Roy Mustang patiently waited outside headquarters for Riza to arrive. He glanced around and was about to turn away when a particular blonde head caught his attention. He smiled and turned back around to face her. He watched as she looked over her surroundings with a small frown on her face as she looked for her superior. He watched intently as her face lit up as soon as she noticed the Colonel standing a little way away. She bounded to him and beamed.

"We really shouldn't be here sir. You still have lots of paperwork to do and you KNOW that we aren't allowed out until our lunch hour."

"Yes, yes Hawkeye, but did you REALLY want to be stuck with Maes until our lunch hour?"

"Um… no, sir I would have preferred not to."

"Exactly," Mustang said with a smile. He offered her his arm and she gracefully accepted it after a moment of hesitation. He grinned to himself and slowly led her away from headquarters.

Roy and Riza came back from their walk to find Havoc cowering in the corner of the office.

"Um… Havoc? You can come out. It's Roy."

"I-is M-M-Maes still h-here?"

"No…" said Roy inspecting the room just to make sure.

"Thank God," Havoc replied slowly uncurling himself and standing up and stretching.

"I thought I was going to die. Thankfully, he got called away."

Roy burst into laughter, as, at the same time, Riza muffled her giggles with her gloved hand.

"IT WASN'T FUNNY! AND HOW DID YOU ENJOY YOUR LITTLE STROLL HMM? HAVE FUN DID YOU? MAYBE EVEN GOT A LITTLE KISS IN ON THE WAY? HMMMM? HMMM!"

Both Roy and Riza abruptly stopped their laughter at Havoc's last comment and turned red.

"Geez Havoc… no need to get so uptight… it was a little funny…" Roy mumbled looking at his shoes.

"No… it…was…not! Now leave me alone and go do your work before I tell the higher-ups about your little midday stroll!"

The two other officers quickly sprang to action and arranged themselves at their desks in the space of time that it took Havoc to take some deep calming breaths. It fascinated the two subordinates to watch Havoc's face turn slowly from crimson, to pink, to lavender, to blue and finally settle on his normal blotchy peach colour.

"What!"

Roy and Riza realised that they were staring at Havoc and swiftly averted their gazes. Roy picked up his pen and started scribbling away and for once in his life was working without Riza's gun next to his temple.

Havoc stormed out of the room, and slammed the door behind him.

Roy and Riza gave a collective sigh before catching each other's eyes and convulsing into unstoppable laughter. After a few minutes, they sighed again and gave each other a grin before carrying on with their paperwork.

It was well past midnight when Riza finally finished, and she had noticed several times that Roy had fallen asleep on his desk. Each time she had had to wake him using her gun. Riza put her papers into a neat pile on her desk and stood up, stretching lazily.

Roy, awakened by the sound of her chair being scraped back lifted his head sleepily and rubbed his eyes, unaware of the drool dripping from his mouth onto a very significant report.

"Um… sir…" Riza said motioning to her own mouth.

Roy bolted upright in his chair.

"What?" Roy asked with a look of bewilderment on his face. What was she doing pointing to her mouth? Surely she didn't mean…no…no way in hell… or…maybe…maybe she wanted him to…

"What?" he asked again stupidly.

"You seem to be um…" she sighed and walked over to him picking up a tissue box on the way.

"Here," she said before tearing a tissue from the box and sticking it onto his mouth.

Roy's look of confusion quickly turned into embarrassment as he realised that he had a strand of drool hanging off the corner of his mouth soaking the pile of paper on his table, which, a moment ago had acted as his pillow. He hid his red face behind the tissue that Riza had stuck onto his face and carefully wiped the saliva off the pile of papers before taking another one from the box to clean his own face.

Riza smirked at him before turning on her heel and grabbing her jacket.

"Goodnight…Roy…" she said before rushing out the door.

"Night… Riza…"

Roy sighed as he signed his last paper with flourish.

"Finally…" he muttered as he scooped up his pile of papers. He dropped them onto Riza's desk with a loud resonating "thud" ready for inspection. He distractedly cleared his table, his thoughts obviously somewhere else. He shrugged on his long overcoat and pulled on his gloves. Walking to the door, he fished the keys out of his expansive pockets, his thoughts wandering and drifting before settling on something… or rather someone. The alchemist replayed the events of the day in his head as he locked up and slowly walked away.

Riza Hawkeye sat cross-legged on her bed beginning her daily ritual. One hundred brush strokes on the left, one hundred on the right. Yes, that was right… most people did yoga or tai-chi… Riza Hawkeye brushed her hair. She found that it…calmed her…

1…2…3…4… Her hand paused above her head as her thoughts escaped her restricting brain and went walk-about.

Didn't Roy look HOT today?

Hey! You're not allowed to think like that! He's your superior!

So what? He's my hot superior.

Stop it.

Stop what?

That.

What?

STOP THINKING ABOUT ROY LIKE THAT!

Why? He's sexy!

SHUDDUP!

Riza realised that it had gone too far. She collected her thoughts and resumed her hair-brushing.

5…6…7…8…9…

But didn't he look sooo cute when he came in the door and he was all flustered and he thought I was going to shoot him and…

SHUT UP!

Riza sighed and decided to leave her ritual for now.

She settled into her duvet and turned off her lamp, making sure that she kept tabs on her thoughts.

She could tell that it would be a long day tomorrow.

Roy had just reached his porch when he felt the first drop of icy cold rain hit his face and slide down his face. He shivered at the cold sensation and dug out his key from the mess that was his pocket. He fumbled with his key and clumsily slid it into the lock. Sighing, he dropped the key back into the mess, pushing the door closed behind him. Checking the clock, he took off his coat and dropped it onto the couch.

His head still filled with thoughts of a particular lieutenant, he walked to the bathroom, shrugging off clothes and grabbing a towel along the way.

Roy stepped out of the shower and jumped when he heard the shrill ring of the phone.

"Grrr…" He groaned as he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom leaving a trail of steam in his wake.

"Hello?"

"Roy! We need you to come help out on the flood rescue team!" boomed Hughes from the other end of the line.

"Flood?"

"Yeah! Haven't you heard? Look out your window buddy!"

Roy turned around and gaped at the turbulent thunderstorm taking place right outside of his house.

"It's raining cats and dogs Roy!"

"Yeah… my god…"

"Half the town is already flooded!"

"WHAT!"

"Yeah! The flood rescue team just asked if I could help them out. You feel like coming?"

"Yeah… yeah sure…"

"Great! So I'll come by in about a half hour and we'll head to the hangers together?"

"Sure."

Roy hung up the phone, still quite not believing that that drop of rain that had fallen on him before had turned into this raging downpour.

He wandered back to his bedroom and quickly got dressed, discarding his towel in a rumpled heap on his bathroom floor.

"Beep beep!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Geez, Maes!"

"Come on, Roy!"

Roy twisted the key in the lock and pocketed it. He made his way through the torrent of already knee-height water covering his front path and hopped into the Jeep where Maes Hughes was already waiting.

"God, Roy. Take your time why don't you!"

"Maes, shut it and drive."

Hughes didn't need anymore convincing.

"I'm on it."

Okay so... was that okay? I think some of the characters were a little OOC. Sorry about that. Review please.