Chapter 2: Mud

"I can't believe this!" Mustang exclaimed as he slammed the accelerator and listened to the tires spin.

"Sir you might want to stop before some thing breaks."

He sighed. "Why do we have such bad luck with cars?"

She just shook her head. The colonel was fuming, he had finally talked the lieutenant into letting him drive and he gets stuck in some very thick mud.

"Well we'd better work on some way to get this thing unstuck "he sighed.

When they got out they learned that the only way that the car was going to move was if it was pulled out.

"Why does this keep happening?!?" he growled before picking up his foot and kicking right rear tire. Or that was what he planned to do but in reality he ended up on his back in the mud with a yelp. Hawkeye came to investigate the noise and had to clamp a hand over her mouth when she found him.

"Would you – giggle – like some – giggle – help sir?" she asked offering her hand.

"You think this is funny huh?" he questioned taking her hand

She opened her mouth to reply but before she could he pulled her down onto his lap. Under normal circumstances she would have yelled at him but that was hard to do while his lips were on hers.

"We're still on duty!" she reminded him sharply after they pulled apart.

"Yes" he said while wrapping his arms around her waist "And we're also sitting in the mud outside some random town"

She rolled her eyes before saying, "Well either way I'm not as muddy as you and would like to keep it that way"

"Oh I'll fix that!" he said and within a few seconds he had her pinned to the ground his lips on hers once again. Roy got a bit dirtier as Riza ran a hand through his hair while the other rested on his face.

A couple hours later they found themselves back at Central HQ.

"So what happened out there?" questioned Havoc while his superior waited for another car.

"Got the car stuck, found some one to pull it out, and came back here"

"That all?"

The colonel nodded before leaving to change clothes.

"What was that about Havoc?" asked Breda.

"The colonel was lying," he answered with a smirk.

"How do you know?"

"Because there was a Lt. Hawkeye sized hand print on the right side of his face."