Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters. I only am responsible for the (albeit poorly written and devised) plot.

PLEASE READ THIS.

Once again: Sorry it's not well written, though I tried my best.

Again for those who actually watch Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, sorry there are so many plot holes. (Yes, I know in the reality of the show, these things couldn't ever happen according to the rules of alchemy)

Just to clarify, Riza's eyes have powerful fire alchemy circles carved into them, to faint to see anymore, as the scars have faded over a this point. She only needs the will to use the fire. (Kind of of like firebending if you think about it.) Oh, and I don't own that either.

-Pyro

(And sorry that I keep switching between their first name, last name, and rank.)


Riza and Lt. Colonel Mustang walked back to the office a leisurely pace making small talk as they made their way to the office.

When they arrived back at the office and sat back down at their desks, Hawkeye began to work her way through her enormous stack of papers, piled high.

Well before the end of the day, Hawkeye had finished her work, and even had found the time to nag the Colonel about the lack of progression in his.

But it wasn't until a couple hours after lunch that the phone rang.

After lunch break, Lt. Hawkeye was sitting at her desk, supervising the Colonel, making sure that he got some work done.

"I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom," he said, standing up. She rolled her eyes, this was no doubt another plot to escape his ever-growing heap of paperwork.

"Do you need me to accompany you sir?" He shook his head.

"No, I'll be perfectly safe. Thank you Lt. Hawkeye." She listened to the slowly fading sounds of his footsteps as he headed toward the bathroom.

RING!

Riza Hawkeye calmly answered, not taking her eyes off the door.

And for more than one reason, the little voice in her head said with amusement.

Shut up!, she took a moment to reflect on that. Dear god I'm going insane. I'm even hearing voices. I need some sleep.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye speaking. What's the issue?"

"You don't have to be so formal. With an attitude like that, how on earth do you ever plan on getting yourself a husband?"

"Excuse me? Who is this?" The woman's voice sent chills up Riza's spine, the cold and calculating tone was unsettling.

"Why, just a weary researcher passing through. Been on the search a long time. And with you, I've almost completed my work."

Riza's eyes narrowed. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off.

"Don't bother denying it, darling. I know what you've got. And I'm sure you know what means I'll use to get it. I want that research, dear."

Riza's knuckles were turning white. The tremor in her voice was barely detectable as she replied, "Who are you? And what do you want?" She was sure to keep her voice down, as to not alert any others of the subject of her call.

"We will find you. We will take it by force if necessary. And we will cut you down. We are watching"

"If anyone interferes, we will drag your friends down with you. Make a move to oppose us, and you will be sorry." Riza stiffened. Her heart beat erratically in her chest, and the panic was making her dizzy. She would go to any lengths to protect her friends. Her team. She had no one left but her team.

"Just warning you," she paused to draw out the suspense.

The next words uttered made her blood turn to ice.

"And the first to die will be Roy Mustang."

"You will leave him alone," she growled out, turning her back to the rest of the room. She looked out the window, suddenly realizing that anyone could be watching her friends through the huge windows.

"Aww... Don't worry. We'll make sure the rest of your friends also get some... 'attention.' We wouldn't want to leave anyone out, now would we?"

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Riza shrieked into the phone, just barely before slamming it back down. The whole room turned to stare at her, shock easily read on their faces. Riza had tears running down her face, and her cheeks were flushed a bright pink. Havoc's mouth dropped open, his half-smoke cigarette falling to the desk and rolling onto the floor.

"Umm, Riza are you okay?" he asked hesitantly standing up and moving towards her, as if approaching a wild animal.

"Riza, can you answer me? Do you need help? Fuery, help me with her, I think she's going into shock!" Most of the team was still sitting at their desks, too confused to stand up. They could even begin to wrap their head around the idea. Riza Hawkeye. Was crying. CRYING. Like, openly. As in right in front of them.

Fuery was gently pushed aside by 2nd Lieutenant Maria Ross. "Riza. Riza, look at me. Are you alright?" Her friend gave her a look. A look that when intercepted by another female, was taken to mean "What the hell do you think?"

She leaned in closer to whisper in Riza's ear.

"Calm down, or I will walk right into the Men's room and drag Roy here." Riza pulled back, staring her friend dead in the face, tears still falling from her eyes.

"You wouldn't."

"I think we both know I would." She gave her a sympathetic smile before continuing in a hushed tone. "Look Riza, I don't know what's going on, but I know Roy can make it better, at least to some degree. You can't hide yourself from him. For god's sake Riza, let him in."

"I won't allow that." Maria rolled her eyes.

She's one of my closest friends, but god, she's so stubborn. Even her thoughts were exhausted with Riza. Dammit, what else could she do to push these two together?

She was practically shoving at this point, and the two were being just so... Ugh!

"Havoc, watch her," Maria commanded. He obeyed, not out of fear of her wrath, but out of concern. Riza collapsed into his arms, not caring anymore. I could kill him.

Because of me, the next funeral I attend could be his.

He would be dead.

And I'd be responsible.

She sat up gasping, choking on air as her lungs struggled to pump oxygen through her bloodstream.

"I...can't... gotta.. go...won't... stay-" she managed to force out just be fore she fainted back into Fuery and Havocs's awaiting arms.

Falman checked her pulse, making sure she was unharmed.

"She'll be alright, she's just unconscious. Give her a couple of minutes, she'll be up and about, scary as ever."

"Well that's a relief. I'll go get the Colo-"

"No." Maria interrupted. "The reason she reacted like that? I told her I'd go get the Colonel if she didn't calm down." The others turned to look at each other, unbelieving that legendary 'Hawk's Eye' was so afraid of seeing the Colonel at her worst.

2nd Lieutenant Breda was the first to respond.

"So, guess she really is a woman deep down," Breda mused.

"Not one of you will mention this to Roy. Is that clear?" They nodded in confirmation.

"Good. Now, please help me wake up Hawkeye."

And of course, Roy chose that exact moment to enter the room.

"What the hell is going on here?!" The four men guiltily parted to reveal Maria bent over a limp Riza Hawkeye.

And suddenly Roy's nightmare was replaying itself in his head.

"Roy.. ROY!" Maria stood to slap him in the shoulder. Hard.

"Ow... Oh, um, thanks." Realizing the situation at hand, he rushed to her side, gently sliding his arm under her shoulders and lifting him into his arms.

Maria's inner fangirl was dying.

The rest of the team exchanged a look. One look, meaning 'it's about damn time.'

Now safely cradled in his arms, he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"What happened?" He growled, turning to the rest of the team, all cowering under his accusing gaze.

"N-n-nothing sir. She- she was walking to the door when she umm, she just collapsed!" Fuery was quick to fabricate a story.

"Did she say anything? Falman, see anything wrong with her?" They shared an uncertain glance.

What do we say?

"She's umm, well she's sleep deprived sir." He snorted, subconsciously tracing her beautiful features with his thumb.

"Yeah, right. I know Hawkeye. I've seen her go a straight week without so much as a nap."

Maria smiled as a perfect explanation popped into her head.

"She's PMSing."


Hey guys. Sorry this took so long, I'll try to be faster next time.

I just wanted to say thank you to all of the people who actually took the time to read this crap, especially WhispersOfWings. Thank you so much for your support, and I promise I'll keep at it.

Later,

-Pyro