AN: Hi I love your writing! Can you do a royai one shot where they're both married while still in the military (not a secret) and Riza is pregnant but gets kidnapped and Roy has to save her? – TrueGreek on ffnet
"Sir?" Havoc eyed his superior carefully to gauge his reaction. Roy was watching him do it out the corner of his eye. His eye twitched. Havoc had broken through the fury in his mind, letting it loose and letting it show on the outside. Roy nodded, giving him permission to speak. "Sir, we've got the all clear. On your signal," Havoc murmured.
There was no "boss" or "chief" today. Only "sir". Only business. Each one of his men had a stake in this case, Roy with the biggest one of all. Efficiency had been through the roof. They'd tracked down their target within twenty-four hours – a new record. Riza would be proud of them –
"Do it," Roy barked.
On cue and without hesitation, Breda and Havoc stormed the building first, weapons raised. Six Military Police Officers followed them, storming the warehouse to try and find their target. Roy hung back like he'd promised Havoc – probably because the blonde was worried Roy would go in there and barbeque everyone. He was so tempted to… But someone, long ago, had told him not to go down that path. He'd entrusted that person with the right to shoot to kill him if he was ever blinded by hatred and revenge. She…
She was in that building right now, her fate unknown.
Unable to wait any longer, Roy pressed forward with gritted teeth. His wife was in there with his unborn child. He'd given Havoc a minute, like he'd promised. He couldn't sit back and wait any longer. Black overcoat billowing out in the breeze, Roy didn't hold back his fury as he threw open the door to the warehouse.
There were shouts and gunfire in the main room. Head whipping to the right, he snapped and sent a blast of flame heading straight for a man that tried to catch him off guard. Another snap sent the one to his left cowering in fear.
"Sir!" Breda shouted. Glancing up, Roy spotted him on a catwalk, heading towards an office. There was a set of stairs to his left, and Roy made a beeline, his walk purposeful, knocking back anyone who dared get into his path.
By the time he'd arrived, Riza and Breda already had control of the situation. They had their guns levelled at who Roy supposed was the leader. He was on his knees, hands behind his back, looking positively terrified. The culprits face paled even further when Roy's furious gaze settled on him.
"Name," Roy barked.
"Evans, sir," Riza answered for him. Roy's gaze flicked over to her, taking stock of her state of being. She looked relatively unharmed but pissed. "John Evans. Tried to use me as a bargaining chip for the military."
Roy turned his gaze back to Evans. "You kidnapped one of my officers."
"So?" he sneered, the panic leaving him. He'd hit a bold streak, and that sparked up irritation inside Roy. "You're all useless dogs," he growled, spitting on the ground. "What does it matter if one goes missing?"
Roy walked slowly up to the man. He had to, otherwise he'd snap and burn his tongue out of his mouth to get him to shut up. "You kidnapped one of the most prolific officers in the military. She's my Captain." Roy stooped low, becoming eye level with the man, who lost his confident sneer. "Not only that, she's my wife." Evan's face paled even further. "So, it does matter to me that she went missing." Straightening, he jerked his head, signalling to Breda to move him out. Grasping him roughly, the ginger man left with their culprit.
Once out of sight, Roy whirled around to face Riza. She looked tired. There were a few scratches on her arms, but there didn't seem to be anything major. Closing the distance, Roy wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders. Riza's hands gripped him back, and it was a comfort to him.
"Are you all right?" Roy murmured quietly.
"I'm fine," Riza reassured him. "Just a couple of scratches."
"Promise?" he asked. Pulling away, Roy looked into her eyes, scrutinising her gaze. She was notorious for holding things back about her wellbeing from him.
Riza smiled at him, running her hands through his hair fondly. "I'm fine. Truly."
"I want you to go to the hospital," Roy ventured, half expecting her to put up a fight.
"I want to as well. Just to check on the little one."
Roy's stomach tightened. "Is that because something is wrong?" he asked worriedly.
Shaking her head, Riza smiled at him. She pecked his cheek, and Roy found himself wanting her lips to return to his skin. "No. I felt him kicking quite vigorously throughout it. I think he could sense the anger and the stress. I just want to make sure he's okay."
Roy bundled her back up in his arms. "Good," he mumbled, letting out a sigh. "Good."
"They might keep me in overnight to do tests, but honestly," she stressed with a small smile, pulling back. "I'm fine. We're fine, Roy. I wasn't knocked unconscious." She snorted. "They tried to, but I didn't give them the chance. The first man I flattened in two moves, then another tried. After that, I think they got the message."
Roy felt a smile spread across his face. "That sounds about right."
"They couldn't have hurt me when they tried. I was a bargaining chip, that's all. They couldn't have a dead chip, or they'd be up shit creek without a paddle."
A light snort left him in amusement. His head dipped and he pressed his lips against hers, hard. He could have lost her. No, not only her, but his unborn child as well. Today could have been it. There was no way of knowing what he'd walk in on when he entered this office. It caused reality to come crashing back down on him, and he vowed to put through the papers for her to go on maternity leave. It wasn't safe for her now, and Riza would probably hate him for it, but there wasn't just her to think about now, there was the little one too. They had to protect him.
Riza's hands rose up to tangle in his hair. Her hands snaked lower and caressed his cheeks during the kiss, making his love for her burst forth. She knew every way to calm him down and stop his mind from going off on its own, worrying about anything and everything in their lives.
"I'll take that request for maternity leave now, sir," she whispered. Roy blinked at her, certainly not expecting that. "I have someone else to look out for now. You have your alchemy and a good team behind you. He has nothing."
"No," Roy murmured, rubbing his nose against hers, making her giggle. Her. Riza Mustang. Giggle. He smirked at the sound, proud he'd been the one to bring it out of her. "He has you, the best and most badass mother in the world." He grinned as she laughed properly, her cheeks turning slightly pink at the compliment.
"Just so you know," she murmured as they walked hand in hand out of the warehouse while the Military Police swept the area. "If I hadn't been kidnapped, I would be right by your side, probably until I went into labour. You know that, right?"
Roy smirked, nodding. "I know," he replied, lifting their joined hands to kiss the back of hers. "Don't worry, you wouldn't have let me forget it," he smirked at the playful look in her eyes.