Okay well to prevent repetition, and since I just can't write that much, the story will now skip ahead to Thursday, previous chapters were meant to be on Monday. I will try to make future chapter longer, those two were written nights I had finals the next day...so that kinda hurt my writing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist (nor Midol)

Roy looked up to notice the wary looks on the faces of Fuery and Havoc as he made his way to the office he shared with his First Lieutenant. Being close to an hour late Hawkeye would surely have his head, especially since she seemed to be on edge this week. Had he not been fearing for his life, he would have set a bottle of Midol on her desk, figuring it could be the only reasonable explanation for her behavior. What did she have to be grouchy about, she was going on a date tomorrow.

He groaned slightly as he attempted to knock the thought out of his head. All week the thought of her date had been plaguing him. He was not jealous...well maybe a little jealous, but mostly confused. Hawkeye never seemed like the type to date. She was always there to push him along, even if it was at gunpoint.

Shaking his head slightly, he turned the knob and, bracing himself for an outburst, walked into the office. Eyes closed, he paused for a moment at the door, but after a moment of silence he opened them and walked over to his desk and sat down slowly, waiting for flying bullets. When he was met with more silence, he finally turned to look at his quiet subordinate. Her head was down, hair falling gracefully to cover her eyes. She had a pen in her hand but it appeared frozen in place. Roy straightened in his chair, ready to walk over to her, but changed his mind. He leaned slightly on his desk as he looked over at her. "Hawkeye."

Riza heard someone calling her name but they sounded far away. After a moment she blinked her eyes, bringing her mind back into focus. She heard her name being called again and looked up, turning her head until she was facing Mustang's desk. Seeing the Colonel sitting there she blinked again quickly. When did he get here? Shaking her head inwardly she quickly composed herself and nodded in Mustang's direction. She looked back down, but this time focusing on her work. "Good Morning Sir. The start of your paperwork is on your desk. Please try to stay on task today."

Roy looked over at Hawkeye a bit confused. That was it? No bullets or threats? It seemed as though she didn't even realize he was late. After a moment he looked down at his paperwork, trying to get a grip on the situation. Should I be rejoicing that I escaped unharmed or worried that something could distract her enough to forget that I was late. His shoulders fell and he began to work quietly.

The hours slipped by unnoticed as the two continued with their work. Neither seemed in the mood to talk so the room was even more silent then normal. For once Roy was working diligently and didn't realize what time it was until Havoc appeared in the doorway.

"Colonel, We are headed off to lunch now."

Roy looked up, surprised. He glanced at the clock on his desk and was shocked to find it was already after noon. After a quick nod to dismiss Havoc, the two were once again left alone in the office. Roy looked over at Riza, who seemed unaware of Havocs brief presence. "Hawkeye?"

Riza brought her eyes up from the paper to face Mustang. His face expressed a combination of humor and concern. "Yes Sir."

"Are you going?"

Confusion was slowly becoming clear on her usually unreadable face. What is he talking about? Riza stared at Mustang, waiting for the answer to her silent question.

A small smirk found its way to Roy's face. She really is clueless today, though I have to admit that her face is cute like that. Chasing away those thoughts, Roy stood up pulling on his jacket. "To lunch. Are you going to lunch? It is already after noon."

Riza eyes opened slightly in understanding. She blushed lightly at her ignorance then shook her head before returning to her paperwork.

Roy didn't notice the blush but was still surprised by her answer. She always went to lunch. As he walked over to the door, he looked back once more. "Are you sure?"

Riza looked up quickly from her papers, a bit startled at his voice. She assumed he had already left. A small smile graced her face. "Yes, I'll be fine."

Roy frowned slightly but accepted her answer. He stepped out into the hall and began his walk to lunch, trying not to think of how beautiful the smile on Riza's face had been.

Riza's hand stopped writing when the door clicked shut. She counted to ten to make sure that Mustang had truly left, then dropped the pen and leaned back. She glanced at the clock that now read 12:27. In only a few hours... Riza groaned as she pulled herself up from her chair and dragged her feet to the small loveseat across from her desk. Dropping herself on the small couch she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well lately and it was getting to her. Hopefully if she took a break, she could make it through the day.

Roy carried a small brown bag in his hands as he walked down the hallway to his office. His lunch had gone smoothly and, surprisingly, he had taken less than an hour. He turned and was about to enter his office when the phone on Havoc's desk began shaking and exerting a rather annoying noise. Since no one else was around, Roy let out an irritated sigh but brought the phone next to his ear. "Hello."

"Hello, may I please speak to Colonel Mustang," a deep voice came over the receiver.

"This is he," Mustang leaned against the desk, recognizing the voice as Major Armstrong, another State Alchemist.

"Oh hello Sir, I was just calling to inform you that the Elric brothers have arrived safely."

Roy let out a silent sigh of relief. He had been worried that Edward would pull some stupid stunt and get himself into even more trouble. A sly smirk appeared on his face. Since they were back he might as well pick up on his favorite game. "Okay thanks Armstrong. Tell Al hello, and if you can spot the tiny midget, tell the shrimp to be careful he isn't stepped on."

"Yes sir." Armstrong let out an exasperated sigh then told the boys that Colonel Mustang was glad they had arrived and was looking forward to seeing them soon. Roy could almost see Ed rolling his eyes. Muttering vibrated from the other end of the phone as Ed's voice appeared in the background, "Yeah sure, tell that pathetic excuse for a firefly he better have a good reason for dragging me here, or I'm putting out that birthday candle sized flame of his."

Roy smirked again, glad to see that the kid hadn't lost any of his nerve. "Okay Armstrong, take the boys to their temporary rooms and I will see you all tomorrow, though it is hard to see things the size of an atom." Roy set the phone down, cutting off the insults that Ed was shouting into the phone. Turning once again to the door, he stepped into his office.

Riza turned on her side, trying to get away from the loud footsteps that were slowly pulling her back to reality. The footsteps soon stopped, causing a small peaceful smile to appear on her face. Riza's eyes began to flicker slightly when a male's voice broke the silence. It seemed strange that a man's voice was in her home but the thought was quickly forgotten as she squirmed farther into her bed, gathering as much warmth to her body as possible. I need to put another blanket on my bed.

Riza froze as she snapped open her eyes. She didn't remember going home. Drowsiness falling away rapidly, Riza leaned up but quickly fell back. A hand was automatically brought up to cover her eyes that seemed to be blinded by the sudden light. She sat still for a moment then slowly lowered her hand. Looking at her surrounding, Riza began to curse herself silently. She had actually fallen asleep, but at least she was lucky enough to be awoken before Mustang arrived back. Confusion slowly crept onto her face as the previously forgotten voice once again spoke. Cursing herself for the second time she quickly identified the voice as the Colonels. Sitting up straight she adjusted her uniform and quickly fixed her hair, which had managed to slip out of its' orderly bun. She froze once again as her eyes snapped up to the opening door.

Roy automatically looked over at Hawkeye's desk, expecting to see her working diligently on some "important" paper. Frowning slightly at the empty desk, he turned at the sudden noise on the other side of the room. He turned, surprised to see his subordinate sitting on the loveseat looking as though she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Slowly she seemed to regain her senses as she stood up, walked over to her desk and began working, his eyes following her all the way. What was she doing over there? Shrugging his shoulders inwardly, he decided it would be smarter not to ask. Smirking slightly he dropped the bag on her desk and returned to his own to begin tackling his own stack of paperwork.

Riza looked up quickly to study the foreign object on her desk. Hesitantly, she reached up and opened the bag. She looked up at Mustang, slightly confused as she pulled out a sandwich and a bottle of water. "What is this?"

Roy kept his head turned down, "It's your lunch."

Riza kept her confused gaze set upon her superior. "But sir..." She faded off, unsure of what to make of the situation.

Amusement played on Roy's face as he finally looked up to meet her gaze. "Hawkeye everyone, including you, has to eat. Go ahead. It's not poisoned."

Riza opened her mouth for a moment, ready to refuse but finally let out a sigh of defeat. A rare smile appeared on her face before she dropped her eyes down to the food in front of her. "Thank you," slipped almost silently from her lips before she picked up the sandwich and began to eat carefully.

The smile reflected onto Roy before he returned to his paperwork. It was nice to see her smile. And even better that I made her smile.

Riza finished her lunch and returned to her normal routine. After a while she noticed that Mustang was getting low on papers, so she exited the office quickly and returned with a new stack. As she was making her way over to his desk, her eyes caught a glimpse of the clock, 3:48.

Riza gasped loudly as the papers in her arms crashed to the floor. Her eyes were locked on the clock as one arm wrapped automatically around her waist.

Roy looked up at the commotion, with both worry and fear written on his face. He already had one hand in snapping motion, knowing whatever could cause such a reaction out of Hawkeye must be dangerous. His expression changed to confusion when he saw the room still empty and nothing out of place. He looked over at Hawkeye, who seemed frozen in place, though her eyes were far away. "Hawkeye?"

Riza eyes jumped from the clock to Mustang. Her eyes blinked quickly, pulling her mind back to the present. She shook her head slightly as she knelt down to pick up the fallen papers. Standing up slowly she place the papers on the Colonel's desk then returned to her work.

Roy continued to stare at the woman who seemed to be full of surprises today. What is up with her today? She never acts like this, so what is going on? Roy opened his mouth to ask but his eyes fell on the pistol resting on her side. Deciding it would be safer to keep quiet, he returned to his work.

Riza worked diligently for a bit but after less than an hour her mind began to wander into dangerous territory. Casting another look at the clock, 4:32, seemed to glow tauntingly at her. Only ten minuted now... Her body seemed to tense up as she tried to force herself to work. Her efforts were useless as her eyes one again traveled up, 4:38. Not being able to take it anymore, Riza pushed back from her desk and exited the room, leaving no explanation behind for her strange actions. She walked past the desks of Fuery and Havoc then turned the corner down the hall until she entered the women's restroom.

Riza turned and locked the door before falling back against it and sliding to the floor. Suddenly sharp pains were sent throughout her body. She didn't need a clock to know that it was now 4:42. The pains were not too intense but still pained her a bit. This is nothing compared to before. A slight grin appeared on her face but quickly faded, replaced by a groan of pain. This always happens, if only I had something to show for it...

A few minutes later the pain finally subsided and Riza pulled herself up. She chuckled slightly at the sight of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed red and here hair was poking out at different places. After making herself presentable, she left the restroom and returned to her office.

Roy looked up when Hawkeye returned, but held his tongue for the third time today. He was not sure what was going on, but he was not going to force her to tell him. Especially if it has to do with her date. Roy groaned silently and returned to his work, trying to distract himself from the aching feeling in his chest.

The rest of the day went by silent and uneventful. When six o'clock finally came around, it was Riza who stood to leave first. She muttered a quick good-bye to Mustang before she pushed open the door and continued out. She passed by the desks of Havoc and Fuery, nodding as she went. "Good-bye. I will see you both on Monday." She then left the office without another word.

Fuery and Havoc both muttered good-byes, not looking up from their work. Then, as her words sunk in, both men looked up confused. "Monday?" Pushing back from their work, they entered Mustang's office. Fuery stepped forward, genuinely concerned. "Sir, do you know what is going on with Hawkeye? She has been acting strangely and does not appear to be coming in tomorrow."

Mustang let out a small sigh as he looked up at the men. "The only thing I know is that she asked for tomorrow off...for personal reasons. She said that she would be going out of town."

Havoc now stepped forward, a smirk riding on his lips, "Does that mean we don't have to come in to work tomorrow?"

Fuery looked over at Havoc a bit frustrated. He was concerned about Riza. Even when he saw her out of the office, she never behaved like she had lately, and it was very unlike her to miss work. What is she doing?

Mustang was asking himself the same question. Seeing the concern on Fuery's face, a plan began to form in his mind. He had already decided to follow Hawkeye tomorrow, but if he could convince the others to go, it would be a much better situation should they be caught. "I did notice her strange behavior this week, I do hope she is okay tomorrow, by herself."

Fuery looked up nodding. Suddenly his eyes opened a bit as an idea came to him, "We could go with her, without her knowing of course. I don't want to see anything happen to her either." He looked up at the Colonel, waiting for a response.

Mustang nodded his head thoughtfully, playing the part of the innocent. Inwardly, he was cheering that Fuery had suggested the thought, now it wouldn't be his idea if they were seen. Finally he shrugged his shoulders, "Well if it will get me out of this office, I'll go along. We cannot be seen by Hawkeye though, I would like to keep my body free of any more bullets."

Havoc was silent until he noticed the two men staring at him. Cigarette still hanging out of his mouth, he leaned back against the wall. "Whatever."

Mustang leaned back in his chair smirking, "Okay, take a seat men. We need a plan."

Well this is my Christmas present to everyone. I know it took me awhile but everyone wanted it longer and I had all of my Christmas preparation soo.. Anyways, please review, as a present to me! This chapter is incredibly long by my standards, so if I went on too much let me know. I really wanted to finish so let me know what you think! Well thanks to everyone who reviewed and hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! (or whatever you celebrate!)

P.S. I am going on vacation next week so it may be a week or two before the next chapter is up! I promise to hurry, and reviews make me write faster!