"Edward, excellent work!" The blonde stood before the Chief Super Intendant. "I was hard on you, but it was for good reason. This disturbing individual has finally put behind bars and we can rest easy."

"Thank you sir." The blonde remained stood to attention.

"Will you be conducting the interview?" Removing his spectacles before closing the case file.

"Yes sir."

"Then I shall not keep you a moment longer." Grumman happily tapped a bunch of files on his desk before smiling to one of his most prized officers.

Ed nodded and took his leave heading straight to the interview room where Kimblee was being detained.

Opening the door he dismissed the uniformed officer inside and took a seat opposite the suspect. He remained quiet as Alphonse took swabs inside his mouth, under his fingernails and a sample of hair. Placing each individual item inside a sealed bag to take back to the lab.

When his younger brother had finished Ed pressed the play button on the recording device.

"Interview with Solf J Kimblee. Present are Detective Edward Elric and Doctor Alphonse Elric."

Solf looked between both men. "D'aww that's cute."

Ed ignored the man's remark and continued with the interview.

"Kimblee you have been arrested for the murders of six me-"

"Hang on, hang on." He raised his arms to stop Ed from proceeding. "Forensics usually take what they want and disappear. Why is your darling sibling still here? To hold your hand?"

"I'm here for good reason." Was all Al replied before his brother carried on with his statement.

"Six men. James Trent, Harley Grassington, Buck Wellson, Liam Truy, Vincent Quawr and a sixth man we've been unable to identify."

Kimblee smiled. "Think you might need to get a new team together Detective Elric. Seems your darling brother and his team are slacking."

Ed glared before placing a bag of evidence on the table top. "Ishvalen civil war grenade. Found in your property. Don't get your hopes up, it has been disarmed."

Solf nodded his head repeatedly.

"You're not denying it?"

He looked to both Ed and Al. "I'm not admitting anything. Merely... interested. I usually see this stuff on the box. It's all very exciting." He smiled. "Please, carry on!"

"Fragments at all the crime scenes match the make of this grenade." Al added on to his brother's statement.

Another bag was placed next to the grenade. A pair of shoes and a three photographs, placing the pictures in a line before the suspect.

"A pair of your shoes." He turns them upside down to reveal the sole. "Blakeys. Quite a rare sight on footwear these days. Match a shoe print left at the most recent crime scene and tyre tracks that match the ones from your vehicle."

Kimblee nodded profusely again before leaning back into his chair. He folded his arms in front of his chest. "Impressive. Now this is the part where you demand I explain, right?" He paused. "As you know I was in the Grenadiers in the Ishvalen war. That's not a crime, I was protecting people, I was protecting this country. Being in such an elite unit where practically the entire platoon was killed makes me an easy target because of the explosives used. I was merely collecting memorabilia, making sure the unit was never forgotten. The tyre tracks? I sometimes take my car out there and go off road. The shoes? I found them and thought they look nice, I'll take them. Might as well they were my size after all."

There was a knock at the door. Al quickly stands from his seat to open the door ajar, taking a sheet of paper from the person behind before closing it again and taking his seat.

"Analysis from the soil found in the tyre grooves and on the shoes. Is a match from the disused land of the sixth victim."

"Did you not listen to what I've just said?"

"Solf J Kimblee you re being formally arrested for the murder of six men."

"That's not it was it? I was having fun! Usually these interviews last so much longer."

"This isn't a television show. The evidence is incredibly strong against you and there is no doubt in my mind that you are the man responsible for these hideous crimes. Interview terminated."

Alphonse pressed the stop button and re gathered the evidence. As Ed approached the door to ask a uniformed officer to take him to the cells.

Solf smiled and stared at the table. "How's Roy by the way?"

Ed stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him. "What?"

"I haven't seen him for a couple of years."

"What has he got to do with this?"

Solf slowly turned his head as he smile grew even bigger. "A little birdie has told me he's taken a liking to you."

Ed quickly opened the door for the officer. Ed's eyes watched as Kimblee walked past him with a smirk on his face, winking before going out of sight with the officer on duty.

xXx

Ed walked through the door into the now familiar office.

Roy placed whatever he was reading to the side and gave Ed his full attention. "Detective Elric. I heard you caught your man."

"Thanks to you."

"I did say didn't I? That I always keep what I promise. Besides it was you who caught him I just pointed you in the right direction."

"Kimblee asked how you were." Leaning against the wall.

Mustang's eyebrows furrowed "He knows it was me?"

"He knows something. Says a little birdie told him."

"I haven't told anyone of what happened in this room, I assure you."

"The camera."

"Is fake." He quickly replied.

"...What?"

Roy rose from his seat and walked closer to Ed. "The camera is fake."

Ed looked to the 'camera' before looking back to the man in front of him.

"You want to arrest me?" Roy held his arms out toward him. "Okay, cuff me. Throw me in the cells." Ed watched his features closely. "Or would you like to cuff me to something else?"

Ed's mobile rang. He kept his eyes fixated on the man in front of him as he reached into his pocket and pulling out the device, accepting the call without even looking at the screen.

"Elric." He caught Roy's wink.

"Ed, do you mind if we have a drink later. There is something I need to ask you."

"Sure Al, usual place?"

"Yeah."

"I'll see you then." Ending the call and replacing the phone in his pocket before turning his back to Roy and to the door.

It didn't open very far before it was quickly closed shut, an extra hand was placed on the wooden panel keeping it firmly in place. Ed slowly turned to see Roy closer then he had been before. His face just mere centimeters from his own. He could see the obsidian orbs scanning every inch of his face, lingering slightly on his own eyes and lips. He could feel the slow breath from Roy on his lips. He could feel his body reacting and moving on it's own. Roy's face was getting closer to him, the dark eyes quickly glancing from eyes to lips multiple times.

So close.

So very close.

They paused as a tapping sound came from behind the detective.

"Boss, got some more forms for you to sign."

Ed gently pushed Roy back and away from the door, turning the handle and letting the panel swing on it's hinges.

"Thank you for your help Roy." Ed turned and nodded to Havoc before walking past and down the corridor to the back entrance.

Jean looked to his boss who had now taken his place in the threshold, watching the young detective make his way out of the building. "Boss?"

It took a few seconds for Roy to realise he was being talked to. Taking the papers from Havoc's hand he looked back towards the now empty corridor before walking back into his office.

Ed sat in his car with his hands firmly on the steering wheel and the engine running. His heart was beating a mile a minute. He was going to kiss Roy Mustang. Why? Sure the man was handsome, he had that thought the very moment he first met him, but this was a guy who demanded sexual favours for information. This was a man who lied about the camera in his office. Why the absolute fuck was he prepared to kiss him? There was no need to think of this now, it was done. The case has been solved there was no reason for him to see the man again and that was how it was going to be.

Putting the car in reverse he left the property for what would be the last time.

xXx

Ed took a seat next to his brother who was already waiting in a booth to the side of the doorway with his older brother's choice of drink sitting on the glass mat.

"Hopefully things will calm down now." He took a sip of scotch.

"I might give Russell some time off. He's been working non stop on that case for us."

"You sure that isn't just some excuse so you won't be disturbed with just you and Mai in the lab?" He nudged his younger brother in the side with his elbow.

"For goodness sake Ed I told you nothing happens in the lab or morgue."

"I'm just pulling your chain Al, but if you really do like her you should tell her. Granny Pinako is still waiting the news that we have found someone to settle down with."

"Okay I admit it, I like her, but this isn't what I've asked you to come and talk about."

"What's on your mind then little brother?" He turned his body around to face his sibling as much as the furniture would let him.

"What did he mean Ed?"

"Who?"

"Kimblee. By saying Roy had taken a liking to you. Are you in danger?"

"No, no, nothing of the sort. Roy was they guy who gave me Kimblee's address."

"And so by him taking a liking to you.."

"Roy Mustang is a stubborn bastard, who doesn't give people anything without getting something in return."

Ed looked to the other tables, watching people arrive and leave.

"So what did you give him?"

"What?" His attentions turned back to his brother.

"Roy. You said it yourself, so what did you have to give him in return for the address?"

"Protection."

It was the first thing that came into Ed's mind. He had to say something reasonable quickly. There was no way he was going to tell his brother exactly how he really obtained the information. He couldn't say that he jacked and sucked the man off. His brother looked up to him, in a time of desperation he did something that no police officer should ever do, he couldn't disappoint Al because of his actions.

His brother nodded, the fact that he showed no reason of doubting his sibling made Ed hate himself even more.

It was done, the case was over.

There was no reason to see Roy Mustang again..