AN: I love how the moment you people found out it was a woman you went from calling her a stalker to an admirer lol. Boy oh boy, when you see what this girl does you won't be laughing for a long while. Of course that's not till much later…so let's just forget I said that. I have sadly gotten a virus on my computer and am having to borrow other people's computers so updates will be a bit sporadic. Sorry.

I apologies for any OOCness and spelling mistakes. I did kind of a rush job on this chapter.

Thank you: Skyethestarlitangel, YesMyLord666, elevenzombiezz, Mellowwy, AnimeRomantic4Ever, Silence Is Not Golden, AndAPartridgeInAGrapeTree, Mcrtrix

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Skyethestarlitangel: I do try to keep regular updates, however this can not always be done due to the fact that I am in high school, have a life outside of the computer realm, and often suffer from writer's block. I'll do what I can and that's all I can say.

Enjoy!

Two weeks. It had been two long, grueling, boring weeks since the three men had started trading on and off to watch over the mailroom. Sure many people had come in and out but none had left any letters or documents of any kind in the mailbox labeled "Mustang's Unit."

It was a gag title that Mustang had placed on. Originally it just said their office number; like every other box did but Mustang being Mustang insisted that his name be proudly displayed.

It would have been easier to find this guy if every officer had their own private mailbox but if they did that they'd have to remodel that tiny room. This was the sort of thing that Havoc had been left to think of as he sat, waiting for someone to show up. 'Who is this anonymous guy, anyway? Whoever he is, he obviously doesn't know much about Hawkeye. How does he expect her to respond to his letters? He can't be dumb enough to think that she can respond to his letters without a return address…right? More importantly, when in the hell is this guy going to show up?'

Havoc had already begun to find that this was a stupid and pointless idea; an idea that was sadly his. Feeling the urge to light up, he looked to his left and then to his right. The coast was clear. He'd been told before from those passing by and even the mailman himself, that if he were to smoke with all that paper around he'd be sure to burn the whole of headquarters down in flames.

Of course, Havoc had also been told many times that smoking would kill him; no girl likes a guy, who puffs away, and that if he wasn't careful he'd end up choking to death on the butt.

Havoc thought it was ridiculous. He was an adult; a grown man. He would be careful and even though he wasn't a genius he knew that he would be smart enough not to set the mail on fire. With no prying eyes around him, he reached into his jacket pocket and he pulled out a new pack of cigarettes. He popped open the box and he randomly selected a Lucky Strike. He placed it between his lips as he dug into another pocket and pulled out his lighter; a gift from an ex.

He flipped it open and he brought the controlled fire to the tip of his cigarette and he breathed it in deep into his lungs, sighing with comfort and relief.

"Lieutenant?" He heard a voice call to him.

In a panic Havoc quickly removed his precious cigarette from his mouth and he stomped it to death with his foot.

When he turned his attention back towards the door, he found that it was only Fuery and Breda, coming to check up on him.

"Are you ok, Lieutenant?" asked Fuery, gently.

Havoc looked down at the floor where he had destroyed his cigarette in such a pointless and foolish manner. Irritably he reached for another cigarette and said "Yeah, just peachy."

He was far from happy as began puffing away.

"Maybe you should quit those things," said Breda "All they do is make you ticked off…"

"They do not tick me off! I'm perfectly fine!"

His puffs became more frequent and he inhaled all the more deeply.

"What we came here to tell you was," Began Fuery "We've started to think that this anonymous sender isn't going to show up. Maybe we should just quit trying to find him."

They were all in agreement and as they were about to leave and get back to their actual duties, someone walked in. It was Lt. Colonel Hughes.

He strode right by them as they watched on in confusion. He removed from his jacket, an envelope and he placed it, lovingly into the Mustang Unit mailbox.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" They all shouted in unison.

Hughes turned towards them and he waved merrily "Hiya!"

They could only give him their dumbfounded expressions. "What?"

"You're the one whose been sending Hawkeye anonymous love letters?" questioned Havoc, amazed at the words he was using and to whom they were being directed to.

Fuery only shook his head solemnly "Poor Mrs. Hughes…"

"Love letters to Riza? No way! I have a darling wife whom, I could never bring myself to cheat on. How could I when she looks like this…?" He then proceeded to unravel a rather large array of photos of his wife from his wallet.

"Then what's with the letter?" questioned Breda.

Hughes pulled out the letter and held it up. "Do you mean this? This is a letter that my wonderful Elicia wrote for her Uncle Roy."

"Then why not just hand it to the Colonel directly?"

"Because lately, Roy's become all too happy to kick me out of his office." It was the truth, though Hughes had been sworn to not mention why. Roy and Riza had begun dating in secret and they looked forward to those brief moments in the office where they could be alone with each other. Hughes wanted his friend to tie the knot as soon as possible so Elicia could have a new playmate. The least he could do was allow them to be alone together.

"So what's this about Riza having an anonymous sender?"

"How can this not bother you?"

They were all inside Mustang's office. Havoc, Breda, and Fuery were all at their desks. Falman had been sent out to retrieve a new stack of files.

"Why should it bother me?" retorted Roy "The guy hasn't sent a letter to her in two weeks, not to mention the fact that they were all badly written. I'd show you just how bad they were but Hawkeye already threw them out."

Hughes turned to Riza, who was sitting at her desk and doing paperwork. It was obvious that she had also been eavesdropping. "Sir, I really don't understand why you are so concerned with someone's writing abilities."

"I can't understand it either. Roy, do you remember how I was so worried that someone would try and steal away Gracia from me while I was in Ishval?"

"Of course, how could I forget?"

"Well it turns out I did have reason to worry."

Everyone in the room looked up at Hughes as he continued to speak; surprised by what he had just said.

"She had a neighbor who was always very friendly towards her," His voice was mixed with anger and disgust "When I was sent into Ishval, he only got friendlier. It got to a point where I wasn't the only one perturbed by what was going on. When I got back home, I went to interrogate him and you'll never believe what I found..."

At that very moment Falman entered the room. In his hands he carried the new stack of forums as well as a single envelope, which sat on top of the work load. Everyone's attention then turned to him and this new letter. Havoc almost dropped his cigarette; he couldn't believe it. The moment he and the others turn their back is right when the new letter got sent.

"Hey Roy! I'm trying to tell you something!" Hughes waved his arms about in Roy's face. He remained ignored.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, it would seem that another letter has arrived for you."

"Thank you." Hawkeye took hold of the envelope and opened it up. The others approached with curiosity but also with apprehension; the last thing they wanted to do was piss off Hawkeye.
They watched on as Riza read over her new letter and a small smile crept across her face and she let off a light laugh.

"What is it?" asked Roy; feeling suddenly agitated but he was doing his best to hide it.

"It would seem that they've been taking time off to improve their writing and it's worked." Before Roy could even ask her, Riza had already handed him the letter.

Once more, behind the door Sarah was listening in. She was smiling with glee. Riza had liked it, she really liked it. 'Thank you, Sheska! You wonderful bookworm!'

In fear of being noticed, she reluctantly left and went walking down the hallway. A small pep in her step had been added.

"Roy, Riza. I think you should try to find out who this person is. For all you know something might happen and this person will escalate from a simple anonymous sender to a vindictive stalker."

Riza did not appreciate being called by her first name in a work setting and she had told Hughes this many times before. However, she could sense his honest concern for the both of them and so she refrained from scolding him; at least this once.

"Besides, the last thing you want is for something bad to happen to your girlfriend." His playful smile was back on his face; as though it had never truly left. Roy sharpened his brow and began moving Hughes out of the office. The others were left in confusion but when they went to question what they had just heard, Riza glared at them. This look she gave silenced their mouths but it only made their thoughts race.

Out in the hallway Roy and Hughes continued in their conversation.

"Relax Roy; I doubt that they would go blabbing to the officials about this."

"I'm not worried about them reporting me but you saw how they reacted to that letter. Imagine what they would do if they found out about Riza and I?"

Hughes nodded "Alright, I understand. I'm still telling you though, you need to be careful."

Roy laughed smugly "If this guy does try anything he's got The Flame Alchemist to contend with."

"I'm serious. When I went to interrogate that neighbor, I found that he had more photos of Gracia in his bedroom then I did in the whole house."

"Don't worry; I've got this under control."

As the day began to draw nearer to an end, Sarah entered the basement of Headquarters. It was there where the Shooting Range was and in this nightly ritual of hers, Sarah unlocked her locker and removed from it, her rifle. She closed it up and she looked down towards the row of lockers. She found the one that bore Riza's name and she smiled slightly. She knew that Riza was already there, firing away at the range.

After she had gotten her gun and bullets, she made her way to the range. She found her area where a target had already been set up for her. A mere few feet away was Riza. Today she was practicing intensely with her .22. Riza never wore any hearing protection. Sarah had asked her once about that. She had said 'That it was not available out in the field and so in practice it would only hinder her development.'

Because of this, Sarah never wore any hearing protection either. Before she loaded her rifle, she stood there for a moment in silence. She was watching Riza in amazement. She was the very semblance of beauty and control. Her eyes remained fixed upon her target and they would not dare look else where. This was an enemy that had to be stopped at all cots; yet she held her power by not becoming angry, by simply focusing, breathing, and firing away. What was she seeing then in that instant she pulled the trigger?

It was an enemy that she was not angered by or afraid of and yet she remained determined to annihilate them.

Riza was not wearing her military jacket. Instead she was simply wearing her black short sleeve turtle neck and military pants. Without that bulky fabric, Sarah was able to get a better view of was blushing intensely, just from the mere thought of it.

She picked up her rifle and she loaded it.

After sometime of shooting, Sarah held her rifle up with one hand as she prepared to reload. She looked at her bullets; she was almost out. As she was about to reload, she saw Riza leaving.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye!" called Sarah; pretending that she hadn't seen her before.

"Hello, Sergeant Colt." Riza approached her and Sarah's nerves began to kick in.

Riza looked at Sarah's target board. "You've improved quiet a bit since the last time I saw you."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I've been practicing."

Two soldiers walked by, glances at Sarah and Riza. They spoke to each other and said "Yeah, that's the one. They say that soon enough she'll be just as good as The Hawk's Eye, maybe even better."

Both she and Riza had heard this and Sarah said "I could never be as good as you."

"Don't say that. I still have a long way to go, myself."

Sarah blinked in puzzlement. "What are yo talking about? You're perfect." Sarah began blushing at what she had just said "I mean...you're a perfect shot."

Just then Riza was approched by another officer. He saluted her and said "I'm sorry to bother you Lieutenant but there is a phone call for you from Colonel Mustang."