Taking a pen out of her pocket, Camie drew a transmutation circle on the back of the topmost photo before smirking at Ed.

In a flash of sparks, all the photos combined into one, that of Ed in a watery puddle on the platform.

Ed looked at it for a moment, then glared at Camie with grr in his eyes.

"Fair enough?" She asked, grinning. Then a look of dawning came about her, and she began digging in her pocket. "Oh, and I suppose you want proof of being part of the State, right?"

She finally held out a watch, bearing the President's seal. Ed glanced at it, then around at Maes, Roy, and finally sighed.

"Fine, fine, I believe you." Then he grinned, saying, "But isn't she late too?"

Hughes looked at his watch, saying, "Actually, no. While your abilities are comparable, she isn't supposed to be here until tomorrow morning."

Ed huffed, looking at Camie. "Do you enjoy making me look like an ass?"

She said with a smirk, "It's actually jackass, and you can do that on your own."

"Shut up," Ed said languidly, adding in an undertone, "Damn rabbit."

"Hey, you sound like partners already!" Hughes said amusingly.

Camie looked at him with a fond smile. "You act like I saved his life or something."

"Just about." Hughes said, suddenly solemn. "Roy might have burned him alive if he was any more late, or worse; Made him wear a uniform!"

She laughed at the face the man made to go with the sentiment, soon joined by his own baritone chuckle.

Must've missed the joke. Ed suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Why were you at the train station?"

She shrugged. "I got lost."

Ed rolled his eyes. "Well, that's smart. Crazy rabbit."

"Jackass."

On the verge of being annoyed, Roy said, "Alright, that's enough, you two. Shake hands and get over it."

"No." The two alchemists said in unison.

Ed looked at Camie, asking, "What's your excuse?"

"Hm." She turned away. "Not exactly my thing. Call me crazy, but I don't find physical contact a necessity in life."

Ed grinned. "Oh really?"

"Yes. Really." She glanced at him. "Why? Are you challenging me, Fullmetal?"

He lunged, and she side-stepped to avoid him. He then threw a punch, but she dodged again.

It went on like this for a few moments, during which Roy and Maes each had a cup of coffee, courtesy of Ms. Riza. Ed finished it by transmuting a block of wood around Camie's feet.

"I win." Ed said, walking over to her cockily.

She looked worried for a moment, then said, "Think again!"

With unbelievable strength (or something of the nature), she managed to kick out of the block, her legs freed. The wood splintered, flying in several directions. She spun around Ed as he raised his hands to shield his eyes. As a last-ditch attempt to win, Ed reached out and managed to brush against her shoulder.

Once she reached the door, she turned back to them, saying with another salute "Good night, Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, Colonel Mustang." She glared at Ed. "Jackass."

She left, closing the door behind her quietly.

"Well." Maes said, intrigue in his voice. "If nothing else, it can be said she won't slam doors."

Ed turned to him, asking, "What's with her?"

"Eh, who knows?" He replied nonchalantly. "One thing you should learn while you're young, Ed, is never try to understand women. When you're in the doghouse--"

Rolling his eyes Ed waved off Maes' speech, "Yeah, yeah, spare me the wisdom. Hughes, how did you get dragged into this anyways?"

He gave a rough grin. "I found her!"

Ed rolled his eyes. "Great, just great. Any idea where she'd go?"

"Her room, she boards in a room like yours in the Traveler's quarters." Roy motioned toward the door, adding, "I believe she's the third door past yours on the right."

Ed nodded, then walked away. As he exited the office, he found Al talking to Ms. Riza. She had been explaining the situation.

"C'mon Al." Ed said, continuing with a curt nod to Ms. Riza.

Al started, looking at Ed. "Brother!"

He started to follow the elder, but stopped and bid Ms. Riza a good night before hurrying after Ed. "Brother, where are we going? Where's--"

"I guess I pissed her off or something," Ed said, already knowing what Al wanted to know. "She ran off, so I'm gonna go find out what's wrong with her."

"You-- What? Brother, what did you do?" Al had to force himself not to dope-slap his elder brother.

Ed replied defensively, "Nothing! We were sparring, and--"

"Why were you sparring?" Al asked vehemently.

"I don't know!" Came the last attempt from Ed. "I'll figure it out later, alright?"

Al stopped, muttering, "Oh, Brother."

Ed found the door, decided against bursting in rudely, and knocked.

"Come in!!"

He opened the door and stepped in, but he didn't see anyone. A uniform jacket was slung over the back of a chair, one of three around a table. "Hello?"

Suddenly a head peeked out from a doorway. "Oh, it's you."

The head withdrew, and Ed followed it into a kitchenette. Camie was standing over the stove, stirring something in a sauce pan. Her eyes were focused on the task at hand, but Ed could see an angry glint to them.

"Um..." Ed rubbed the back of his neck. "I--"

"Don't apologize, you don't know what you did." She said tersely, turning around with a sigh. "We should go over what ever information we have. Do you eat potatoes?"

Ed sputtered for a moment, ending up with, "Potatoes?"

"Soup." Se turned to the side, holding up the pan to reveal its contents. "You haven't eaten all day, I'll assume, since you were running most of it."

With a blink, Ed nodded. "What exactly are you working on?"

"Finding the criminal called Scar."

Wow, it's been a while . Sorry, hope someone reads this... I combined the original Chapter One and Two because they felt too short...