A/N: This is chappie nine! Please enjoy…it's a little short, but more of the action comes in the next chappie...I am foreshadowing here! Enjoy! Thanks for the reviews.

Chapter Nine: He Will Pay

Kaiya stood by the filing cabinet reading a file that the Colonel had just finished signing and writing the report on. She noticed a small spelling error and was turning to tell him when she found him not there.

"Sir?" She frowned and placed the file back on his desk only to return to her filing. The telephone rang about ten minutes later making her jump from her reverie. "Hello?" She asked when picking it up. The conversation felt much like it was one sided. "I promise to tell him. Anything else for you First Lieutenant?" "I see. Yes Lieutenant I'll tell him. Bye." She hung up the phone and continued pillaging the reports. Hours passed for her. She frowned. The Colonel had not shown up yet today. She finished going through the stack of files at 'A' and piled about twenty out of thirty on his desk for him to correct. These had not yet been processed. She grabbed her belongings and walked out of the office. If the Colonel wasn't there she wasn't going to be either.

The next day Lieutenant Kaiya decided it was time to investigate poor Riza's plight. Riza was her friend and she wasn't about to let her get hurt. Even though she probably already had. Kaiya clenched her fists in frustration. Outside the headquarters Kaiya waited to see if Hawkeye was going in. There she was and right on time. Kaiya ran up the walk behind her careful to keep hidden. Kaiya kept her eye on the lieutenant throughout the day and found out more than she bargained for.

Kaiya ran from the building in a rage. He hit her! That bastard hit the lieutenant and she couldn't even defend herself! Now I know why she sounded so out of it the day she called. This was not good. She sped off in her Jeep back to her own headquarters.

Colonel Mustang sat at his desk contemplating the folders before him. He'd read the note that Kaiya had left him. Colonel Sir, these have grammatical and spelling errors. Please fix. Kaiya. He sighed turning his chair around to face the wall of windows. A dark cloud was rolling over the sky and bringing with it the sign of rain. He just wished it would rain. There had been no sign of life from his First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. What was he going to do? Behind him his office door banged against the wall. He turned around with his gun drawn ready to kill whoever it was when he saw it was only Kaiya soaked to the bone from the rain that now pelted the ground outside.

"Call her!" She cried breathlessly. Mustang looked at her quizzically then snapped when he understood. He dove for the phone and dialed where she worked. Lieutenant General Grant answered.

"Put me through to Lieutenant Hawkeye."

She doesn't want to talk to you."

"What do you mean? She's never refused to talk to me."

"That's just it. You really don't know her now do you Colonel Sir?"

"Now wait just a minute…" He was cut off.

"She does not wish to speak to you Colonel Sir. Good day to you."

"Bastard." Mustang hissed throwing the receiver down in its cradle.

"Colonel Sir?"

"He won't let me talk to her Kaiya. Damn it what am I to do?"

"Go after her of course."

"Get yourself a towel and head down to the Furher's office with me. Don't forget to hurry!"

"Yes sir." She went to one of the staff bathrooms and towel dried her hair. There wasn't much she could do about her uniform unless she changed. She went to her locker and opened it to find shorts and a tank-top. They would have to do for now. Throwing on the civilian clothes she ran up to the big wooden double doors that sectioned the Furher's office from everyone else's.

"Transfer her back!" She heard Mustang yell. The Furher didn't respond. "Sir, there is an innocent life at stake!" Kaiya hung her head knowing the Colonel was going about it all wrong. She opened the doors and walked in as if she were the one who was Furher and not a Lieutenant.

"Sir!" She stood straight and saluted the Furher. He saluted her back.

"You are not dressed army regulation Lieutenant."

"That is not the important matter right now Sir!"

"What is?"

"First Lieutenant Hawkeye's pride sir and her womanhood." She answered looking him in the eye.

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Sir I want her to be transferred back to someone who will not rape her! I saw Grant hit her across the face and then punch her to make her submit to him." Mustang's fists were clenched at his sides.

"I have a meeting to attend in a few minutes. If you will just give me a few minutes I'll cancel it and you can explain things to me more, but for now you will sit here and behave."

"Yes sir." She sat in one of the plush armchairs with her long legs tucked under her. Mustang sat wearily in a chair. The Furher left.

"How come you had the ability to get him to listen?"

"I came right out to say it." Suddenly from nowhere he saw her pull out her shotgun.

"What's that for?" The Colonel sweat dropped.

"This is for him." She answered aiming at a picture on the Furher's desk. She didn't pull the trigger, but made as if she would. The Furher returned moments later.

"Whoa! Put that thing away."

"Sorry sir." Kaiya lay it down beside her feet. Bradley nodded and took his seat.

"Now, Lieutenant explain to me what you saw." She swallowed hard.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye looked like she had been drinking the night before, or maybe even for a few nights. I know there were a few bruises on her face and her legs bore pinch marks. He's making her wear a miniskirt. She looked much worn out and tired Sir."

"Go on." Bradley prompted. So Kaiya went on that she followed Hawkeye into Grant's office where he hit her hard across the face and then put his hand around her throat and squeezed, but not enough to kill her. When he did let her go she gasped for breath and he threw her into a chair where she coughed and sucked in air. He then tied her to the chair.

"That's all I saw. He punched her in the stomach when she struggled."

"I'm going to kill that bastard!" Mustang cried slamming his hands on the Furher's desk.

"Sit down Mustang." Mustang sat down with anger still boiling inside him. "I understand that you are angry, but we have to go into this level headed. I put my trust in Hawkeye that she'll be ok. I know she'll try to keep her head level. So you have to as well." Mustang thought about it for a moment. The Furher was right. Hawkeye would have kept her head level and she wouldn't have thought twice about drop kicking a man to keep him safe. He had to stay level headed or else Hawkeye could die.

"Yes, sir." Mustang clenched his fists enough to turn the knuckles white. He would kill the man and go to jail if he had to. He would pay.

He will pay. Mustang thought. He will pay. I will kill him and he will never again hurt Elizabeth 'Riza' Hawkeye.

Hey will pay.