A/N: This is perhaps the chapter people have been waiting for? I have no idea.
But don't you just get the best hints from my opening comments? ;


"It's expected that if they strike again, they will strike somewhere public. Somewhere that'll get them the attention they seem to be craving." Roy addressed the large number of people, only his eyes expressing the anger he felt on the subject. He kept looking at Riza, more specifically to her cheek, and everyone was noticing. Riza felt embarrassed under the scrutiny of so many eyes, but she didn't dare blush; she just listened. "The simplest and perhaps most effective thing we can do at the moment is station groups in the more prominently known areas of Central to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. I trust you've all been given descriptions of the targets?" Muted agreements and nods came as he spoke. Riza exchanged knowing glance with Havoc as Roy began to reel off the names in each patrol. "West end; myself, Hawkeye, Havoc, Breda and Fuery."

No one was expecting anything else from Roy. He would always post the people he was closest to him with him. The meeting concluded abruptly, with everyone briskly filing out so they could leave for their placements. Havoc, Breda and Fuery were muttering as they left, with Riza following several feet behind them. So engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't realise at first that she had been stopped.

"You can hang on." Roy's hand pushed her around to face him, resting on the small of her back. Riza's eyes widened as she was gentled shoved towards him, his other hand light on her waist. Without warning, Roy placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. All she could do was give in. Her hands were put onto his shoulders, the movement causing Roy to press his kiss down just a little more firmly. They solely stood there, locked together, ignorant of everything else around them. "My, my, Hawkeye. You are very distracted, aren't you?" Roy murmured, carefully placing the gun he'd taken off of Riza onto the nearest desk.

"So are you, sir," Riza answered, cocking her second gun. Roy laughed, traces of anxiety in his voice. However, Riza just gently placed that gun next to the other. Roy leant his head back reluctantly, smiling in an almost sheepish way at her. Riza surveyed him. "Why… why did you do that?" The question was simple enough, and it had a simple answer too. However, with Roy, it took a little while for him to gather the right words.

"I did that because… because last night I thought you'd died. I felt so utterly scared, and I finally understood that no one's bullet proof. Not me, and not you. So I did that because I'm not sure if I'll get the chance to again." Riza was about to speak, but she was interrupted.

"Colonel, are you coming or what?" Roy straightened, scowling as he grudgingly disentangled himself from Riza, striding towards the door.

"Havoc, haven't you ever heard that patience is a virtue?" Roy's shout echoed down the stairwell, a chuckle floating back up in reply as a sure sign that Havoc hadn't ever heard of that saying. "Riza, are you coming?" She started at the sound of her own name, reacting slowly to it. "I said, are you coming?" Riza nodded numbly, following Roy out.

Havoc had already started driving his car out, with Breda and Fuery inside, when Roy and Riza reached their car. Automatically, Riza seated herself in the driver's seat, with her superior sliding in beside her. They didn't speak; the silence wasn't awkward, though. It was comfortable, just like it had been in the office before Havoc had called about the situation in the south end. Riza was smiling openly, her cheeks slightly red. Roy was watching her, holding back his own immensely broad smile.

"You look happy," He commented five minutes into the journey.

"I am."

"Oh?" He paused. "You look like a girl who's just been kissed for the first time."

"Guys, how long do you think it's going to take for the Colonel to confess his true feelings to Lieutenant Hawkeye?" Fuery's question started the favourite topic amongst Roy's subordinates; wondering about his relationship with Riza Hawkeye. Havoc shrugged, while Breda smirked, looked back at the Sergeant.

"I think he's going to have to do it soon. I hear Hawkeye's being headhunted. There's talk of her being offered a promotion if she transfers to somewhere." Breda chuckled. "I can't believe she hasn't noticed it yet, though. When he's not talking about some random thing, or slacking off, he's always staring at her."

"I just wish they'd hurry up," Havoc said wistfully. "I've always fancied being a best man at a wedding." Thus began the bickering over who'd be chosen as the best man for Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye's (inevitable) wedding.