A/N: I was going to wait to post this chapter until I received a few more reviews because truthfully, I'm a little disappointed that there haven't been many for this fic. However, I have the entire story finished and lack patience so I might as well post it.

Thank you to reviewers AngelCallie and Chris V. I would like to dedicate this chapter to both of you. You have no idea how much of a funk I've been in and your reviews made my day :) Ed and Al come in on this chapter so maybe that will give incentive to review haha.

Chapter 4: Mission Complete?

"Colonel Mustang, I have completed my mission."

"What?" It was too early in the morning for this, with the singing from last night's theater date still ringing through his slightly whisky-soaked brain.

"My mission sir."

At the colonel's blank look, Falman went on to explain.

"To find Havoc a girlfriend, sir."

Ah, yes, now he remembered. "Oh, and who is the lucky lady?"

"Riza, sir."

"That's nice." Wait a minute…either Roy's hearing was off or he had heard her name.

"What?"

The glare Mustang gave Falman caused him to stand straight at attention and salute as he said more clearly, "First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, sir."

"That was not your mission objective, Falman." Oh great, now he'll start babbling.

"But sir, you said…"

"I said to find Havoc a cute smart funny girl with a good personality. Not Lieutenant Hawkeye."

"Colonel, Riza is all that."

Yes but that's not the point!

Mustang's mind screamed and he had to move or he would light something on fire. Pacing the office helped a bit…not much, but it was enough to keep from yelling louder at Falman.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, Falman, is a woman that Havoc could never handle. Did she agree to this?"

The last question was an afterthought, something he never should have voiced but he wanted to know, oh he wanted to know if Riza would go out with someone in the military…especially of Havoc's status.

"Well…"

Before Falman could answer, the office door opened and in walked Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, complete in standard navy uniform and hair clipped back. Damn how Mustang wanted to see her in a mini skirt.

The men stood in awkward silence, no longer able to talk about her with her being in the room like that and she picked up on how quiet they became by breaking the silence with a question.

"Did I miss something, gentlemen?"

"No ma'am," Falman said quickly, making a mad dash for the exit while Mustang glared at him from behind.

Traitor.

Roy had half a mind to snap his fingers and fry him but the other half was on this new predicament with Riza-Lieutenant Hawkeye. Why was it that he couldn't keep that simple fact straight anymore?

Mustang ran his hands through his hair as inconspicuously as possible while turning to face his desk and look out the windows, not wanting to face Hawkeye at the moment.

"Colonel?" she asked, looking from the door which Falman hastily exited to Mustang who looked a bit…stressed.

"So, how was your day off, Lieutenant Hawkeye?"

Why, why why did he have to ask that?

He didn't want to know, for it had to have been yesterday that all of this had happened, unless it was right after he dropped her off that rainy day. Had it been that night? The questions nagged in his brain but Mustang tried to ignore them, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets for a sense of self control.

Wonder what happened…did Falman do something stupid again? Hawkeye thought as she walked closer behind Mustang before answering calmly.

"It was fine, sir…thank you for asking."

Should she give him the common courtesy by asking him the same thing? It was his day off after all too, he probably did something, eligible bachelor that he is. That last thought forced Hawkeye to shake her head furiously, not wanting it in there ever again. Thankfully he spoke again before she could decide.

"That's nice. Nothing out of the ordinary?"

His voice held an edge of panic that only he could hear and all that she should be hearing was the calm collected Mustang inquiring about his subordinate's leisure time, or at least he hoped.

She was awfully close to him, always standing a couple feet in some vicinity around him. Even now he could sense her, inches behind him and so he didn't turn around, waiting to hear her answer before moving again.

"Come to think of it, sir, I did have an encounter with Lieutenant Havoc in the market. He seems to be doing better."

Why did she say that? To maybe point out that she had a social life too? But with Havoc? No, not with any other military officers, she didn't need that drama added to her life that was already more complicated than she would have liked.

Mustang closed his eyes, trying to think past her sentence. So they had been together on Sunday. Well, Falman did his job, but that didn't mean the colonel was going to let him get away burn free.

"Then Falman completed his mission I take it?"

That was something she hadn't expected.

"I would not know, sir. I suggest you ask him yourself."

All of this guess work was fraying at Hawkeye's patience and that was saying something, seeing that her superior officer and the man she swore to protect would do anything and everything to press her buttons but she'd never completely lose her patience. He was sure testing her today though.

"Earlier, before you had walked in, he had announced his mission complete. He found Havoc a girlfriend."

Hawkeye was going to make him say it, wasn't she? Was this punishment for looking at her every now and then, thinking thoughts that she would have probably shot him for more times than he'd like to admit?

Roy decided the best way to finish this was cold and detached, stick to the facts, business as usual, which held even after he turned around and faced her, practically sitting on the desk to not be so close to her.

"Well, congratulations to Havoc for finding a girlfriend and to Falman for completing his individual assignment."

Riza really had no idea why he was looking at her so cold, so detached, so business as usual but it was more than that, it was like he was hiding everything from her. His eyes were hard, black as obsidian, shining with guarded emptiness instead of the fire deep within him that kept him going even after Hughes' death.

"Sir…are you alright?"

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Mustang accompanied these words with a shrug as if to say nothing could be wrong, but then why was he acting this way?

Before she could get the words out however, there was a knock at the door that caused both the colonel and first lieutenant to step away from each other as if they were doing caught something wrong.

"Okay, let's get this reporting business over with…"

Edward Elric mumbled walking into Colonel Mustang's office which just so happened to be one of his most least favorite places. By the looks of things, it was a place no one wanted to be at the moment, judging from the faces and postures of his superior military officers.

"Maybe I should just come back-"

"That's quite alright Edward, I was just on my way to retrieve some more paperwork for the colonel." Hawkeye responded smoothly but all too quickly for Ed's comfort, watching her bustle past him and out the door.

"Okay, Lieutenant."

Well, Ed was lost, but that wasn't the first time in the goings on of the military. Still, he caught a glimpse of something in Mustang he had never seen before…something like anxiety? Over what? Ed followed the man's line of sight to the closed door and cursed to himself silently. I knew I shouldn't have interrupted.

"What was that?" Mustang snapped, hearing part of what Ed had said aloud. That man has the hearing of a dog.

"Nothing. Colonel, is everything alright?"

Ed was given a view of Mustang's back as he turned to the window once again, ignoring the younger man's question completely.

"You have a report to make, Elric."

Sheesh, this military stuff has someone in a twist, Ed thought to himself before doing his duty for once.

"Yes, sir."

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