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Oh, and do they have cell phones? Because I'm pretty sure they don't but I almost wrote it in anyway. Then I realized that'd be stupid, so I didn't. But, I did write in license plates.


Ring!

Havoc lazily reached for the phone, leaning all the way back in his chair.

"This is Havoc. What's the situation?"

"Jean, Jean. It's Maria. I... I need you and the team to-" Maria's already shaking voice was cut off by a scream.

"Maria?! Maria. what's going on?"

"Me.. me and Rebecca are..."

Another bloodcurdling scream cut through the air, loud enough for the Colonel to hear it from his desk. Havoc held up one finger, as if to say; Wait. Gimme a sec.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, alright? What's wrong with Rebecca?"

"It's not Rebecca. It's Riza."

Havoc spit out his cigarette, now drawing the whole room's attention.

"What's wrong? Maria, what happened? "

He winced as another scream filled the air. The others shared a look. Rebecca wasn't usually so easily panicked.

"We're at her house. Bring the Colonel. Bring everyone, bring Hughes, bring anyone, just get here now!" Havoc stuttered out an affirmative, and practically jumped to the Colonel's desk.

"Call Hughes. We need to go."


Pulling up to Riza's house, the first thing he noticed was her empty driveway.

He parked the car, and the 6 men came stumbling out.

"Damn, why the hell is your car so small, boss?" Grumbled Breda, trailing off when Maria came out, staggering under Rebecca's weight. She herself looked drained, uneasy on her feet.

"Havoc, take her. Put her in the car. Now." Her voice had an edge to it, as she handed her over to him. He brought her to the car, and laid her down in the back seat.

Maria practically collapsed onto Hughes, and he held her shoulders as she sobbed into his jacket.

The others stood around uselessly as their co-worked crumbled to pieces. Hughes seemed somewhat know what to do, him being married might've helped with that.

She sniffled, and straightened. Seemingly out of nowhere, Rebecca was next to Roy. Her eyes were red and puffy, and Havoc's jacket was draped over her petite frame.

"I'm... I'm better now. C'mon. There's something you might wanna see. But Colonel, are you sure you wanna come in?" He gave her a look.

"Why? How sick is Riza?"

The two women shared a look. Maria took his hand in hers. He hesitantly followed as she led him up the porch. She stopped, her hand on the doorknob.

"Colonel, I am going to cover your eyes, and bring you to her room. You are going to keep them closed. Do you understand me?" Seeing he was about to protest, she softened her gaze. "Please."

Hughes put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Listen to her Roy. She probably knows what's best. " Roy sighed.

"Fine." She nodded, and turned to the others.

"And you guys. I don't want to hear so much as a sneeze from you. For the Colonel's sake."

They nodded, scared to where this was going.

She covered Roy's eyes, and led him up the stair. Following behind, the others didn't realize what was going on until they looked away from each other, and at the floor and walls.

Hughes nearly tripped. Havoc stuffed his fist in his mouth to stop from spewing profanities, and Fuery looked on the verge of a panic attack. Felling his team's concern, he spoke up as they reached the door to his room.

"What? Did she vomit? Passed out? Dammit what's going on?!" He wrenched himself out of Maria's grasp and turned to face her. Hughes gasped behind her.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Hughes looked like he was gonna pass out now.

"What is it?" He snapped. "Dammit, someone just tell me, what happened?!" Fuery let a few tears trickle down his cheeks. He pointed, in horror at Riza's bed.

He spun around, ready to see how bad Riza's condition really was.

A blood-smeared bed wasn't what he'd really pictured.

He spun to look at the bloody handprints leading to the door. And opening the back of the door, he noticed the markings all over the once-white wood. A hand, same size as Riza's. But what made him even more angry were the two distinctly male hands on the edge of the door.

"Someone...is gonna pay." he spit out, trembling in fury.

Maria stepped forward. "Sir... take a closer look at her bed." He swallowed and slowly turned his head to read the shaky, once-dripping message.

Even a block away, the sound of Roy Mustang's anguished cry could've been heard.


Hughes didn't think he'd ever actually seen his best friend cry before.

Sure, he'd heard the aftershock of some of his Ishvalan-related nightmares.

But having him collapse on the bed in heaving, loud sobs was the most emotion he guessed he'd ever seen him show.

Roy, was a huge, hot mess.

First it had been a string of curses, at least one meant for every deity he knew of. Then he'd just curled up and stopped moving. Hughes and Havoc then lifted him onto her bed, stripping the bloodied linens first.

Roy was gripping to them like it was his lifeline.

They'd called in the investigative team. Havoc and Hughes ended up having to drag him out, and sit him on the bench outside her house. He still had tears streaming down his cheeks, falling onto the sheet he was twisting around in his hands.

And out of the corner of his eye, he realized.

There was one thing, one thing wrong. A clue. Maybe he was just so desperate for things to fall into place. But it was so damn obvious.

Riza's car wasn't in her driveway.


When Roy came stumbling into the little circle his team had formed, Maes though he was only seeing things.

He was still a little dizzy, that much was obvious. But now, behind the sadness and the anger, there was determination.

Maes had seen that look before.

"Riza was taken." Havoc felt pity blooming in his chest. Poor guy was going nuts without his Lieutenant.

"And I know how to find her." He leaned in closer.

"Anyone else notice that Riza's car is missing?" They shared a look, and all heads simultaneously turned find her empty driveway.

"What..The..Hell?" Havoc asked, and Rebecca turned to face Roy. He could practically see the gears turning in her head.

"If they stole the car, then it was last resort. I bet they were hoping we'd be too... distracted to realize for a while. They were hoping by the time we found them and the car... it wouldn't even matter anymore."

The group went silent, knowing very well what that meant.

"They've probably changed the plates by now. Who knows how many black, standard-military cars there are out there? We're never gonna find her!"

Then she bolted upright.

"But you knew that already. So why would it matter?"

He smiled, the dried tears making his face feel stiff.

"Because I planted a tracer in her car six months ago."


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