Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Business as Usual ❯ Concerned Acusations ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hey there again, I'm back. Sorry about the impossibly long update, but my laptop lost it's power cable for the last week and I have been unable to post. I did find it and now here's the new chapter. I hope you enjoy.

Roy climbed to his feet groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes while gazing around his spacious living room. Sunlight fell across the marble floor in long sheets as Roy stretched back relieve the tightness in his shoulders. Yawning he walked into the kitchen and poured a glass of water for himself, scratching at the back of his neck as he trudged to the back of the house to his bedroom. He paused at the door, knocking softly.

“Hawkeye? Are you awake?” Hearing nothing from inside the room, Roy crinkled his brow, confused. Has she already left for work? Turning the knob, he found it to be unlock and pushed his way into the room. “Hawkeye? Lieutenant, are you here?” Looking around the room, Roy saw nothing out of the ordinary. A pair of his khaki pants lay on the floor, the window slightly ajar, and the bed rumpled from it’s now missing occupant.

Well I guess she really was angry with me. She didn’t even wake me when she left this morning. Picking up the pants on the floor, Mustang tossed them into the corner to deal with after he got off work. Walking to the bathroom, Roy paused at the window and pulled it firmly closed, then vanished to shower before heading to work. This is going to be a pleasant day.

Roy walked slowly into the office later that morning, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he shut the door behind him. Havoc smacked him on the shoulder as he walked passed him to the door of his office.

“Hey there Colonel. Didn’t expect to see you before noon, sir. I thought you would be too tired to come in any earlier.” Roy gave Havoc a look, raising an eyebrow.

“What is this nonsense you’re spouting, Havoc?”

“So tell us, sir. What size is she really? We’ve been dying to know.” Roy’s jaw dropped and he gazed at Havoc as the other man grinned at him. “Come on, sir. Tell us what Hawkeye’s bra size is. Is she a C or a D? I’ll bet she’s a C.” Roy hit Havoc across the face with the back of his hand sending the other man flying into the stacks of paper on his desk.

“I’ll ask you kindly to stop discussing something you would not speak of in front of the Lieutenant.” Havoc fell off of the desk and onto the floor with a loud grunt.

“Ah, geez sir, I know you were with Hawkeye last night. I admit I was more than a little surprised to find her there. Shirtless no less. We just wanted to know a few of the details. Not everything, just tell us what size she is…and if she’s any good.”

“Havoc if you don’t shut your mouth…” Roy lifted one gloved hands twitching as he turned to his office again.

“Colonel Mustang!” The main office door flew open as Roy just took hold of the knob. Mustang turned around to face a very angry Major Blackman. Nathaniel stopped just sort of the superior officer hands shaking at his sides as he glared at Roy. “Where is Riza? Why didn’t my sister come home last night? What did you do to her?”

Roy stopped where he was the momentary anger he had been feeling faded rapidly as Nathaniel’s words reached him.

“She’s….not….here?”

&# 8220;Great work, Colonel Super-sleuth. No, she’s not here. Now, what did you do to my sister?”

“She…didn’t…go home…this morning?” Blackman looked at Roy some of his anger drifting away at the other man’s complete inability to listen to anything. No wonder Riza never had time for anything other than work with this man.

“Did you not just hear the words that came out of my mouth. I haven’t seen her since she gave me the key to her appartment after work. Last I heard she was at your place.” He poked the Colonel roughly in the chest before folding his arms angrily over his chest.

Roy’s face paled visibly and he slumped into the nearest unoccupied chair. He thought back to that morning as he had readied himself for work, remembering the khaki pants that had lay on the floor near the bed.

“They weren’t mine.” Nathaniel saw the look on Roy’s face and all anger drained from his body.

“What wasn’t yours, sir?”

“The pants next to the bed…they were…Hawkeye’s pants. I thought they…were mine…that I hadn’t….cleaned up before….They were her pants…” A knock sounded at the door and a small secretary peered into the room.

“Colonel Mustang, phone call for you. Outside line.” Roy waved at the girl and went numbly into his office trying to think over what had happened to the Lieutenant after he had seen her.

“Colonel Mustang,” he answered in a hollow tone, not really paying any attention to who was on the other end of the phone.

“My Colonel, I would have thought to have heard you sounding more frantic by now. I had planned originally to say that I have your wife, however, seeing as the lovely woman you claimed to be married to, was referring to you as Colonel last night, I doubt that is true. If you wish to see the lovely lady again, you will do exactly as I tell you.” Roy hesitated, hearing the voice on the other end of the line, wondering for a moment who it was that had dared to take Hawkeye from his room. Then the word “wife” struck his ear and he knew who he was speaking to. There was only one person he had ever introduced Riza to as his wife. Roy motioned for Havoc to start a trace on the call, as he sat down in his chair.

“What do you want, Jericho?” The man chuckled on the other end.

“I’m impressed that you even remember who it is you are speaking to. I’m honored. My demands are simple. Bring an amount of money equal but not limited to 600,000 sens to the river dock at 2200 hours three days from now and we will trade off, the money for your subordinate. Remember however, the sooner you meet these demands the less harm this lovely lady will come to before the trade takes place. The more time passes, the less I will be able to guarantee her safety.” Roy tried to keep the man on the phone for as long as possible.

“How am I supposed to know that she’s not been harmed already? I know my Lieutenant and she wouldn’t have gone calmly.”

“You will just have to trust me that she’s fine. I’ll be waiting for you,” with that the phone line went dead.

“DAMN IT!” Roy threw the receiver down on the base and rubbed his face with his other hand.

“Havoc! How close did you get on that trace?” Havoc’s head slipped into the doorway, a red hand mark on one side of his face.

“Sorry, sir, I only just got the line tapped when you got disconnected. I didn’t even have time to start the trace.”

“Havoc when this is over remind me to dock your off time. I would dock your pay but you would probably starve to death.” Havoc’s face dropped and he slipped back into the outer office with a soft whimper.

“Shall I report this to the higher ups, sir?” Falman looked over Roy’s desk as the Colonel flopped down in his chair, spinning to the window as he heaved a sigh.

“No,” he sighed heavily, realizing that he had to get Hawkeye back on his own. “No, don’t tell them. They will be wondering why Hawkeye was at my place and even though it was for a valid reason and nothing happened, it could severely damage both of our careers. I won’t allow that to happen. No, Falman, we’re doing this ourselves.” The men in the office looked at Roy and nodded, all of them understanding.

“Now,” Roy rose from his desk. “Havoc, get Lieutenant Colonel Hughes on the phone from central. Falman, you and Breda get on the streets see what word you can find about this, if any. Fuery, I need you to stick with the usual office routine; we can’t afford to fall behind because of this. Hawkeye would kill us all when she gets back if we did. Blackman, go to the National Library’s branch here and look through the records to see if you can find anything on Jericho Talsi.”

“Sir, with all due respect, I would much rather…” Roy raised a hand to cut the younger officer’s sentence short.

“I know you want to do something more productive in finding your sister, but I can’t allow that. You’re too close to the situation to keep your head level and stay calm, and I really need that information if it’s available.” Blackman opened his mouth to argue farther, but Roy spoke first to override what the other man was going to say. “That’s an order, Major.”

Blackman stood fuming in front of the Colonel, glaring at him as his fisted hands shook at his sides.

“Yes, sir!” Turning on his heal, Nathaniel left the office, slamming the door behind him. Roy sighed and turned back to the others.

“Falman, Breda, keep an eye out for him while you’re in town. If you find him, drag him home and lock him up. He won’t be able to keep a level head in this. You all have your orders. Dismissed.” The men saluted and left the office in silence. Roy flopped back down in his chair again, and gazing out the door. He could just make out the corner of Hawkeye’s desk from where he sat, and he felt his heart tug painfully in his chest. If he didn’t get her back safe, he wasn’t going to forgive himself.


So what do you think? Did you like it? I realize I didn't resolve much of the cliffhanger from the last chapter but that's part of the story. So please review and tell me what you think. Anyways the next chapter is coming along well, and I hope to have it up soon. See you then.