There was a slight shuffle in the driveway when Roy realized that the door was locked and he had no free hands with which to fish the keys out of his pocket. He felt uncharacteristically awkward, asking Riza to do it for him, but she complied, sliding her fingers nonchalantly into his pants and extracting the key without protest or incident. The door swung open with a light creak and Roy strode deftly across the cluttered room. He pushed some magazines and a few crumpled food wrappers off the cushions of the couch and settled Havoc onto to the newly cleared furniture.

"Hawkeye," he turned to her, "get his jacket off and check his vitals again, I'm going to go call for backup."

She nodded and he left the room. It took him a minute to look up the number (he rarely called work from home, though, they called him a lot) and informed them of the situation, where to go, and what could be expected when they arrived on the scene.

Having done that, he returned to the living room and joined Hawkeye. She glanced up at him and turned back to Havoc. "Everything's normal, Sir," as normal as it can be, in this situation… "we just have to wait for him to wake up."

Roy nodded, ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the room. It was a mess. Roy never had company (they always insisted on inviting him to their place, and Roy never complained) and he was, essentially, a bachelor. And, as typical of most bachelors, he was a slob. He made a note to clean up a bit later. For now, however, he simply ignored the clutter and turned back to Riza. "Do you want some coffee?"

Riza nodded, stood, and followed her commanding officer to the kitchen. This room was slightly cleaner than the living room, but there was still a sink full of unwashed dishes and the floor hadn't been swept in ages. He offered Riza a chair at the table and set about making the coffee. When he'd wrestled the filter into submission and the liquid was happily percolating on the sideboard, he sat down to wait with her.

The conversation was awkward, to say the least, neither of them quite sure of what to say. They were both accustomed to interacting on a strictly processional basis, and in the situation they were in, small talk seemed rather inappropriate.

"How's your ankle?" he asked at last, shifting in his seat a bit. On the sideboard, the coffee pot ceased its gurgling and Roy stood, moving to pour two cups. He brought them over to the table and then went to fetch the milk and sugar. Riza took only a bit of milk with hers while Roy tilted several spoonfuls of sugar into his cup and topped it off with a splash of milk. He liked his coffee sweet.

"It's fine." She replied, sipping at the drink he'd provided for her. She paused a moment, extending her leg and flexing her ankle experimentally. Roy watched her face carefully, but only managed to catch the briefest of winces when she pointed her toes. "I'll be fine."

"You should have that checked out." Roy said, smirking over his cup. He wasn't buying her act, and knew it had to hurt quite a bit for her to show anything on her face. His lips twitched as she sniffed and pointed her nose, just a bit, and he could tell that she was miffed about having been called on her lie.

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, there came a sudden crash from the other room and both occupants of the kitchen started. Roy was on his feet two seconds later and Riza was right behind them. Their coffee sat abandoned on the table and the two rushed down the hall and into the other room.

At first, Roy doesn't see anything. The living room is completely empty and exactly as it was before they went to the kitchen, but then Roy realizes… I the living room is completely empty /I . He stared at the couch, as if he is unwilling to believe that Havoc is no long there.

Riza nudged him in the side and points off to the right. Roy knew that he'd left the coat closet too ajar when he'd hunt up his jacket earlier, but he was damn positive that he hadn't left it gaping wide open. He frowned and stepped forward, only to have a monster explode from the depths, bowling him over and pinning him to the ground.

"GRAHH!" Roy flailed helplessly beneath the weight, but whatever it was, the thing was lying directly on top of him and, incidentally, covering his face; so the Colonel could see nothing. All he knew was that whatever was attacking him didn't seem to be doing a very good job of causing harm. All it seemed to be doing was wiggling around a lot.

And then, Roy felt the first swipe of a wet pink tongue dragging across his cheek.