Hey, chapter 12, my longest story yet :)

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"I don't see why I bother sometimes Catalina!" Riza yelled over the noise of the other woman's voice. "You know why I think that because everyone tells me you're an utter bitch but no I choose to think of you as my best friend! Someone that actually gives a shit about my feeling and what goes on in my life!"

"Riza I panicked!" Rebecca retorted, her fists clenching. Hayate whimpered and pulled gently at Riza's trouser leg. Riza merely shook her ankle and held her fiery gaze upon the black haired woman. The two gun women stood for a while, each knowing they shouldn't be mad at their friend but being too proud to admit it. "Listen Riza, I wasn't in the bushes last night for no reason at all,"

"Then why were you?" Riza snapped, running a hand agitatedly through her hair.

"Because-" Rebecca started, pulling the band from her ponytail and glaring at the blonde.

"Not only did you lie about Mustang asking me to the ball…" she paused, her throat working as she let out a deep sigh. "You're going to lie to me again,"

"Am not, Riza whenever before have I lied to you," Rebecca said defensively, raising her hands in defeat. The blonde woman stayed silent, merely raising an eyebrow. "Riza!" Rebecca
whined, stamping her foot in a very childish gesture.

"Listen Rebecca…I guess... it's fine," The blonde said as she sank into a chair, and taking the mug of tea into her hands; which in the time of the short argument had grown slightly colder. "It's not like I got my hopes up," she whispered and brought the cup to her lips. The lukewarm liquid stung her throat, making her gag. She pulled it away quickly and scowled at it, licking her lips slowly. "That's disgusting, don't drink that,"

"Alright," Rebecca muttered as she slumped into her own chair and pushed the mug away. "So you're not angry?"

"No Rebecca, I'm not," She whispered as she swirled the dull brown liquid around.

"Sometimes I think you're too soft, anyone else would have ripped me apart," Riza looked up as the black haired woman spoke, giving her a disbelieving look.

"Miss Catalina, my hands have done enough over the years, and I do not intend adding murdering a best friend to the list. Besides…." She paused and smiled softly. "You should know by
now that I'm not that bad a person, you've known me long enough to know that right, ever since we met at the military academy…all those years ago,"

"Yeah the year after you went through the Ishbal war," Rebecca's face seemed to tighten into a pained expression. Although she had not actually been in the conflict Riza had told her
enough to make anyone sick to the bone. "You still went after Mustang though,"

"I had no choice, ever since that day in 1905 when he came back and told me had graduated from the military academy, the day I told you I gave him my father's secret," Her voice was soft and gentle. Hayate whined softly, placing his head on his owner's lap.

"You were seventeen years old, you followed your heart," Rebecca said softly, her usual smirk now replaced by a small smile. "Did you ever stop?"

"Maybe you should try it," Riza chuckled, scratching Hayate affectionately behind the ears. "My heart's still the same and it has its place Rebecca,"

"Watch it Hawkeye or should I say the 'Hawks Eyes'?"

"Don't it was my fault all those people died in Ishbal,"

"It was never your fault that's why you asked him-"

"Yeah, then fours year later I asked him to burn the secret I had bestowed upon him," Her lip shook slightly as she spoke, her strokes on the small dogs head slowed to a near stop.

"Then he made you his bodyguard," Rebecca chuckled and stood up, wondering idly into the small kitchen and opening a cupboard. She paused, pushing through the tins of dog food before finally pulling from it a cup.

Riza sighed and leant back as she heard the tap turn on. "You never told me what happened in Laboratory five, I think it's about time you did," Rebecca mumbled as she brought the now full glass to her lips and wondered back into the room.

"Well you know about Barry…the Chopper," she continued, seeing the blank look on her friend's face.

"Of course," Rebecca nodded and returned to her seat, setting the glass down on the wooden table.

"It happened after that…" Riza began, moving her eyes to the window as she began to explain the whole story.

"So…that's it," Rebecca gaped, her glass now empty upon the table.

"Rebecca that's…a lot, or could your brain not keep up," she mumbled, bringing her own glass of water to her lips. Rebecca growled then smirked widely.

"So you saw Mustang's naked torso," She chuckled. Riza blushed lightly although it seemed Rebecca had not noticed as she began to giggle. "What was it like?"

"Rebecca Catalina!" Riza growled, slamming her glass down on the table. "It's fine if you look at men's naked torsos while they are covered in burns, fighting a homunculus and are in a near death position, but I generally care more about the man himself,"

"And how many men has that been, eh Riza?" Rebecca asked cockily, although she already knew the answer.

"Shut up,"Riza growled.

"But you know that I'm right!"

"I said shut up!"

"So basically our plan has fallen apart men…" Havoc stated as he looked around at the other three men around the small table. "That stupid Catalina woman…" The other three men flinched noticeably at the name, shooting each other anguished looks.

"So…what now Havoc?" Fuery asked.

"Well we all know the Lieutenant and the Colonel have something there, I mean everyone knows that," Havoc said confidently.

"Right," Breda muttered thoughtfully as he raised his nearly empty glass to his lips and drained the last of the bitter liquid.

"Why must we insist on interfering?" Falman asked lazily.

"Because it's fun!" Havoc whined, a smirk flitting across his lips.

"But it's not...ya know...natural..." Fuery pointed out shakily.

"Shut up Fuery," Breda butted in. "The Colonel and Hawkeye just need a little...push ya know,"

"Correct ginger," Havoc shouted loudly, raising his hand into the air and bringing it down heavily. He had clearly had too much to drink.

"Oh dear lord," Falman mumbled, resting his head on his palm. "Listen I have better things to do,"

"We're gonna play a little game tomorrow in the office," Havoc said darkly, a low chuckle passing through his lips.

"Not again," Fuery groaned and covered his head.

Havoc hummed merrily, shooting glances between the other subordinates. Riza had left the room with Rebecca and now it was only the men left.

"So Roy...." Havoc started.

"What is it Havoc?" Roy asked, leaning back in his chair lazily.

"Wanna play a game?" Havoc said cockily, the smirk growing wider by the minute.

"What game is it Havoc?" Roy asked wearily, raising an eyebrow. The hot summer heat was pouring through the open windows, filling the office.

"A little game I like to call...kiss or dare..." Havoc smirked and leant back in his chair as the door clicked open to reveal Riza and Rebecca. Oh dear this will be good... Havoc thought as he watched Roy's eyes stray to the blonde woman.

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