Ha! This is way more fun then homework! And only one more marking period to go and it'll be Summer! Ah, Summer, the time when lazy bums like me are at their happiest...

– Thanks for all ofthe supportive comments in the reviews! They made me get all teary eyed... Well, maybe not Killa Pat's... That one was scary...

Roy absentmindedly made his way to the main weapon storage room. After melting the lock apart, Mustang let himself in. Surprisingly, it was almost completely bare. Roy shut the door quickly and re-opened it to make sure that he wasn't going insane. 'Don't tell me they've already packed the stuff up...' He sprinted to the trap door and climbed to the surface. Sure enough, several trucks loaded with large crates started their engines just as Roy made it to the ground level. He cursed loudly and fell back on his rear in frustration.

Then, Roy spotted a pool of dark liquid a few steps to his left. Lazily, he crawled over to it and rubbed the substance between his fingers. He dabbed a bit on the tip of his tongue and cringed. It was definitely blood. Roy shrugged and looked at the sun. It was getting late, he didn't have time to worry about things like this. It had nothing to do with him...

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Riza could barely put one foot in front of the other as she walked to the door. When she was right in front of it, the door flew open and Riza was thrown on her back. Envy stared down at her and grinned. "Oops." He picked Riza up by her shirt collar and planted her feet on the floor.

"Why am I here?" she spat. Envy chuckled as he shook his head.

"That should be obvious."

"Humor me."

Envy sighed dramatically, "The Flame Alchemist will be desperate to get you back... So much so that he would make a red stone if we told him to."

"Why do you want the stone?"

"I don't need to tell you," he turned to leave, "And I wouldn't try to escape if I were you. I'm sure you know what the consequence would be if you were caught." Riza's knees gave out after Envy left, locking the door behind him. 'No! This can't be happening, I won't let it!' Her eyes darted wildly about the room searching for something, anything that could be of use to her. Nothing. Riza ran to the window and opened it cautiously. There was no way she would survive a fall from this high up. Her head drooped in anguish to the street below. Riza's pulse quickened as she saw Envy step out into the street and get into a car. It sped off and she was all by herself.

A strand of hair fell in front of her eyes and she brushed it aside irritatedly. As Riza tucked it behind her ear, her fingers brushed against something cold. She pulled it from her hair and examined it. Her eyes widened and she scrambled excitedly over to the door. Whenever Riza had to use her rifle scope to look over an area, she always placed a small bobby pin on the side of her head to prevent her hair from obstructing her view. One day at the office, Havoc had boasted about his "amazing" lock picking skills. He gladly showed everyone in the office how to do it. For once, Riza was glad that she hadn't chewed him out for goofing off. The lock gave a satisfying 'click' and she hastily slipped out. She willed her legs to move forward as she practically jumped down the steps to the ground floor. Riza froze at the landing.

"Where are you going 1st Lieutenant?" Lust stood between Riza and the door that lead outside.

"Where do you think?" Lust smiled and took a step toward Riza, "You never were trying to kill me... were you...?"

Lust laughed coldly. "If I had, then you would already be dead." Lust was taken a back when Riza took a step towards her.

"You only had to capture me, but you couldn't even accomplish that." Lust extended her fingers and grimaced.

"Hold your tongue, filthy dog!"

Against her better judgment, Riza continued. "I doubt your even allowed to kill me! That would completely ruin your plans, wouldn't it?" Lust shot her index finger strait through Riza's right shoulder. She didn't bother to cry out; the pain only added to her resolve.

Lust retracted her fingers and smiled. "Go back to your room." Riza gritted her teeth and stepped past Lust.

"Come after me if you want, homunculus, but you have already lost this round."

Lust nodded curtly and moved aside. "No matter... This will end soon." Riza limped out into the street, not bothering to look back.

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Roy sighed as he looked at his pocket watch. '6pm... I'd better go and meet up with Hawkeye, she'll worry if I'm late.'

After he reached the rendezvous point, Roy leaned against the car door and gazed at the sky. It turned a stunning salmon color as the sun began to dip behind the horizon. He looked at his watch again and tapped his foot with anxiety. '6: 53... She should have been here way before me...' Darknesstook the woods and Roy's fears grew with each agonizing second. He heard foot steps, so Mustang drew out his ignition gloves. He saw her glowing hair in the moonlight and could hear her labored breaths. "Riza!" She entered the clearing and Roy ran to her.

Riza fell into his arm and sank to the ground. "I... made it... back..."

"Riza? Riza!" Roy carefully placed Riza in the back seat and drove them back to the hotel. He ran to their room her in his arms and kicked open the door.Roy laid Riza down on the bed and her eyes slowly opened open.

"Nnng... Roy?"

"Riza... what happened?" Roy sat beside Riza and stroked her cheek. Riza told him about Envy and how she had jumped off of the warehouse in an attempt to avoid capture. Roy nearly died when he realized that the blood he had found on the floor had been Riza's. She tried to avoid telling him exactly why she had been captured, but Roy pressed the subject.

"I think they... know about us...," Riza looked away, "They want to use me to get you to make the Red Stone..." gracefully, her eyes met his, "Promise me that you will never do that... No matter what." Roy kissed her lightly on her lips in response.

"Let me see your wounds." Riza sat up and Roy looked her over meticulously. "Hmm... A broken arm, two broken ribs, a minor concussion from when you fell off the ladder," Roy noticed a large dark blotch on her shoulder. "And a stab wound from Lust..." Mustang retrieved a few towels from the bathroom and set them next to Riza. He sat back down and began to pull up Riza's shirt.

"W-what are you doing?"

"I need to stop the bleeding and your shirt is just getting in the way." Riza nodded, but covered her breasts with a towel as soon as it was off. With great care, Roy wiped the blood from Riza's shoulder. When he cleaned it with an alcohol- soaked rag, Riza cried out. Roy drew her into a tight embrace, making the pain dissolve quickly. He released her and wrapped the wound in medical tape.

Roy rose to put the bloody towels back in the bathroom, but Riza held onto his wrist. "Stay with me... just for a minute..." Roy blinked at Riza a few times. Here he was, standing in front of a beautiful woman who was in what most would consider a half- naked state. And it just so happened that he was madly in love with her. Obediently, he took his place beside Riza.

Without warning, Roy crushed their lips together sending them into a long anticipated, passionate, kiss. With her less injured left arm, Riza held the towel over her chest as their tongues met. Roy removed the clip from Riza's hair. He twirled a few strands of the hair between his fingers before breaking the kiss. They each panted from the lack of air and gazed longingly into one another's eyes. Riza sank slowly down into the covers, she had finally exhausted all of her energy. Her heavy eye lids closed and Roy kissed her neck. "Get some rest Riza, I'll go out and grab usa take out dinner." Roy thought he saw her nod, but didn't want to disturb her to make sure.

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I thought about waiting to put this up, but decided not to after reading some of your reviews. So, a Happy Easter (if you don't follow the religion, then have a good spring break) and I'll try to get in one more update before I leave : )

— Right now, I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha and O.O, it is sooooo awesome! I recommend it to anyone who appreciates the Japanese culture, or just wants to read about a girl that never gave up.