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A/N: Yay! Here is another chapter! I'm writing this as fast as I can because I've got such great reviewers! I apologize that all of the chapters have been so short lately, but this one is a little longer, and I swear they will continue to get longer! So please enjoy!

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By noon, Riza had worked so hard that she had almost forgotten about the annoyances of the morning. Almost. There was still small sense of anger that nagged in the back of her mind. She did her best to ignore it, and focused entirely on her work.

She had decided that as long as Mustang was happy, she should be happy. No matter how hard that was for her in this particular situation. Riza glanced up from the paperwork and was surprised to see that it was past her lunch break. She had missed it. Oh well, she wasn't hungry anyway.

"Hawkeye," Mustang said, suddenly appearing in her doorway. Riza looked up in surprise.

"Sir?" She asked. Good. It looked like he was back to work, and as long as Spitfire wasn't in her line of sight, Riza did not rekindle her bitterness.

"I need you to go pick something up for me," Mustang handed her a slip of paper. "Here. Go to this address. I would do it myself, but I've got some things to catch up on."

"Of course," Riza saluted as Mustang left, rather hurriedly, she noted. Riza did not even look at the address until she had put on her overcoat—it was the beginning of spring, but winter still refused to die entirely.

The piece of paper was crumpled from being thrust from her hands to his, and when she unfolded it, she saw that Mustang's hand writing was quick; almost illegible. Still, she was able to interpret the seemingly random scribbles. Riza frowned. A flower shop? Then she realized that the piece of paper was a ticket to get the flowers—along with a few dollars.

Of course. For his date tonight with Spitfire. Riza forced down some choice words and nasty thoughts. She considered not going; it wasn't a military matter anyway. Why should she bother walking all that way for his personal life? Especially since it involved Spitfire.

"I need the exercise," Riza concluded to herself. That would be her reason for walking the several blocks to the flower shop. Exercise. It didn't matter that she had ran three miles instead of two that morning. She needed more exercise.

Riza's walk to the aforementioned flower shop was unremarkable. She spent most of it deep in thought, thinking, though she tried not to, about her feelings. It was not like her to be jealous. She usually went through her life without caring greatly about anyone else. Nothing was intensely important to her other than the few things she designated to be. She forsook all distractions so that she could devote all of herself to the things that were important to her.

Her conclusion was this: There were only three things in her life that really mattered to her—Mustang, herself, and Black Hayate. Anything else was insignificant. These were the three things that she got up for, fought for, worked for, would die for. She was not surprised that, when ordered in importance, the list stayed the same. Colonel Roy Mustang was the first. Riza asked herself why. Since she was interrogating herself like this, she might as well go all the way. Why was she so devoted to him? Riza could not think any words to answer the question.

And suddenly she was at the flower shop. Flower Fields it was called. What a stupid name. Riza casually entered, ignoring all of the stares she got for her uniform. She'd thought that they would be used to the uniform, considering their proximity to the military. The woman behind the counter was an elderly woman who smiled when she read the ticket that Riza gave to her.

"Aah, yes. A man ordered these over the phone this morning. He had a very handsome voice, I recall," The woman said, her wrinkled face becoming even more so from the broad grin across her face. "These wouldn't be for you dear, would they?"

"No, actually, they're not ma'am," Riza admitted bluntly. The woman's face sank a little bit. Apparently she had imagined some sort of cute romance between them.

"Oh. All right then. I'll go get them," The woman disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she was holding a large—it was almost ridiculously so—bouquet of day lilies. Riza took hold of them and sighed. Day lilies were Mustang's trademark flower; they symbolized flirtatiousness. Riza had always thought that was very fitting. A voice in the back of her mind also wondered how many other people understood what the flowers meant and that they were his favorites, unlike the roses he received in abundance.

Riza gave the woman the money Mustang had given her and left. On her way back, she was the object of a great many stares. She was sure she looked fairly odd with the bouquet.

Once more her mind pestered her, demanding to know why she bothered doing this for him.

"Exercise," Riza said firmly. "Exercise."

OOOOOOOOO

It had been a long day for her. A very long day. In fact, it seemed like it had been two or three days since she had dropped the day lilies off to a grinning Mustang, who thanked her with just a distracted "thanks."

Riza was almost giddy with relief when the clock finally read 7:30. Finally she could go home and get some sleep to vanquish the headache that was currently throbbing slightly above her left eye. Finally she could go home and enjoy Black Hayate's company. Finally she could go home and forget about Spitfire for a few hours.

She had not been startled in the least when Mustang had dropped off a load of work on her desk on his way out—at six to get ready for his big date. But it was very obnoxious of him to do that. Usually he only left an hour before his date. Not two. What on earth could he need two hours for? An image of him fussing in front of the mirror did not improve her mood.

Gratefully she pushed aside her work. She would get to that in the morning. Riza locked her office and was convinced that she was home free. Then she passed Mustang's dark office. Out of habit, she glanced in the window. She stopped. That was his bouquet sitting on his desk. Surely he hadn't forgotten it? Riza stood there for a moment in indecision. There was not a chance that he would have forgotten those flowers.

But they were still sitting there abandoned. Maybe, she thought hopefully, he decided Spitfire didn't deserve them. Of course that wasn't the case, and Riza felt a little guilty. Was she really that desperate to keep Mustang and Spitfire apart? Riza was increasingly aware that she was being like a selfish spoiled brat, and hated herself for it. But she hated herself even more, for more than just the jealousy. She wouldn't be jealous if, somewhere, in the depths of her mind, she wasn't a little bit in love with him.

Riza bit her lip. That, in all of her of her memory, was the first time she had actually thought that, in those clear words. She was...in love with him.

"But only a little!" She protested under her breath.

The day lilies were still in there. Riza stood undecided for a second longer, then took out the key to his office—Mustang had given it to her long ago, in case she had to do some of his last minute work. She stepped into his office, and neglected to turn on the light. The whole building did not need to be alerted of her presence in an office other than her own.

Riza glared at the day lilies and procrastinated for one second longer. She wondered if he would do this for her. He didn't deserve this after the way he had been ignoring her lately. And it wasn't like his date would be ruined without the day lilies. Mustang was the real attraction there. No, she decided, reflecting back on her previous question, he probably wouldn't do something like this for her. But enough thought. A decision needed to be made.

Riza reached down and grabbed the flowers roughly. She was too loyal.

OOOOOOO

"Shit," Roy muttered for the hundredth time that night. He had left early, gotten cleaned up and prepared for this date...and he forgot the flowers! Roy tapped his foot on the sidewalk outside the fancy restaurant. Spitfire was late. He took a moment to consider why she would be late. Maybe she couldn't decide which dress to wear—the short one or the shorter one. Roy hoped she chose the shorter one. She was sure to have great legs.

Of course that was just what he wanted to think—she could have been sidetracked by another man or something...Roy smiled at himself. It seemed that he was either disgustingly optimistic or heinously pessimistic tonight. He was in a good mood. It was nice to be worried about something as trivial as a date, instead of life-or-death matters. But suddenly this was a life-or-death matter .Where was she? And how could he have been stupid enough to forget the flowers!

He had been hoping to impress her with those day lilies. If he had not forgotten them. Damn. And he had spent good money on them too. Roy pulled his silver alchemist pocket watch out of his fancy trousers' pocket. It was 8:15. She was pushing the "fashionably late" aspect. He slipped the watch back in his pocket. There was no need to attract attention. As far as he knew, he was one of the only people in the military who actually used his alchemist watch as a watch. Most just considered them a part of their uniform and just as useful. Oh well. To him it was just an item to use. Nothing entirely special. Unlike those day lilies.

"Shit," Roy muttered again. It wasn't like him to forget something like that. But he didn't dare go back to get them from his office. He'd miss the fashionably late Spitfire.

"Sir!"

Roy felt relief flood through him. She had finally come! He whirled to face the voice, and then realized that it wasn't Spitfire's voice...

"Hawkeye! What are you doing here!" He asked angrily. The absolute last thing he needed was for Spitfire to see him with her.

Riza flinched from his tone, but thrust the flowers in front of her, "You forgot these, sir."

Roy snatched the flowers from her quickly, relief momentarily crossing his face. He took a quick look around.

"Damn, there she is! Go away!" He commanded harshly, waving her off. Riza felt the anger rise in her. She had gone out of her way for this? No gratitude, just an order to get lost? She spun on her heel in a quick about-face and walked stiffly, but quickly away. Just as she turned the corner, she heard Spitfire's squeal of delight.

"Oh Roy! These are so beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you. That nice, long dress suits you perfectly, Rain."

Riza clenched her fists. They were on a first-name basis now? Absolutely wonderful. She walked even faster, trying to tire the anger out of her.

OOOOOOO

Black Hayate greeted her eagerly when she reached her apartment, but Riza simply told him to shut up. The very well-disciplined dog obeyed, but only left her completely alone after he had been fed. Riza fell onto her bed and welcomed the darkness. Her headache had tripled its attack on her. She tried to fall asleep without thinking, but it was futile. All she could think of was Spitfire, and her delightful "Oh Roy! These are so beautiful!" Mustang wouldn't have had those flowers if it hadn't been for her.

She shouldn't have bothered taking them to him. Riza turned over restlessly in her bed. Sleep refused to come to her.

It was a long night, to accompany a long day.

OOOOOO

A/N: Nope. No one's gotten her namesake yet. But that's okay. I'll reveal it to you at the end. This fic should have at least another five thousand words. (Now watch it be shorter, just to spite me.)

Oh yea. Poor Roy. Spitfire wore a long dress. Ha ha. I'm so evil. Please review, and there will be more evilness.