Summary: Breda's news causes a morning ruckus in the office.

Chapter 2 Rating: PG

When Monday rolled around, it was as if Breda was a marked man. As he strolled into the office enjoying his morning croissant, he felt three pairs of eyes on him.

"You look well rested today, Lieutenant Breda," said Havoc with a smirk. "Did you have a nice weekend?"

"I did have a very relaxing weekend. Thanks so much for asking, Lieutenant Havoc," he said brightly. "How was your weekend?" To his amusement, Havoc, Fuery, and Falman followed him to his desk.

"It was great! But back to your weekend." Havoc came up beside him and nudged him with his elbow. "Come on. Breda."

"What do you wanna know?" He tried not to laugh at the enthusiasm on their faces.

"The girl, Breda! Just tell us about the girl!" Fuery said, clutching his cheeks in anticipation.

"Oh. Grace? She's doing fine. She has weekend classes, though, so no late nights for her. Although, we did stay up quite late the last two nights. She's just so enthusiastic." Breda organized papers nonchalantly as all three of his coworkers melted into puddles on the floor. He figured he'd let them think what they wanted to think. Technically he wasn't hurting Grace's honor by wording the tale the way he did. They did indeed spend two late nights chatting on the phone about anything and everything.

"Why do I keep losing money?!" sobbed Fuery.

"Breda, you champ! Thanks for winning me the pot!" laughed Falman.

"I want an enthusiastic girlfriend, too!" whined Havoc.

Mustang and Hawkeye arrived just at that moment, pausing in the doorway to survey the bizarre scene in front of them.

"Uh...Why is everyone on the floor?" asked Mustang, looking as if he had pulled a late night himself.

Havoc, Fuery, and Falman scrambled upright to salute while Breda simply stood and saluted.

"At ease. Answer the question, gentlemen," said Hawkeye, taking the Colonel's jacket and her own to the coat rack.

"Breda's got a hot girlfriend," said Havoc, looking shell-shocked.

"Really? An actual girlfriend, huh?" The others gawked as Mustang clapped Breda on the shoulder.

"An actual girlfriend, sir," said Breda, smiling proudly. "Her name is Grace and she's gorgeous."

"Do not let her distract you from your duties, no matter how hot she is!" declared Mustang.

"O-okay?" Breda suddenly felt very awkward.

"And remember, if you ever get into a fight with her-BUY HER LINGERIE!" proclaimed Mustang triumphantly.

"I...I don't quite see the connection, sir." Breda had started to sweat.

"Colonel, there is a large amount of paperwork due by the end of the day today," said Hawkeye sternly.

"Right! Well, team! Get to it!" Everyone dispersed to their designated work areas. Breda was about to dig into his own stack of papers when Hawkeye paused beside his desk.

"Your new girlfriend, Breda. Does she have a last name?" Hawkeye seemed genuinely curious.

"It's Visch. Why?" Breda turned to face her. He saw the familiarity in her eyes and slowly his stomach started to drop.

"Interesting that you and Grace should start dating. You do know she has a dog, right?" She sounded highly amused.

"Of course I know! What I want to know is...how do you know Grace, Lieutenant?!" demanded Breda, immediately jumping to the conclusion that dog owners had some secret society.

"I bring Black Hayate to a dog playdate group every week. Grace and Mitzy are a part of it," said Hawkeye. A small smile appeared. "Grace mentioned she liked a guy in the military. I didn't expect it to be you."

"Small world," said Breda through gritted teeth. Falman was frowning at him and looked like he was thinking hard about something.

Havoc burst into sudden laughter, gathering stares from his office mates.

"I'm sorry, but I totally pictured Breda just clinging to this woman's ceiling whenever he visits her."

"Shut up, Havoc! I'm not that scared of her dog!"

"Oh? Then can I bring Black Hayate to the office?" asked Hawkeye. "He's at that age where he has boundless energy."

"NO!"

"So...are you sure all that you told us really happened, Breda?" asked Falman.

"Yes, it really happened!" said Breda, reddening.

"So why isn't she calling you her boyfriend and not 'some guy she likes'?" pressed Falman. "Did you lie about that whole 'staying up late' stuff?"

"No! Look, we stay up late talking to each other on the phone!" Breda hunched over his stack of papers, making random marks.

"Have you kissed her yet at least?" asked Havoc.

"I don't kiss and tell," mumbled Breda.

"So...no."

Breda was just about to rage at Havoc when a paper airplane hit him square in the head. He blinked and turned towards the direction where it had been thrown. Kain Fuery smiled sheepishly at him.

"If I may put in my two cents?" he asked timidly. When Breda nodded he continued. "The phone is a great communications medium, but to really get the most out of your interaction is to see her in person. That really cements the attraction."

"Hm. You think so?"

"Well, you can't touch her through the phone," said Fuery, wiggling his eyebrows.

Everyone spent the rest of the morning trying to cleanse the thought of Fuery making lewd jokes out of their heads.