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Soft footsteps echoed down the long hallways, bouncing off the otherwise silent walls. The air in the large building had grown so much colder outside the smaller office. Heck, even the steam off their breath showed slightly. The two walked in the eerie quiet, close to the wall, gun or gloves ready. Both were fidgeting with their weapons, uncomfortable with the fact that they could be attacked at any time.

Riza, walking behind Roy, scratched at her shoulder. It had gotten itchy, probably infected. She almost sighed in her boredom, but self restraint held it back. Look upwards, she found herself counting the individual hairs on her superiors's head. An odd pass time, but it kept her busy. She blew at the bangs that fell into her face, realizing that she still had not received her clip. She was about to speak up about it when the man in front of her halted, causing her to bump into his back.

"Sir, why did you stop?" she asked, rubbing her nose as she backed up to let him turn around.

She was surprised when he grabbed her, covered her mouth with his hand and pulled her to sit in the small space before one of the office doors, holding her tightly against his chest. She soon realize why he had done such a thing. A three long shadows cast down the hall, voices sounding.

"Envy, what are you doing?"

"I thought I heard something down here."

"You must be hearing things. Lets go, we have to set our trap down in that filthy mess hall."

"Finally, I can kick that Colonel's ass."

"Can I eat them?"

"Maybe the other men, Gluttony, but you'll leave the Colonel and that woman. Pride would destroy you if you didn't."

The voices faded away down the hall and after a few moments of reassurance, Roy let go of Riza who turned around quickly.

"Sir, what are your alterations to the plan?" she asked, knowing that this would affect it.

"Ah, damnit." he sighed, scratching his head. After a moment he looked down at her. "I don't want the other guys to get involved. They seem to only want us two so theres no need to get them hurt." he told her.

"You forget that we weren't going to anyway." she leaned against the wall.

"Yes, but now we'll have to forget about backup. We're all on our own here." he mumbled, watching as she absentmindedly scratched at her shoulder, leaning her head back against the wall. He began to notice how she's paled out, almost ghostly. After a moment he spoke again. "Are you worried?" he asked.

"Hmm?" she snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh, uh, maybe just a bit." she said sheepishly.

"My, my. One of the best sharp shooters in the military is worried about something?" he teased, poking her arm lightly.

"What? Your not in the least concerned about what Elysia would think if her godfather were to die while she slept?" she asked, swatting his hand away. She didn't look up to see him blink in slight confusion.

"Your getting attached to her aren't you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking.

"No, I just have a concern for the little girl." she defended.

"Your attached." he snickered. "I bet when this is all over you'll go over to their house to baby sit her."

"If Gracia wants a hand with her, I'll help out. I am not getting attached." she hissed, turning her head to the side. "Its not my fault I'm a woman who feels at least some compassion for children."

"Softie." he laughed.

"I am not." she growled.

"You are too. Kids make you go soft like butter. You won't pull your gun on anyone, your alot less harsh with everyone, you even stopped our swearing." he insisted. "I bet if you got married and had some of your own, you'd even hum to yourself while you worked." he smirked. Yet that faded when he saw her clenched jaw and eyes dart away from him. "Hey, whats wrong?" he asked confused.

"You know I'd never do such a thing. Get married and have my own children, what a load of bull shit." she snorted.

"It could happen." He told her. "Maybe if you put yourself out there some guy wou-"

"Would what? Sweep me off my feet? Make me feel like the most beautiful woman alive?" She cut him off, grip on the fabric of her pants tightening. "I tried settling down with one of the most caring men I've ever met. The worst thing I've done." He heard her sniffle, like she was holding back tears. This was a shock to him, having never seen her cry and now he had no idea what to say to her at all.

"What did the bastard do?" he asked, anger rising in his throat. He didn't want to see her cry at all and anger was the first emotion he felt towards this.

"One night I asked what he thought it'd be like if I could have kids, he got mad about the fact that I had a low chance of getting pregnant and left that night while I was asleep." She sighed, pressing her forehead to her knees.

"One bad experience shouldn't keep you from having someone to spend your life with, have your own little snipers with." he sighed. "You know you could've had them with him, I would've given you as much time off as you would've wanted."

"No. I tried with him but it was almost impossible."

"Why's that?" he asked.

"You remember when we met up again towards the end of the war? At the very beginning I was hospitalized for a gun wound." she told him. "It cut a hole into one of my ovaries. They had removed it along with the fallopian tube then burned me closed." she bit her lip at that.

"So that cut your chances in half." he realized. He looked down in shame. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."

"No, its perfectly fine." she leaned her head back once again and rubbed her eyes. "It helped me get more focused on my job. Now I don't need to worry about that kind of stuff."

"Its good that your focused." he said, not wanting to disagree with her. "With out that, I could be dead." he joked. She smiled.

"Alright, no more digging through my personal life. What do we do now?"

"I think we're going to fall right into their trap." he smirked devilishly, thinking up a strategy.

A/N: OhsMeeGosh, I'm such an idiot. I totally forgot all about this! -bangs head off desk- So stupid of me! Don't be mad at me for throwing in such a late update, I'll try to be more active with this. So, this chapter...well I really dunno where the hell this came from, the whole shot-up-ovaries thing came out like word vomit. It may not make too much sense but the burning close thing does. back in old war times, they of course didn't have the surgical things we have so instead of sewing people back up, they burnt their injuries closed. Ouch, I know.

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