A/N: yay! Over 100 reviews! Hell, over 125 reviews! I'm so happy, I've been super busy lately. As some of you have realized, I have started up another FMA fic, I needed a break from the ones I'm working on now, heh. This new fic is purely for entertainment purposes, I needed some comic relief, badly. On another note, to elope is to have sex. You're reading M fics and you didn't know that? Oh well, lets see what I can come up with this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. There, I said it. –cries-

"My god yesterday was hell. All thanks to you!" Riza said, glaring at Hughes. "You didn't have to tell everyone, god damn it! Plus, I'm still not sure how to work Roy's clock so I slept in this morning, have you seen Roy? When I got up he wasn't there," Riza asked. Word of her and Roy finally sleeping together had spread like wild fire the day before, it had been utter hell.

Hughes just smiled and shrugged. "Roy eh? He got called off to investigate that murder case, they're finally getting some solid evidence, he said he'd call around lunch." Riza sighed, it was sure to be another day full of jeers from her fellows.

"What did I do to deserve this?" she asked herself, trying desperately to think of reasons to fire Hughes.

IIIIIIIIIII

"Riza? Is that you?" came a faint voice, ringing over the receiver of a phone.

"Roy, where are you now?"

"I'm not sure, we're heading out soon. Listen, we finally know what's going on, and hopefully who the next victim is. I'm going on a trip, it's a ways away from HQ so I might be gone for a month or so, I'll call you every day to see how things are doing," he said, reassuringly as static crossed the phone line, making it fizz.

"What! You're leaving me alone here to deal with Hughes and Havoc asking me every single day how you were in bed!" Riza yelled, her anger rising.

"…I've got to go, there's the train, I'll call when I get there," he said hurriedly, anxious to avoid Riza's wrath. The line went dead, and Riza hung up the phone. Riza sighed, but decided to move on for now. Might as well eat lunch, she could yell at Roy later.

Riza was feeling a little sick, and so didn't eat much. Several times Havoc tried to joke about her sleeping with Roy, and several times she had pulled out her handgun on him, until he eventually gave up, in favor of staying alive. The day was dull, paperwork to finish, Hughes to threaten, the usual. There wasn't even Roy there to help Riza force everyone do their work, though to tell the truth, he had been their leader in laziness, but none the less his company would have been nice.

"Good god, please don't let everyday without him be like this," Riza told herself as she went to bed that night. Roy hadn't called that day, but he would probably be to busy to call much, Riza knew he had just said that to comfort her. She slipped into an unsteady sleep, but sleep nonetheless.

IIIIIIIIIIII

Riza walked in the doors to HQ, her head was pounding. It had been two weeks and Roy had called several times, always closer to solving the crime. It had been a couple of days since he last called, but Riza knew that she shouldn't expect it from him. Besides, she had other things to worry about.

Riza gathered her papers, and walked into the office, slamming them down on the desk in a bother-me-today-and-get-a-bullet-to-the-skull manner. Her head was feeling horrible, she probably had the flue. Riza was about to sit down, when she jumped back up, running out of the door. She ran into the bathroom, her stomach churning horribly, as she went into one of the stalls and gave up what little breakfast she had eaten, and then some.

"Oh god, my head feels like it's splitting open, this is the third time this week," Riza muttered to herself, rubbing her forehead and swearing.

"Riza? Is that you?" came a familiar voice. Riza opened her eyes and looked over to see Gracia.

"Oh, Gracia! What are you doing here?" she asked, ignoring the receding pain and smiling.

"Visiting my husband of course," she said, smiling warmly, "Riza, you look awful, and you smell absolutely horrid."

"Huh? Oh sorry, I've had the flue for a while, I'm puking my breakfast back up every morning the past few days, not to mention major headaches," Riza said truthfully, she could trust Gracia.

"Riza, you shouldn't be coming to work then! If you're that sick, that's bad." She answered worriedly, before adding, "I hear you're living with Mustang now, how's that?"

"Great, just great. I swear, he just had to leave a couple weeks ago, and he left me alone to deal with all of the snide comments, I mean, just because we slept together…" Riza's voice trailed off at the look of Gracia's expression, "What's wrong?"

"I hate to say this Riza, but this 'flue' sounds a lot, and I mean a lot like when I got pregnant," she said sadly, "you need to go to the doctor to get this checked Riza."

"What!" Riza yelled, as what had just been said began to sink in.

"Riza, it's okay, I'll set up a doctor's appointment tomorrow, until then, take the day off for goodness sake! If you feel the way I felt, I'm surprised you could get up this morning!"

Riza sat in a stupor an hour later in front of her papers, Gracia was right, she felt like crap. "I guess I could take one or two days off."

A/N Bwahahahaha, I am master of the plot twists… sort of. I was going to answer some of your questions this chapter, but I'll wait until next chapter due to lack of time. Also, this story does not have too many more chapters to go, I'm far past half way done. If you can't remember what happens in the earlier chapters, I suggest you reread them, some of the earlier stuff is going to be pretty important –cough- Envy –cough-. To those of you who have been urging me on since I started this story and reviewing, and to those of you who have just started reading and still are, thank you so much! Any and all constructive criticism is welcome, see you next chapter. Sayonara!