Author's note: I got the suggestion for this chapter from jelexd so thank you for the idea and I hope I did you justice. Sorry that it's kind of short

Also this one is written in third person rather than in letter format like the other chapters

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of its characters

Riza let out an aggravated sigh. As usual, the Colonel's desk and the surrounding area were a complete mess and she would have to be the one to clean it up. She sat in his chair and began sorting the papers atop the desk. Unsigned orders and approvals, old strategic plans, personal notes, the variety of paperwork was innumerable. Riza shook her head, sighing again.

"Lazy fool," she mumbled to herself. She continued organizing until, at last, the rich brown of the desktop poked its way through the paperwork. A few minutes more and they were officially sorted into appropriate piles: to be saved, to be filed, and to be thrown away. Riza then opened one of the drawers and found it filled with crumpled up pieces of paper. She adjusted her feet and heard the crunch of crumpled paper. Looking under the desk, she saw several more balls of paper. Riza rolled her eyes and bent over to collect the ones under the desk, putting them on top of the desk. Figuring they may have been important, she smoothed out one of them. In addition to the wrinkles of the paper, the Colonel's handwriting was sloppier than usual so the words were hard to make out. Riza swore she saw her name…

"Lieutenant," the Colonel's voice called from the door. Startled, Riza dropped the paper in her lap. She stood up quickly and gave a salute. The paper fell to the floor. Roy stood in the doorway, looking wary.

"Forgive me, sir, I was just arranging the papers on your desk," Riza stated. The Colonel strolled into the room, stopping in front of her. He leaned down and picked up the piece of paper at her feet. Riza swore she saw a flash of anxiety as he grabbed it, crumpling it up once more.

"Unnecessary," he said coolly, recovering quickly. He reached around her and tossed the paper into the open drawer and shut it hard.

"My apologies," Riza said. The Colonel eyed her suspiciously, but concluded she had not seen anything she should have. He turned and walked over to the door. He paused in the doorway, turning his head as if he was going to speak. Shaking his head slightly he continued out the door. Riza was tempted to open the drawer again, for those were clearly papers not meant for her eyes. But she knew it was wrong, so she controlled herself and went over to her own desk to work.

Roy meandered through the halls of headquarters wondering if Riza had actually seen the letters. It was true, they were for her – sloppily and quickly written but nevertheless for her eyes only. And yet he did not want her to see them. Not yet at least. Perhaps, he wondered, there would come a day when he could give them to her.

But today was not that day. In fact, that day would not come for a long time.

When she was gone, he decided, he would burn the letters.

Thanks for reading. Again, sorry that it's short but I felt that it didn't need to be very long. Anyway reviews are always appreciated and thank you again to jelexd for suggesting the idea

And again I won't be writing anymore for this story unless someone prompts me to do so

Thanks again