Ok..chappy 4..where you FINALLLYYYYYY find out what happened...I love making you guys wait...x)

And yes...this whole chapter in Italics...why? Because it's a memory..rolls eyes

Chapter 4

"I think I'm going to go home, it's getting late," Hawkeye yawned as she picked herself up.

"1st lieutenant, do you mind if you stay a little longer? I might've found something, that will help," Mustang asked politely. All day he'd been searching for the answer to Hughes's death.

"You've been working too long. Don't you think you should take a break from it all?"

"No, I can't! I'm closer than ever now. I can't give up," Roy said angrily.

"I'm not saying to give up, I'm just saying to take a break, you really need one," Hawkeye said closing her eyes and sat back down on the chair. "I'll stay,"

"Well get back up, we're not staying here!" Roy stood up, grabbed his jacket, and pulled it over himself. "We're going..."

"Back to the phone booth, correct?" Hawkeye said interrupting him.

"That's right! You're a sharp one, Hawkeye!" Mustang said rolling his eyes. Hawkeye rolled her eyes as well.

'How can he wear a jacket at this kind of time?' Hawkeye thought as she walked toward the door, following him.

They both walked outside into the warm, dark, moonlit grounds. Hawkeye yawned as she wished she could just go home and sleep. She walked toward the drivers seat in the car when Roy placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You're not driving unless you plan on killing us," Mustang said as he ushered her to the passenger seat.

"Well I don't...It's just that...I never really see you drive or anything," Hawkeye said truthfully. She really never has seen the colonel drive. Actually the fact was, she never let him drive. Most of the time he was angry and she thought he might just kill them. 'Well I'll be the one killing us both, now.' she thought as she walked around the car and sat into the car.

They drove even though it wasn't all that far. But Mustang himself felt lazy and didn't want to walk. They finally arrived there and they both walked out into the night. The light above the phone booth was lit and shining directly on it. Mustang walked toward it and Hawkeye followed. Roy seemed to be looking for something.

"Hmmm,"

"What are you loo.." Hawkeye was cut off from a loud noise that seemed to be coming from the alleyway on the side of the street. It sounded like garbage cans falling down.

"You stay here. Look for anything," Mustang walked into the dark alleyway and left Hawkeye by the booth. Hawkeye did what she was told and looked around. It was a small booth, but by the way Roy sounded it was as though there was a big clue in it. She looked down.

"A piece of paper?" she looked at it curiously. Surely someone would've found it...But Roy isn't smart enough to go looking under his own feet. She sighed and bent down to pick it up. Her eyes widened as she read it. "No way," she whispered under her own breath. "Colonel!" she shouted as loudly as she could, trying to call the colonel over. Not even taking her eyes off the bit of paper she was reading and rereading...making sure not to have misread it. Roy heard Riza's voice and started running out. Her voice sounded urgent. Too urgent, it didn't sound good. 'Did she find something?' Roy thought as he ran. "Stupid alleyway," It was long..too long. And there wasn't even anything in there. All he found was a cat lurking around. The cat did look odd. It gave him a strange look.

Hawkeye could now hear the running of her colonel. She turned around to be faced with him, gun pointed to her head. But the footsteps, they could still be heard. This wasn't the colonel. It couldn't be.

"It's sad that 2 people have to die here," the 'colonel' said.

"Who are you?" Hawkeye questioned him. Stalling would help dramatically. The footsteps were getting louder and louder. 'Please hurry, colonel'

Mustang ran out of the alleyway and saw himself holding a gun to Hawkeye's head. Without hesitating Mustang ran and tried to push Hawkeye out of the way. His mind was racing through one word. One thought. One thing. 'No'

The gun wielder hesitated, looking at Mustang. Then gave an evil grin and pulled the trigger while he was so close to Hawkeye. So close the bullet grazed his finger but went past and hit Hawkeye straight forward. It was as though it was going through Mustang's head in slow motion. She fell backward into the booth and dropped down. Mustang fell down with his eyes wide open.

"Well that's too bad, Wish I could kill ya too..but I'm, not allowed," It said.

"You..."

The killer kicked Mustang in the stomach and whacked his head. Roy fell unconscious on the ground next to his partner's lifeless body.

"That should keep you asleep for a good long while," The killer slowly closed their eyes and in a small flash of light its form changed to a dark green haired man. His hair was pointed and fell in every direction. His clothing was black and tattered.

"This is getting tiresome, I wish I could do something else besides assignments," He sighed.

"Well I'm sure you'll get the fun you want some time soon, Envy," A woman with long black hair emerged from the shadows and walked up slowly to the booth.

"This booth, is getting more popular than it should. Two military murders and a unconscious colonel," the woman said sighing.

"She found the piece of paper I dropped earlier," Envy said scratching his head.

"You have to be more careful. More mistakes like these and we might not have to fix them,"

"You can't act as though you've never made any mistakes, Lust!"

"I haven't. Now let's go before someone comes. Someone must've heard the racket you were making," Lust said walking away. Envy glared angrily at her and soon followed.

pffft...short chappy...but what do you expect? Murders don't take 5 pages to complete.. .