In his gut, he knew something was wrong. He was sure he was wearing a hole through the floor of the office with his pacing. The work day starts at 9am. If anyone was on time, here at exactly 9am, it was Hawkeye. It was now 11am. She wasn't there, she hadn't called and she wasn't answering her phone.
Just because it was Hawkeye, it sent up a red flag. It worried everyone.
"Can't we call the police, we know Hawkeye, somethings wrong if she isn't here" Said Breda, absentmindedly toying with a chess piece.
Roy didn't seem to hear, he was about 1000 miles away in his own thoughts of where his Lieutenant was.
" The police won't do anything, they won't investigate until she's been missing for 48 hours, for all they care right now, she's playing hooky at a spa somewhere" Said Falman
" Yea, but its Hawkeye, can't they believe us when we say its not normal for her, she'd never play hooky...I mean, you expect that from me!" Replied Havoc, lighting another cigarette.
"I say we check her apartment, its not like we'll get anything done without the threat of a bullet every 5 seconds" grumbled Breda.
Roy stopped, and turned to his men " That's not a bad idea" He said, reaching for his coat " Havoc, come with me, Falman, Breda go file a report, whatever good that'll do, Fury, stay her and watch the lines" He ordered, flinging the office door open and charging quickly down the hallway of HQ with Havoc in close pursuit.
Fury was alone in the office...after a few minutes, he started to feel rather lonely. He hoped Lt. Hawkeye was alright, she had to be, that woman had the strength of a hurricane. Still, the young Sergeant worried. If anything happened to Hawkeye, he wondered how the Colonel would take it...she was his right hand...and his left...and sometimes his brain. He was sat wringing his hands and nervously repositioning his glasses. He almost willed the phone to ring, with Hawkeye saying that she was sick, or something trivial like that.
A knock on the office door made him jump
"C-come in" he called
A random Private walked in, carrying an envelope, a large one
"An anonymous letter for Colonel Mustang" She stated, placing the envelope in front of Fury on the table
"Thank you Private" He said kindly, sliding it towards him 'Probably another fan letter, geeze, that guy has too many girls after him' he thought.
He took the letter to the Colonel's office and placed it on his stack of unopened mail and uncompleted work.
It was 20 minutes later when Falman and Breda returned from the Military Police offices, filing a report. As predicted, they said they couldn't look into the matter for 48 hours.
10 minutes after that, the Colonel and Havoc returned, with unsettling news. Roy didn't address anyone , he simply stalked to his office and slammed the door.
" What happened?" Asked Falman wincing at the loud bang as the door slammed.
" According to some old lady who lives next door to her, Hawkeye never came home last night" Havoc replied " She gave us a spare key, and we went in. She wasn't there, her dog was, so I brought him here, didn't seem right to leave him there by himself, poor guy" He finished, scratching Black Hayate behind the ear.
The poor dog let out a whimper. He knew something happened to Riza, and he wasn't happy. He trotted to the corner with a rather depressed look and curled up into a ball. His big brown eyes glistening in sadness.
They men stared at the dog. A most pathetic sight. But right now, any of them would have laid down money that that's what the Colonel was feeling like right now underneath it all.
Authors note
The men aren't dumb, they know that Roy got a little sumthin sumthin for Riza :)