Matchmaker

Jean Havoc snickered as Riza Hawkeye walked past, headed for her desk.

She nodded at him in greeting,"Good morning"

"Morning" he grinned widely,"Fuhrer Mustang has gone to get breakfast so we can relax a bit"

"Lieutenant, there is actually work to be done you know" Riza smiled, shaking her head disapprovingly.

Since Mustangs promotion the team had had also all been promoted therefore a lot more free time however they now had much more important business to attend, including actually helping the Flame Alchemist manage the country.

"You gotta relax Hawkeye, let your hair down a bit, get out there" He made a weird hand gesture which she ignored.

She approached her desk and found upon it a single red rose and a note, she opened it, 'To my dearest, with love from the Fuhrer'. The hand writing was messy, scrawled very quickly and looked almost like that of Havocs who was watching her carefully.

"Whose that from?" He asked in feigned curiosity.

"The Fuhrer apparently" She smiled,"Except he knows I don't care for trivial things such as roses" and with that she threw it away.

Havocs eyes widened,"You can't just throw away gifts! That cost money you know!"

"Not your money so not your concern" She replied dryly, sitting down and pulling out a pen.

At that moment Mustang walked in, smiling to himself,"Good morning"

"Good morning sir, that gift from you was very kind" She smiled knowingly.

"Gift?" His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Yes that lovely rose you left me, unless" She suddenly looked shocked,"It wasn't from you?"

"I don't recall buying a rose" He shook his head apologetically.

Havoc's eyes darted between them. Well shit. Still, its not like they knew he was trying to set them up.

"Here's the note. It seems this could be classed as identity theft as its signed from you. Lets send this downstairs and have the handwriting analysed then we'll know whose behind this" She smiled, taking note of the panic in Havocs face,"To sign something from someone as high up as you would definitely have consequences don't you think?"

"Yes of course" He nodded in agreement, catching the mischievous glint in her eye.

"I'll take it! To be analysed I mean!" Havoc suddenly stuttered, pale faced,"I-I was about to go and get coffee anyway, it'll drop it off on the way"

"Thank you Havoc" She smiled at him handing him the note and watched as he departed, waiting till the doors shut behind him, he was definitely going to destroy the note.

The Fuhrer suddenly moved closer, she looked up into those dark eyes and smiled.

"He's still trying to set us up isn't he" She laughed lightly.

"Apparently so, of course though" He kissed her gently,"That would be fraternisation and we couldn't have that now could we"

"You're absolutely right" She murmured, moving her face closer and closer to his then stopping,"Fraternisation wouldn't go down too well"

"We really ought to tell them soon, I hate having to hide us" he moved his face closer, their lips brushed hers slightly then she pulled back.

She smiled playfully,"Thats all you're getting till you finish working. You have to review progress on Ishval remember"

He sighed in disappointment,"We have the whole office to ourselves though, come on"

"You also have work to do" She dumped a stack of paper in his arms.

He looked at her, then at the files, then back at her,"You're serious aren't you"

She raised her eyebrow.

"Fine, fine" he backed away, turning to the double doors that led to his office, she smiled as she heard him mutter 'mood killer' before the door closed behind him.

She shook her head, smiling. Havoc was ridiculous, what idiot tried to play matchmaker with two people who were already a couple.