Hi! I posted Chapter 6 without realizing that I didn't thank my reviewers! Yeah, I felt kinda bad after that, so I'm posting this one to make up for it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! And to Ohohen, sorry, I think I explained this the last time I posted this fic, but in case you missed my ranting at the start of the first three chapters, I accidentally deleted it awhile, and didn't really explain what the fic was about. So. Ahem. None of these stories have any continuity whatsoever. Some of them might make sense if you put them together, but they're not necessarily supposed to. I guess it would be really easy to get confused. Yeah, so they're basically just a bunch of unrelated one-shots bunched together. Ok? Ok.

This one takes place in (I think…sorry if I'm wrong!) episode 27 (?) when Roy plays chess with Riza's grandpa and then asks him if he can take some of his subordinates with him, and then it shows him phoning Havoc, Fury, and Riza, but it doesn't actually say what he says. I'll leave it at that. Enjoy! (If it's the wrong eppy, sorry…I know it's somewhere around there).

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA, I wouldn't be sitting here in my pajamas, Roy's voice actor and I would be sitting in a hot tub. And we're not. So I own nothing.

Riza Hawkeye was at the shooting range putting lead holes in her target when the phone rang. She glared at it.

"How dare someone interrupt my target practice!" she fumed. "Someone else had better pick it up!"

The phone rang again. Gingerly, she looked right, then left. She was the only one crazy enough to be putting bullets in targets at five o'clock in the afternoon. It rang again. Sighing, she put down her gun and picked up the phone.

"Hey, beautiful," drawled a distinctly masculine voice from the other end. "How'd you like to follow me to the ends of the earth?" Growling, Riza picked up her gun again and snarled out,

"Havoc, if I've told you once I've told you a million times- I'm not going to go out with you no matter how many times you-"

"Havoc asked you out?" asked the voice in shock. Riza faltered.

"This is Mustang," the voice explained, and Riza felt herself blush from the roots of her hair to the soles of her shoes. Trust her to make a fool of herself in front of the only man she had feelings for. Dammit anyways.

"Colonel?" she asked uncertainly.

"I can't believe that bastard asked you out," fumed Roy. "You're off limits- we shook hands on it."

"What?" Riza demanded, fingering her beloved gun. Roy gulped.

"Um, well, what I meant to say was that-"

"Sir, you phoned me at a shooting range," she reminded him. "I'm holding a gun."

"Right," agreed Roy, sounding relieved.

"I guess I should've thought of that before I teased you like that."

"That might've been a good idea," agreed Riza, allowing herself a smile. "Now what'd you want?"

"Remember when I told you I was going to the top and I asked if you'd come with me?"

"Yes," agreed Riza, a smile stealing over her features again. "I told you that you already knew the answer to that."

"And so I was just wondering if you'd like to make it official," drawled Roy, and she could just see the self-righteous smirk that was one his face. She rolled her eyes.

"I don't know, Sir," she teased. "I didn't actually say I was going to follow you, now did I?" Roy gulped.

"What?" he asked, feeling lost and helpless all of a sudden. "But you said that-"

"I'm joking, Colonel," she told him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good," he told her, "because I'm having a meeting of all the subordinates who are coming back to Central with me. I'd hate if you missed it." Riza grinned and stuck the gun in her holster.

"I'll be right there," she promised.

"Oh, and Colonel Mustang?" she asked, her grin widening.

"Yes?" he drawled.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" she teased. He chuckled.

"Be here in five minutes and I'll have an answer for you," he laughed.

"That is, if you get here before Havoc does. I wouldn't wanna break our truce." Riza giggled and hung up the phone, already shrugging on her coat.

Hope you enjoyed…really short, wasn't it? For me, at least. Oh, well. Bye. Brooke