AN: This has genuinely been so fun to write. I used it as something to slowly work away on if I needed a break from my big multi-chapter fic (not a massive break, just so I can get the creative juices flowing again!) and it has worked wonders! I am so excited to finally share it :D

Also, I forgot to mention in the previous two chapters, all will be explained in future chapters RE the amnesia theories ;)

Enjoy!

Pulling up into Wilson Street at 0840, Riza exited the car into the brilliant summer sunshine. It was early in the morning but the heat hit her as soon as she exited the car. It was going to be another hot one today. Locking her vehicle, Riza made her way to the safe house Mustang had told her about. She passed five houses as she walked, stopping short in front of her destination. It was a detached house, situated just far enough away from the houses next door so the grounds couldn't be overlooked from an upstairs window.

It looked expensive, and Riza had no doubt that it was. This was a house she would have dreamed about living in as a kid. However, dreams changed. Now, she only dreamed about getting through this operation with her sanity still intact so she could return to her former life.

Although it was very high end, the whole neighbourhood was. Tall hedges surrounded the back garden, which Riza could see poking around the side of the house. The double garage stood beside it, the driveway already full with three other cars parked.

The garden had been tended to well Riza noticed as she walked up the path. Potted plants sprouted in various colours, adding life to the garden. The grass was well maintained. There wasn't a blade out of line. A feature the majority of the houses here shared. Everything in the street was perfect, right down to the chipped driveway.

Riza took a deep breath as she knocked on the door. It opened and she painted a bright smile on her face. She greeted Mustang happily, asking him how he was and how the kids were. He replied in kind, putting on a show for the nosy neighbours.

As soon as the door closed, they both dropped it. He ushered her through to the living room where the rest of them were already there. Jean Havoc sat perched on the edge of an armchair, his arm slung around Rebecca Catalina's shoulders. An unlit cigarette was perched on the edge of his lips. It bounced as he laughed at something Heymans Breda said, earning an elbow from Catalina. Kain Fuery sat off to the side, working on something which required the use of the coffee table. Vato Falman entered the room carrying three cups of coffee, concentrating and walking slowly so he didn't spill them.

Riza felt something surge within her as she saw this whole team sitting together once more. She hadn't seen them all together since…

"Now that we are all here, let's get started," Mustang announced, heading towards the dining table. The conversation died as soon as they saw Riza had arrived. She didn't let it phase her. Keeping a tight grip on her suitcase, she followed Mustang. The others followed behind, taking each taking a seat.

Falman huffed in annoyance, turning on his heel and going back the way he had come, still juggling the coffee cups.

"Here, let me take mine, man," Havoc offered to Falman with a chuckle. He gently prised the steaming cup from his grasp, lightening the greying man's load. Falman offered his thanks, offering Breda his.

"Ah, Chief?" Havoc piped up. "We're not all here yet."

Mustang rolled his eyes. "Edward will get here soon enough. I will fill him in later."

Riza's stomach twisted at the mention of the young man's name. He didn't mention he would be joining us. Why didn't he mention it?

As if on cue, the front door banged and the heavy footfalls of Edward Erlic reached their ears.

"Thanks for waiting guys," he huffed in irritation, shrugging out of his jacket.

"I told you not to be late." Mustang's retort was curt, which earned him a glare from Edward.

"I am early, General. You said 0900. I still have –" Edward pulled out his watch from his trouser pocket. "Ten minutes."

Mustang sighed. "We have someone new joining us on this mission everyone. Meet Riza Hawkeye. She has been brought in to assist us in capturing Evans."

A few muttered hellos filled the room. All save Edward, who met her gaze with a confused one of his own.

Mustang launched into a full debrief, telling his task force all that he knew about Evans.

He was an arms dealer who sold anything and everything to the highest bidder. The more destructive, the more interest he had in it. He had been active for years, but had only rose to fame in the past month or so. He was supplying weapons the militias outside the country. They had worked hard for peace within Amestris and Mustang was not about to let Evans ruin all his hard work.

The man had Riza's respect for that. No matter how much she hated the bastard, he truly had fought tooth and nail for peace within Amestris. After the attack from the homunculi five years ago he had not stopped. He was a General within three years, having been promoted quickly after his efforts on what came to be known as the Promised Day. He had also promised to rebuild Ishval, one he followed through with to the letter. Riza was grateful for that. The war still haunted her and it brought her some kind of peace to see the small region rejuvenated.

"Care to add anything, Hawkeye?" Mustang asked. All sets of eyes in the room turned to face her. She had propped herself up on the far wall, away from the rest of the team. The dining room was small enough so the distance didn't seem great, but Riza had put it between them on purpose.

"No. I have nothing more to add."

"Very well. We will break off here today and regroup at 2100 for some recon work. Dismissed."

The sound of chairs scraping on the tile floor filled Riza's ears and she winced.

"Your room is this way, Hawkeye." Without another word, Mustang took off down the hall expecting Riza to follow. She did so wordlessly. The action began to stir a familiar feeling within her, but Riza squashed it before it had even begun to form.

Mustang opened the door with a key, which he handed to Hawkeye. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left her.

With a sigh, Riza sat on the edge of her bed. The room was grand. Much fancier than her own apartment. The king size bed seemed far too large. It was covered in expensive sheets alongside a number of unnecessary cushions. It was a four poster and the linen tied to the posts was probably more expensive than anything she owned. To her right was an en suite, boasting a large Jacuzzi bath tub as well as a walk in shower. To the left was a large wardrobe space. Her t-shirts and jumper were hung on the rail and she folded her trousers and placed them on a nearby shelf. Her extra pair of shoes were placed under where her t-shirts were hanging. All the tactical gear was kept in her suitcase. She didn't need someone snooping around and finding that.

Stepping back, she noticed how comical her limited, inexpensive clothing looked in the large bare space.

Riza closed the door behind her quickly. There was a sharp knock at her door. Frowning, Riza crept towards it slowly.

"Riza, open up!" Edward hissed quietly from the other side.

She did so, stepping back as he spilled into the room.

"Edward?" she asked questioningly.

He rounded on her, a frown on his face. "What is going on here?" he hissed.

"I could ask you the same thing," she replied calmly.

His face turned pink in, dare she say it, embarrassment? "Mustang called me in. Asked me for a favour and for old time's sake, I said I would help. What doesn't make sense is that reaction. What is going on? Why were they talking to you like that?"

"I was "brought in". Same as you."

Edward's eyes narrowed. "Don't bullshit me Hawkeye. What is really going on?"

Hawkeye sighed, closing the bedroom door quietly and locking it. Edward had a tendency to let the volume of his voice get carried away and the last thing she needed was anyone to overhear them.

"Come with me."

Edward followed Riza into the wardrobe she had just exited. Closing the door behind her, Riza turned to face him. She knew this conversation would eventually come one day. She had tried her best to cover her tracks and what had really happened from Edward and Alphonse. She had to, because if the former knew the truth, he would be on a train to Central ready to kick Mustang's ass. He had his own family to think of now. So did Alphonse. They didn't need to be dragged back into her and Mustang's drama.

"What do you want to know?"

"Why did no one know who you were back there?"