda getting in a fight with a 60-year old woman and Hawkeye chasing after a local thief. Despite all the problems that occurred, the mission was somehow successful. The picture was to celebrate the event. In it there was Havoc and Breda either side of the old woman (after resolving their argument), Furey covered in mud, Falman hugging a sheep in the distance, Hughes had rushed in to join in at the side of the photo, Roy green in the face and Hawkeye stood in the middle with a calm look on her face.

"I got it from Hughes, he had several copies." He said quietly as he remembered his dear friend. He had been in the East that day to congratulate Roy's recent promotion to Lieutenant Colonel.

Riza then turned to look at the second. This one was much older, the corners browned. "This is from when you were studying at our house." She said quietly. "You look so innocent." She said pointing at the younger Roy with a dorky hair cut, beside him stood an even younger Hawkeye, a light smile on her face. He had walked over to his desk and slowly folded the miniskirt and placed in into the bottom of his new desk's drawer.

"You should keep these photographs on your desk. They obviously mean something to you, you shouldn't let them rot in the bottom of a drawer."

"What makes you think they mean a lot to me?" He questioned, there was laughter in his voice.

"You wrapped them in your precious miniskirt, sir." She stated bluntly. Roy laughed evidently agreeing with her. A mild silence filled the room as Roy took the photos and placed them on his desk along with various other photos, like one with him and Hughes from the academy and another group photo.

"It's late Lieutenant, you can finish that work tomorrow." She shook her head.

"That's not an option." She really wanted just to go home, but didn't want to get into more trouble with Garand. She had no idea what the man was capable of. The sound of chair scraping could be heard. Roy sat beside her and began copying out a page.

"There's no need to bother yourself sir, I'll handle it." Riza said as she tried to take the papers away from him.

"I'll stay here if I want to Lieutenant. Besides if I go now you'll have to walk home alone in the dark. Who knows what could happen to you?"

"I'm a highly trained officer sir, I can handle them myself."

Roy sighed. "You should know by now, that things don't always work out as you expect them to."

She nodded. "Thanks for caring, Sir."

It was 9 pm. The two had finished about 40 pages and in the end decided to go home and go to work early and finish it tomorrow. Mustang dropped off Riza at her home and headed home himself.