The moment that Maes woke up from fainting, he went tearing out of his home after kissing his wife on her cheek and shouting something about an emergency. Leaving the poor woman he married standing in the hallway, stunned as he went tearing outside of the building just as fast as his long legs could carry him.

Reaching down she picked up the phone and put it to her ear to check it and heard masculine laughter that could only belong to her husband's best friend, Roy Mustang. "He's on his way over. Do me a favor and don't break him any further."

Roy chuckled on the other end of the line and told her not to worry so much. He just needed to talk to him. He even promised to have her husband home at a reasonable hour this time. After which he politely told her goodnight and hung up the phone.

He must have sat there in his study for all of fifteen minutes before he heard banging at his front door which meant that Maes must have run the entire two in a half blocks to his home. Getting up Roy made his way through his home to his kitchen to grab his friend a glass of water since he would most likely need it and then went to open the door.

The second he did, Maes fell over at his feet wheezing and panting from his run while Roy kindly held out the glass of water that he'd fetched for him and let the man's unsteady hand grasp it and pull it down to his face so that he could attempt to drink it while Roy stood there waiting for him to finish before finally saying.

"You do realize that you didn't have to run here, right? You have a car." Although if one stopped to think about it, it was probably for the best that Maes hadn't been driving. Sure he would have gotten there faster, but he seriously doubted that his friend would have showed up in one piece.

"Cars...are...overrated..." Maes wheezed as he slowly pushed himself upright and took a moment longer to finally catch his breath before asking. "So what's this about you getting married?"

Roy didn't give him a verbal reply, he just smirked at him.

Giving him that cocky, shit eating smirk that he usually wore when he had something up his sleeve.

The bastard. Maes thought as he got up so that Roy could finally close his door and lock it before he finally asked, "Do you remember Angel?" Maes looked at him for a few seconds, wondering where this had come from. Sure it had been ten years since they had met and then more or less lost the kid that had lent them a hand in Ishbal to cut down on the casualties, but he didn't understand why Roy would bring the girl up now.

As far as the two of them knew, she was dead.

"I remember. Why do you ask?"

"Have you ever visited the flower shop that just opened up a few months ago and looked at the woman that runs it? I don't mean in passing, I mean really looked at her."

"No, can't say that I have. I'm a happily married man so I tend to ignore sluts. Why do you ask?" Maes said, not to be mean or even hurtful- he was merely stating the truth. To him any woman that took his undivided attention away from his wife, was a slut. It didn't matter if the woman was throwing herself at him or not.

Roy gave him a dark look for lumping Sara in with the rest of the bitches. Especially when he had never seen her up close before. "Because the woman you just lumped in with the rest of the bitches of the world is Angel. I had slight confirmation of this information earlier." Roy said as he brushed by Maes and headed back to his study knowing that the man would follow if for no other reason that idle curiosity.

"Your kidding! How do you know that it's her?"

"I walk by that shop everyday on my way home, Maes. I notice a lot more than people tend to think I do," Roy said as if that explained everything that he had just said. Even though it didn't. "Like her age, her looks, the way she speaks and moves is still the same. I didn't realize it before but I do now. And then there is her eyes... I have seen a lot of people with blue eyes Maes, but never like those."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"It means everything," Roy argued as he picked up a copy of the file that he had on Sara when he had wasted military resources just to investigate her and handed it to Maes. "Look at that and tell me you don't see anything suspicious." He said as he dropped down into his chair as Maes fingered through the file.

"It's clean. No criminal activities and such. Even from a young age- there's nothing... Oh. I see." He finally said with a wry grin as he set the file down.

The woman's file was indeed clean, perhaps a little bit too clean. Everything from her schooling to her name was fabricated to help her blend in better with the people around her. Which meant that she had more than a little something to hide, most likely.

"What would you like me to do?" Maes finally asked as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose a little bit.

"I want you to help me figure out if it really is her. I can't approach this with just instinct and a gut feeling. It wouldn't be right, especially if I somehow got the wrong girl."

"And if it is Angel? What then? Do you plan to upend the life she has now to simply satisfy your curiosity?"

"Doing so would be cruel. No- that isn't what I want. I finally want to settle down and Angel is my ideal girl. If it is her, I want you to help me figure out how to court her. And even if she isn't Angel, I would ask the same of you. At least until I can get my foot in the door."

"Your not asking for much then are you?"

"I'm planning to marry the woman so no- I don't think I am." Roy said as he got up and slowly moved towards the window behind his desk so that he could look out of it and nearly did a double take when he thought that he saw Sara across the street from his home. Narrowing his eyes for a moment, he turned away from the window to open one of his desk drawers and pulled out a pair of military grade binoculars and then returned to the window just in time to confirm that it was indeed her.

He could make out the color of her eyes as she stood there looking up at his study window with a puzzled frown on her lovely face before she huffed and shook her head and turned her back to him and headed up the short walkway to the...house across from his own...

"No way." He muttered as she reached the door and unlocked it before entering and closing the door at the same exact time that Roy dropped his binoculars and went running out of the study, startling Maes slightly and causing him to jump where he sat as his friend returned and shoved a measuring glass into his hand and quickly jerked him up out of his seat and pulled him towards the front door where he quickly told him to run across the street- and pointed at the house he had seen her enter- and knock on the door and ask to borrow some sugar or something and then shoved him out of his home and slammed the door.

Leaving Maes standing there wondering about Roy's erratic behavior before he sighed and went to do as the man bid knowing that he usually had a fairly good reason for pushing him around like this.

Making his way to the house that Roy had pointed to he took note of the meticulously manicured lawn, the newly planted magnolia trees, the bed of tulips, mini sunflowers, poppies, daisies, irises and flowering bushes and vines. There were peonies and some fragrant white, blue and pink lilies planted on either side of the porch as he walked up the three steps to get to the door.

The house itself looked fairly new. And was probably just under three years old. It was two stories like Roy's home was, however it was also smaller, and more cozy looking than Roy's huge frigging tomb of a home.

Lifting a hand, he was about to knock when the front door was flung open and a young woman glared at him as she growled out, "What?"

Talk about unfriendly. Maes thought to himself before noticing that she had a haphazard look to her appearance and her face was flushed a fetching soft pink color that made him blink. Come to think of it- maybe she snapped at him because she had been busy.

She certainly looked as if she had been doing something.

"Oh, hello. Forgive the intrusion miss, but I was wondering if I could borrow a cup full of sugar?"

The woman huffed slightly, but nodded and told him to hold on for a second and then turned and left him standing at the door while she went to fetch him some sugar. However he noted that she had forgotten the measuring cup in his hand.

She must have been gone for less that two minutes before returning with a whole bag of sugar and a plastic bag of something else with some tulips stuffed inside of it.

"Here. Take that and these too." She said as she handed him the sugar and whatever was in the plastic bag, including the flowers and then carefully placed a hand on his chest and pushed him a step or so back and then reentered her home and slammed the door.

Maes jumped a bit as the door slamming scared him, yet it didn't stop him from looking down at what she had handed him and thinking, Roy better appreciate this, as he turned and made his way back to his house to deliver the stuff to him and whine until the man sent him home.