Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own it.

A/N: Okay, this chapter is short too, and nothing much really happens, but I promise some interesting things are coming! Also,I'm afraid I was a little vague with my 'guess where Spitfire's name came from'. Allow me to clarify. Her first name and alchemist name have no real theme. However, her last name, Spitfire, does have an underlying theme. As does Mustang. Here's a hint: Only real Fullmetal Alchemist freaks, or history buffs would know it. Good luck .

Riza was aware that she was becoming rather annoyed with Colonel Spitfire, but she kept her feelings to herself. Over the weeks, Spitfire had proven that she was a decent colonel. She was always on time, was always prepared, and showed the proper respect to her superiors and subordinates. Of course that all changed around Colonel Mustang. When they were together, both acted like young adults who had just gone on their first date.

It was annoying. But Riza said nothing. Roy hadn't been this happy in a long time. Every morning, he had a little smile on his face, and it was not the usual smirk of "I'm going to take over this military someday", but a genuine smile. Riza was surprised to find that it hurt that she had not been the cause of the smile.

Riza went into Colonel Mustang's office just as he arrived, as she always did. She came to the office an hour ahead of him, and by the time he entered his office, she had already organized most of the paperwork for him.

"Good morning sir," Riza greeted when he walked in. Mustang muttered some sort of greeting to her, and sat down in his chair. He motioned for her to state her piece.

"This came in from General Airacobra," She began, placing the envelope on his desk. Mustang picked it up and nodded.

"I've been expecting this for a while," He remarked in a pleased tone. "But it means I might have to stay late..."

Riza waited a moment then continued with her briefing. She was nearly half way finished with it, when she heard the door open behind her. Riza, as she always did, simply continued talking. They would have to wait; Mustang never let anything interrupt his morning update. Sometimes it was the only thing that she could count on him to do faithfully.

"Hey miss!" Mustang called. Riza stopped talking. She knew he was talking to the person who had just entered behind her, and felt her heart sink. He only addressed one person in that tone of voice.

"Yes?" asked Spitfire innocently.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Mustang asked.

Spitfire giggled. "No."

"Want one?"

Riza simply crossed her arms. She had gotten used to the mock flirting that Sptifire and Mustang engaged in so playfully, using more pick-up lines than she had ever heard in her life, not that that was many. She waited for Spitfire to say something like, 'I don't need one,' or 'You'd be too much for me'. Their pick-up lines were never successful.

"Why, yes I do," Spitfire replied. "In fact, I came here with the intention of telling you about this marvelous restaurant that a friend of mine works at. It's a nice fancy one, with romantic candle light dinners. My friend said she could give us a discount, if you want to come with me?"

Riza fought the urge to keep her jaw from dropping. Didn't Spitfire know what she could get herself into? True, it wasn't officially forbidden for two officers who were of equal rank to have a relationship, but it certainly wasn't good for one's reputation. And Spitfire had the nerve to ask him in front of her!

"That sounds wonderful," Mustang said, to Riza's horror. "Tonight or tomorrow?"

"Tonight. If you can get out early..." Spitfire twisted a piece of her auburn hair in her fingers.

"Of course," Mustang assured, "What about eight—"

"Sir," Riza interrupted, "I thought you were going to stay late tonight."

Mustang looked at her in surprise. "Oh. Hawkeye. You're still here?"

"Yes, sir," Riza said through her teeth. "I haven't yet finished my—"

"That's alright," Mustang waved her off. "I've heard enough for today. I'm sure you've got a lot more to do than hang around my office all day."

Riza couldn't say anything for a moment; she was too angry. Finally, she managed to salute stiffly, murmur a 'yes sir', and walked out to leave Spitfire and Mustang alone. Together.

She stormed to her office and slammed the door behind her. He had forgotten she was there? How could he forget that she was there! Riza was usually able to tolerate the fact that Mustang often forgot her contribution to much of his achievements; she was able to handle it, because she knew that he needed to look as good as possible to achieve his goals.

But he had forgotten she was there. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. Riza sighed to calm herself down. She had to admit it—she was jealous. It was official. Spitfire seemed to be everything that Riza was not—she was gorgeous, and it showed even through the drab attire of the military. She was ambitious; no one was a colonel at twenty-seven if they were not ambitious. She was an alchemist. Riza had never particularly wanted to be an alchemist, except for a brief childhood phase that soon passed.

Riza sat down heavily in her chair and slouched in a rather un-disciplined manner. There was no reason to be jealous. The only thing that Spitfire had taken away from her was Mustang's attention, which she had never wanted except for professional matters. So what was driving her so insane? Was it maybe that...she did want Mustang's attention for something other than professional matters?

She purged that thought quickly. Riza could not want him like that. It was forbidden for officers of different rank to have relationships, and the gap between first lieutenant and colonel was wide. Riza did not deny herself the fact that Mustang was entirely too attractive. She had figured that out the moment she met him. But she had long learned to ignore her physical wants—or so she had thought. Spitfire was forcing her to confront a plethora of emotions she didn't want to deal with. Riza forced herself to start working. She could never have him, so there was no reason to drive herself insane with envy of Spitfire. She should simply be happy that Mustang was happy, and forget that she felt anything towards him. That was what she should do.