Okay, for one, this is my first FMA story. I had a couple friends like it so I decided to put it here. enjoy
Disclaimer: I don NOT own FMA...blast...

Jealousy
Chapter One

Riza Hawkeye, only female personnel under Roy Mustang and best sharpshooter in the military (or so people said), had just arrived in her office Friday night. She had been "asked" by Roy to retrieve a few certain envelopes from his desk. Surprisingly enough he had trusted her to go find something in that thing he called a desk, but he hadn't had much of a choice either.

---Flashback---Earlier that evening---

Riza set her glass of water on the table in front of her as she heard a knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" She called, not knowing who was at the door. To her surprise when she opened the door she saw her superior standing in front of her and she immediately saluted. Roy barely managed to bring his hand up before he collapsed practically onto Riza.

"Oh my god! Colonel!" She caught him as best she could and took him to her couch. "Sir…er…Roy?" She corrected herself, remembering he didn't like being called "sir" after-hours. He didn't answer, but his face tightened as if he were in pain. She moved her hand to feel his forehead, but got about two inches from and felt the heat of a fever. "You're burning up! ((No pun intended)) Here I'll get you a wet washcloth." She quickly ran to the kitchen and returned, putting the washcloth on his head in an attempt to cool him down. "Roy?"

He opened his eyes slightly and looked towards Riza through blurred vision. "unh…?"

"Why are you out here? Especially in this condition?" She asked him softly.

"I was…going to…the office…" he responded through what sounded like painful breaths.

"For what?"

"You…you can't…"

"Roy, why were you going? Let me go for you!" Riza pleaded.

"I was…going to…get some…envelopes…I left there…." He took a few more breaths. "But…I need to go…" He attempted to sit up on the couch but Hawkeye gently pushed him back down.

"You're staying here. I'll go."

---End Flashback---

So, here she was, rummaging through Roy Mustang's crap in the drawers of his desk and on top of his desk and under the lamp, so on and so forth…looking for a few dumb envelopes that weren't really dumb because they were important to her love so they were important to her. As she opened one of the drawers she noticed a heart-shaped note folded inside out in it..

"I know you probably wouldn't give me the time of day, but I was wondering if you would be…my Valentine…"

Not even giving it a second thought she slammed the drawer closed. Now, she knew it would be illegal for him to have a relationship within the military, but she couldn't help but get jealous. She decided right then and there, she needed to make him feel the same way…

When she arrived back at her apartment after hours of trying to find those damn envelopes she found Roy asleep on her couch in the exact position she had left him. She set the envelopes down next to the now empty glass, which she supposed Roy had drunk and picked the glass up to take it to the kitchen before going to bed.

As she walked through the living room once more on her way to her bedroom she heard Roy say something. "What?" she asked suspiciously, thinking he was asleep. She turned around and heard a soft, "Thank You." And then silence.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it, I know i was short, but...what can you do? I'll be sure to post the second chapter soon (as soon as I get it typed >. )