Riza glanced up from her paperwork and rolled her eyes. That idiot. She looked around the room. Breda had clocked out early. And Fuery had gotten a date that afternoon so Hawkeye had told him to leave early. The office was empty.

She looked at the colonel's desk at the end of the room, by the window. It had grown dark about half an hour ago. The phone had rung for the third time. Roy Mustang had passed out on a pile of paperwork. The pen that had been in his hand had smudged on his last piece of paper. Riza stood up, her chair scraping the floor as she did so. Roy stirred, his eyes closing tighter.

She walked to his desk and placed a small hand on his forehead. It was burning up and wet with sweat. She kneeled down next to him and ran a hand through his hair, "Colonel?" she said gently.

His eyes fluttered open, looking straight at her. His eyes took awhile to focus on her face and once they did he smiled. Riza's brown eyes were filled with concern and her eyebrows were knit together.

Her hand was on his face. They looked at each other for a few moments before she realized and she quickly pulled it back, like she'd been burned. "Come on, sir" she said, pushing an arm through his and pulling him up out of his chair.

He grimaced, a hand moved to his chest. Riza froze. Roy's face turned red with embarrassment, "I'm fine"

"Come on, I'll take you home" she said, helping him out the door which she locked behind her.

"Really, Lieutenant" Roy said, pulling himself from her grip, "I should be able to drive myself home." He fumbled and nearly fell.

"It's no problem, sir" she said, walking them down the stairs and out the front door.

"It's that one" Roy said, pointing to his car as they walked out the door. They both looked up as raindrops began to fall. Riza smiled; something rare to see on her face, "I guess you really are useless when it rains aren't you, Colonel?"

Roy scowled at her jest and made his way to the car.

"I'm driving" she said, pushing him away from the door.

Roy sighed, but didn't argue. He knew it wouldn't make a difference. Riza climbed in the driver seat and turned on the ignition as Roy climbed in the passenger seat. He tried to hide his pain when he climbed in. She looked away when he grimaced, so he didn't think she'd seen.

Ten minutes later they pulled up to his large apartment and she parked his car. She looked over to realize that he'd fallen asleep. Riza felt her lips quirk to the side in a small, relaxed smile. She leaned over and fished in his pockets for the apartment key. It was in his jacket pocket. His eyes snapped open with surprise. She hadn't realized how close they were until she really looked at him.

"Hawkeye" he said.

Riza blinked. Their noses were barely inches apart. She pulled away, breaking the connection that she didn't want to notice. The keys in her hand, she stepped out of the car.

The man at the counter gave her an odd look as she helped walk the colonel into his apartment building. She nodded to the man at the desk, he looked back to some paperwork. Roy was out of breath by the time they walked up the first flight of steps.

"I'm only on the first floor, Lieutenant" he said. They walked down the hallway and she clicked his door open, putting the keys on the table by the door. Roy pulled away and slumped down on his fluffy, black couch. He sighed, sinking into the fluff of the couch. Riza stood in the door, the slightest bit uncomfortable to be in his apartment. That's when she realized she'd never been with one of her best friends alone for more than a few hours outside of work.

"Here, let me get you something to drink" Roy began to stand, but Riza put a hand on his shoulder, easing him back into the couch.

"I think I can manage" she said, and walked to the kitchen.

"Second cabinet from the sink on the left" he called after her, "The tap water is clean"

She grabbed a glass then stopped, "Would you like anything, sir?"

"No, thank you" he said, staring ahead of him.

"Sir" Riza said. She knew that he wouldn't like her waiting on him. Especially in his own home, "What would you like me to get you?"

There was a moment of silence when the colonel considered saying 'nothing' again. But he thought better of it, "Water is fine, Lieutenant"

She sat next to him on the sofa, realizing there was almost no other furniture in the room besides a radio and a few tables. The couch was a lot smaller than it seemed to have been earlier as the two sat on it together. Their thighs touched. Mustang stretched his legs out to reach the coffee table. Riza sat, perched, on the edge of the sofa.

"Please, make yourself at home. You don't have to sit there like a statue." He said, drinking the water in one gulp and setting the glass aside.

"Actually, sir, I should probably be on my way." Riza said, standing.

"It's a long walk"

Riza froze, her hand almost touching the doorknob, "I know"

"You can stay here, if you'd like" Roy said, the black in his eyes was unreadable, "I have a guest-bedroom. It's not sheeted but…"

He stood carefully and walked slowly to a closet in the hallway, pulling out some linens. "Come on, Hawkeye. It's about a twenty mile walk. At least"

Riza could see the pain in his eyes as he held the pile of cloth. It was hurting him. She pulled the sheets from his hands. "Go to bed" she said, "You're tired"

He smirked. She ignored the fact that she liked it.

"Alright" he said, and began to walk down the hall. "The guest-bedroom is on the right. Here's a bed-shirt"

He threw it at her from somewhere in his room. It would be big enough to cover her whole body.

"Goodnight, sir" she said and walked down the hall, "Thank you"

"Goodnight, Hawkeye"

She loved the fact that when she spread the sheets out and laid down in them—after twenty minutes of straightening and changing—that they smelled like him.