A/N: As promised, this one has more Royai in it. Enjoy! :)

Caught in the Act:

There had to be something going on between Mustang and Hawkeye.

Havoc absentmindedly tapped his pen on his paperwork while he thought it over. The evidence was too obvious not to ignore. He'd seen how the Colonel would steal glances at her instead of doing his paperwork and how the Lieutenant's hand would linger on his when she passed him a form to sign. Not to mention the late nights they would spend together at the office was highly suspicious. Looking over to his co-workers, he wondered if they had noticed the same thing.

"Psst… Breda," he whispered. "Why do you think Mustang and Hawkeye are always together?"

Breda looked up from his work. "Isn't it obvious? She's his bodyguard. Even someone as stupid as you should know that."

"That's not what I meant!" Havoc hissed. "I'm asking if you think they're a couple!"

Breda stared at him for a moment before chuckling, "You're crazy, Havoc. There's no way the Colonel and Lieutenant are dating."

"What makes you so sure?"

A loud bang echoed in the room. Havoc looked up and saw that Riza had just dropped a huge stack of paper on the Roy's desk, waking him up from his nap.

"You're not supposed to sleep in the office!"

"I wasn't sleeping! I was just resting my eyes!"

"That trail of drool on the side of your face says otherwise!"

"That's why," whispered Breda while discreetly pointing at the two bickering officers. "They fight too much."

"They fight like a married couple," Havoc corrected him.

"I think you're looking way too deeply into this. Hawkeye is Mustang's babysitter. Everyone knows that."

"Fine. Let's make a bet. If I can find concrete evidence that proves those two are together then I win."

Breda chuckled as he went back to his work. "You're on."

Hours later…

Havoc silently cursed at himself.

The Colonel and Lieutenant had gone out for an inspection earlier so he had gone and searched Mustang's desk after everybody else had left for the day. Unfortunately, the only proof he could find was Hawkeye's phone number in Mustang's little black book, which meant absolutely nothing since there were about fifty other women's phone numbers written in it.

Pencils…staples….breath mints….Come on! There's got to be something incriminating here!

He was about to give up when he spied a crumpled ball of paper in the wastebasket next to the desk. Curious, he retrieved the paper from the wastebasket and unfolded it. He grinned when he recognized the handwritings of both his commanding officers.

Dinner on Saturday?

Get back to work.

Paperwork isn't due till Friday. I've got time.

The work is only going to pile up if you continue to procrastinate.

I could finish my work faster provided I get the proper "motivation".

Not in the office.

Never said it had to be in the office. Your place works fine too.

How's this for motivation? If you don't finish your paperwork you don't get any for a week.

That's mean. :(

But works every time. :)

Havoc couldn't stop smirking. This was perfect. Not only were the two passing notes during work but the note proved they were seeing each other. He was just about to leave and call Breda when he heard somebody turn the door handle.

Crap.

Instinctively, he ducked behind the desk, still clutching the note. The door opened a second later and both Mustang and Hawkeye walked in.

"Hmm? It seems everybody left already," he heard Mustang say.

"Not surprising. It is half past six," replied Riza.

Havoc heard the door shut with a click followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Well Lieutenant," he heard Mustang's voice again. "Looks like it's just you and me. Now how about that reward?"

Riza didn't answer. Instead, Havoc heard some shuffling and a chair being moved. He carefully peered around the corner of the desk. Riza was sitting on her desk, her arms wrapped around the Colonel's neck while they shared a passionate kiss. He grinned.

Damn. I should've borrowed a camera. This is gold.

Suddenly, he felt something nudge him. He turned around and came face to face with Black Hayate.

Go away, he motioned to the dog. Hayate tilted his head in curiosity.

"Arf!"

Dammit! he cursed.

"What is it Hayate?" he heard Riza ask. Havoc quickly dove back under the desk and curled up into a ball. If he was lucky, maybe she wouldn't see him. Unfortunately, lady luck was not on his side and he soon found himself face to face with a very angry Lieutenant.

"Uhhh…hi!"

"What are you doing down there, Havoc?" asked Riza, her eyes narrowing.

"Down here? Oh. I was looking for something I dropped. I found it though so I'll be leaving now. I'll see you tomorrow." He quickly got up and tried to dart to the door but Roy stopped him.

"Havoc," he called, "What's in your hand?"

"This? It's nothing special."

"Let me see." He held out his hand. Havoc gulped.

"I don't think you'll find it interesting, sir."

"We'll see when I look at it. Now hand it over."

Havoc reluctantly handed him the crumpled paper. Roy smoothed it out and read the contents; any angry look crossing his face when he realized what was inside. He looked up at him.

"I can explain…" began Havoc but Roy stopped him.

"Havoc. I will give you five seconds to start running. You better take full advantage of it."

Havoc gulped and made a mad dash out the door. He was halfway down the hall when he heard the familiar snap followed by the smell of burnt hair.

"Man. What happened to you last night? You look like crap," commented Breda as Havoc walked in the next morning.

"Long story," he muttered. He had barely sat down when Riza walked up to him and dropped a gigantic stack on his desk.

"The Colonel will be in late this morning so I expect you to fill out these forms on his behalf."

"B-but…" gawked Havoc but she had already walked away. "Dammit!" he cursed before grabbing the form on the top of the pile. He had just started reading the first paragraph when he felt a nudge.

"Here," Breda whispered. He stuffed something in Havoc's hand. He looked down and saw it was a bunch of bills.

"What's this?"

"Our bet. Whatever you found yesterday must have been pretty good if you're getting punished like this."

"It was," remarked Havoc as he pocketed the cash. "Unfortunately, I got caught when that stupid dog blew my cover."

"Serves you right for poking your nose in other people's personal affairs. Especially the Colonel's."

"Easy for you to say. You weren't the one looking."

"Why do it myself when I can find someone stupid enough to do it for me?"

Havoc stared at Breda before finally smacking himself on the forehead. He couldn't believe he fell for that trick.

"DAMMIT!"