A/N: Sorry for the delay. Here's the next chapter

Disclaimer: see chapter one

Of all the questions that she thought Liz would ask, Anna hadn't been expecting that. She really didn't know how to answer. Liz had always been a straightforward girl. She was never afraid to say what was on her mind and she was constantly asking questions about her parents. Mustang's name would come up every now and then when Anna or Greg talked about Liz's father, but she never before asked about the Colonel directly. So, needless to say, Anna was at a loss for words.

"I honestly don't know," she confessed, not knowing what else to say. "Not to make him sound bad, but he has had a history of being a womanizer."

Liz looked at the glove in her hand. "So, with all the women he's been with...it would be possible for something like that to happen, right?"

Anna silently cursed herself. Roy, please forgive me, she silently prayed. "It's possible, yes," Anna replied.

"Thank you," Liz said quietly.

She held the glove close to her heart and closed her eyes. Anna got up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. She hadn't been lying, really. Mustang was extremely popular with the ladies, and Anna couldn't blame them. Roy was very easy to look at. When she had first met the young Flame Alchemist, Anna had caught herself staring at his handsome features a few times. Unfortunately, she had also been dating Greg at the time, so the two had a rivalry going on, just for fun.

Anna smiled to herself. Roy, you have one heck of a daughter, she thought.

She went back to the kitchen to finish her baking. When Anna was gone, Liz opened her eyes again. So, it really was just a dream. There was nothing important about it. However, she couldn't get the girl out of her head. The girl looked so much like the Colonel it wasn't even funny. Liz looked at the glove again. There was only one way to straighten out her confused thoughts. She just hoped that Mustang wouldn't give her the same answers as Greg and Anna.

Hawkeye walked into Mustang's office with a pile of papers tucked under her arm. The office had been unusually quiet and she doubted it was because Roy was working. When the Lieutenant stepped into the inner office she found the Colonel's chair turned towards the window. Sighing, Riza walked over to the desk and placed the papers on the already large pile of paperwork that sat untouched.

"Sir, this isn't healthy," she spoke quietly.

"I can't get her out of my head, Lieutenant," Roy whispered. "Everything I try just makes it worse."

The two fell into a heavy silence. Roy gazed out the office window and watched as the clouds floated by. The paperwork he was supposed to be doing was left abandoned on the desk behind him. He knew he should be working, but he couldn't bring himself to pick the pen up. He closed his eyes and mentally cursed himself. How bad did he look to his team and the rest of the military? He was the Flame Alchemist, hero of the Eastern Rebellion, and he was sitting around sulking. Roy looked down at his left hand that hung limply over the arm of the chair. His eyes focused on the transmutation circle. The fabric of the glove tightened as his hand clenched into a fist.

He pushed away from the window and turned around so he was facing the desk. "I am going to get her back, Riza," he promised. "No matter what it takes. I'm getting my daughter back."

Hawkeye smiled. Finally, the Colonel's fire was beginning to burn again. As Roy began attacking the paperwork, Hawkeye made her way out to her desk, the smile still on her face. Riza was just sitting down when Havoc, Falman, Breda and Fuery walked in. They were all surprised to see the Lieutenant's usually stern face lit up in a small smile. Havoc was about to ask what was wrong, but then decided against it. He wasn't in the mood to have a gun pointed at his head. So, he quietly sat down at his desk and continued working on the paperwork. Mustang had gotten through half of the paperwork when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Sir, there's a phone call for you from a Gregory Karchi," the operator said.

"Put him through," Roy said.

There was a moment of silence before someone spoke.

"Roy?"

"Greg?" Roy whispered. "What are you doing calling the office?"

"Well, I knew you wouldn't be home," Greg replied.

"Give me your number and I'll call you back."

Greg gave Roy the phone number and the men hung up. Mustang grabbed his coat and headed out of the office. None of his men said a word to him. Roy made his way to the park and stepped into the phone booth. He dialed the number Greg had given him and listened to the rings. After the third ring, Greg picked up.

"Sorry about that," Mustang apologized. "But, there's always a risk that the phone lines could be tapped."

"Yeah. I should've known better," Greg admitted.

Roy took a deep breath. "So, why did you suddenly decide to call?"

Greg hesitated for a bit before answering. "Liz is getting suspicious," he announced. "She keeps asking way too many questions."

"What kinds of questions?"

"Mostly about her parents," Greg replied. "Don't be surprised if she suddenly shows up on the door step of Central Command."

Roy felt his stomach tighten. "She can't come to Central," he said.

"Why not? It's a free country," Greg replied.

Roy ran his fingers through his hair. "Even though she may not remember me, I can't face her just yet," the Colonel explained. "I gave her away, after all."

Greg nodded in understanding. "I'll try to stall her decision in travelling to Central for as long as I can. But, I don't know how long I can keep her here."

Roy smiled sadly. "And, I just told Hawkeye that I was going to get Liz back no matter what. Now, I'm trying to delay that from happening."

"It's not your fault, Roy," Greg said. "It was hard. I'll keep Liz here for a few more weeks so that you can prepare yourself."

"Thanks, Greg."

"No problem, pal. See ya."

"Bye."

The old war friends hung up. Roy ran his hands down his face and rubbed his eyes. He had a feeling the next few weeks were going to be extremely long.

Sorry if it seems weak. It's the best I could come up with. Anyway, let me know what you think. No flames, please.