Geez, I'm so sorry about this guys. I really really am. It took me so long to get this up. It's just that, I've been on and off with this story. I was thinking about leaving it as a one shot, but then decided not to becasue I have this whole story planned out and I have alot of greatideas for it. So I didn't just want to let it sit. So anyway, let's just get on with this, hm?

The next day at the office was as if the previous night hadn't even happened at all. Mustang was back to sleeping on the job and Hawkeye was back to knocking all the sense back into him. Compared to the day before, today was just plain boring. Even when Mustang got a call from Central headquarters requesting him and Hawkeye's presence did the day look any brighter.

"What, why the hell can't the idiots down there handle it! Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to travel all the way down there?" Roy yelled into the phone, causing the raven haired man on the other line to wince.

"I know, Roy, but the Fuhur requested you be here, you can't refuse," There was a moment of silence.

"Fine, we'll be there as soon as we can," and with that the phone was slammed back down on its receiver.

Over in Central, Mae's looked at the phone.

"Well geez, he's in a good mood today," Hughes muttered to himself.

"Is he coming?" A familiar voice muttered from behind him.

"You know it, Pride," Mae's sneered as he morphed back into Envy.

Back at Eastern headquarters.

"Sir?" Hawkeye questioned from her desk.

"Pack your bags Lieutenant, we're going to Central," Roy ordered as she stood.

"I want you to meet me at the train station in an hour. Until then you're free to do whatever you want," Mustang waved a hand to dismiss her and made his way out the door to go home and pack, and maybe get a drink or two in as well.

"Yes Sir!" Riza complied with a sharp salute, and she too, was on her way out.

At the train station, Hawkeye and Mustang stood with their tickets in hand. Their train was expected to arrive at 12:00 noon, giving them only about 5 more minutes of impatient waiting.

"Sir," Hawkeye started cautiously. "What do they need us all the way over on Central for?"

"He wasn't very specific," He answered without looking at her. "Something he muttered about Lab 5 and mysterious attacks. Probably another one of Fury's ghost stories, but, seeing how the Fuhur's involved now, we don't have the luxury of saying 'no,"

"I see," Something seemed to be off about all of this, although she couldn't place a finger on it this early in the game.

The train arrived late, go figure, and that unnerved Roy more than he already was. Fortunately, there were a lot of seats, meaning plenty of room for some serious down time. They found their own car, and Hawkeye sat across from her superior. After about 5 minutes he scoffed and looked out the window. It was sunny, the light reflecting off the window, causing a glare to form.

"Damn sun," Mustang cursed as the light caught his eyes when the train started moving.

Hawkeye sighed, this just wasn't his day. Now yesterday…She stopped her thoughts short.

'It was just a friendly kiss,' She would constantly try to convince herself.

But the more she tried, the less it worked. They're just friends, or are they? She looked over at him, he moved himself so he could lean against the window and try to get some shut eye. She pulled her gun out for about the fifth time that day; four of those times to threaten the Colonel, and took it apart to clean. She sets the parts next to her on the empty seat. Mustang had successfully fallen asleep while she continued to handle the metal object with care. Once she finished she put it back together piece by piece and clicked the safety on at the end, then slid it back into its holster.

She was still often baffled by the silence between them, even now, after a night like last night, it was still there. They understood each other best, and yet, always the silence. It wasn't awkward, it was just…there. She out the window and allowed her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. They then widened at the sight they beheld. They were going by a city. The city, however, wasn't exactly a city anymore. She kicked Roy in the Shinn to wake him.

"Mustang, look,"

"What, where?" He opened his eyes and shielded them with a hand from the offensive light.

Once his eyes adjusted, he followed Hawkeye's gaze. It was now his turn to be shocked.

"What the hell happened out there?"

The town was burnt partially down; smoke still floating up to the skies. It looked like something blew, and took the whole damned city with it.

Yes, it's short, somewhat pitiful, and has hardly any hardcore Roy x Riza like chapter one. But, it's better than nothing, and it just worked out for what I have planned. This story will be continued, and I'll have chapter 3 up very soon, I promise. I hope I didn't lose too many of you, and I'm very sorry for being so unreliable updating wise.