AN: Sorry about the long wait you guys. I've just been busy, however, since I have an iMac I am unable to indent and paragraph my story, so for those of you who have a problem with it, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do.

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Drip, drop... drip, drip.
The voices that echoed outside were children, happily playing in the puddles carving into the sidewalks, surrounding the school courtyard. The clouds over head were thick, pungent and moving diligently over the sky. The rain was scarce but quick to drip and drop once or twice. To their left, as Riza and Roy walked out of the double doors of the main building's corridor, were the infants that scampered about, stamping their feet in puddles and frolicing down the streets.
The thunder clashed together, like rocks and when the sound reverberated to the children's ears, they screamed and ran until their shadows melted into the backdrop of the suburbans.

"I should've handled that better." She whispered. Above them the sky was fading into the blackness of night when the sun's rays started to disappear. The storm approached, irridecently, illuminating the lightening that spread it wings over the western part of the sky. It was a desperate, hot, evening. "You should've but no matter, he's obligated to answer any of our questions. He may refuse our interrogations but if we need a search warrant we'll get one." Roy watched her from the corner of his eye but remained stolid.
"I didn't meant to."
"Stop apologizing." He tried to soften the mood exploding within her stern expression. Her eyes usually appeared of glass but as she sifted through her own thoughts, right then, it began to turn into iron as the red churned; she was definently frustrated at herself.
Somehow, over the many years of working with her, Roy is able to see through her actions, her words and most importantly her thoughts. She may think she is puts up a very good front, showing off her incomprehensible mask, cloaking herself underneath her own skin, but in reality he was able to read her just a like an open book.
"Don't be so hard on yourself, you"-
"Sir, I've never so much as breathed wrong, in my entire military career, and by doing this, I've released vital information, jepardized our position and possibly, if he is truly the culprit, endangered you and I's life. Tell me, is that something I shouldn't worry about?" She was very quiet but deliberate in emphazising her point. Roy merely looked away as they continued to stalk across the courtyard. The approached a bench facing the road and sidewalk but with their back facing the teacher's parking lot. The lamps flickered as the sky darkened above.
Riza sighed inwardly and held her tongue as he remained unaffected and almost optimistically inpenatreble. He smiled at her as he seated himself under the dimly lit bench.
"What are you doing?" She asked, folding her arms.
"Sitting." He answered. Riza's eyes glared.
"Just sit down." Roy suggested, shrugging and propping his leg over his knee.
Pitter, pitter...patter. Pitter.

"It's starting to rain." "So?"
"We should return to the apartment." She said looking past him and staring into the lot behind them. She watched all the lamp post turn on and then peered up at the clouds above them, passing lazily overhead, however, the rain started to thicken.
The drops fell harder and thick, dampening her face and hair. She closed her eyes and let what little fell washed over her face. However frustrated she became, at her own stupidity, it seemed to fade as the rain trickeled over her cheek and jaw bones, lathering her face.
Roy's hands intertwined within hers...
"Hm?" She looked astonished at him.
He didn't allow his eyes to meet hers, instead, he watched the sky as well. The thunder crackled.
When she let her eyes fall on the lot again, now lit, she saw something she hadn't before. A red Buick, parked on the far side of the lot, was all that left in the lot. Her curiosty was starting to arrouse, until Roy finally faced her...
She started to grow a little nervous, but he let go of her hand and leaned foward. Their lips brushed slightly until Riza's curiosty, perhaps some of her morality stopped them by interjecting with,
"Could that be Mr. Wischire's car?"
"Possibly." He answered, akwardly, pulling back and rubbing the back of his neck.
Stupid, stupid. He mentally scolded himself before stepping before her and walking toward the car. His curiousty too sparked amusement as the Buick seemed like a perfect place to hide a body...if, that were it's case. Riza followed after.
"Colonel!" She grabbed his arm.
"Don't, we can't search that, and you know so."
"I'm not searching." He smirked.
"Then what is it you think you're doing?"
"Peeking." He winked and tugged his arm back, as he continued his march to the lifeless vehicle.
"Wait." She scurried behind him until they met the car, quietly and looking inside.
"Do you see anything?" He asked, cupping his face and leaning against it's windows.
Riza walked about on the other side of the car, skittishly look among various things such as papers, money and then...
"Roy." Her eyes grew large.
He hurried to her side and saw a large scalpal, hiding underneath the driver's side and on it's blade, a touch of dried blood shined very, very vividly.
"I think we've found our first suspect."Roy whispered.