Bunny twisted her key in the lock as slowly as possible to avoid any loud noise to be made in case Emil was already asleep. The house was deadly quiet, the only sounds being the floorboards creaking under Bunny's feet. She was surprised to see all the lights had been off, just the way she'd left it that morning. Usually, Emil would've switched on every light there was in the house, due to his apparent hatred for darkness. Maybe he'd tried to fix himself for her sake? The mere thought made Bunny snort. Emil was too caught up in himself and his work to worry about her feelings.

Realizing she wasn't all that tired just yet, Bunny entered the kitchen, switched on the stove and plumped herself down on the chair, waiting for the water to boil in order to brew herself some late night tea. It had been an eventful night, and all she wanted to do at this point was wind down. She glanced at the table to see a newspaper sprawled out across the surface, its pages all strewn. Groaning, she began gathering them up, mumbling under her breath in annoyance towards her careless fiancé.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Emil, can't you be a bit more sensitive to your surroundings…?"

Before she could toss the paper into the trash bin, the headline caught her eye. "Fritz Lang Announces Possible Production of 'The Accidental Pariah", it read. Bunny furrowed her eyebrows. Why would he begin production on a Western novel, she thought. The novel was not a very famous, or good, one. Bunny herself hadn't even read it yet. She'd seen one of the doctors back at the hospital skimming through the pages with little to no interest. There was a badly drawn portrait of Franklin Roosevelt on the front cover, and the curled expression on the doctor's face told Bunny that it wasn't a very enjoyable read.

Still, the title drew her to the headline. She'd seen Fritz Lang's name in the newspapers several times in the past few years. He was a well-known and talented film maker, but since the conspiracy with the Thule Society, he'd grown more wary and cautious of his publicity. But now here he was, on the front cover of an English newspaper, let alone what his fame must be like in Germany. Something told Bunny there was another motive behind his actions.

The whistle of the kettle shook Bunny out of her thoughts. Shaking her head, she dismissed all thoughts from her mind. She was never one to be interested in politics, anyway. They bored her.

"I'll let the activists take on that fight," she mumbled out loud, plopping in the Earl Grey tea bag into her mug. "This Bunnys already got her hands full with another pair of superficial cowards."

Taking a deep breath, her eyes wavered towards the ceiling. Her life so odd now. Ever since finding Winry… and meeting Edward and Alphonse… Speaking of, she wondered if Ed had finally came around to telling Alphonse about what had happened. She hoped he had. Bunny herself needed to talk to Alphonse. They hadn't spoken since… that night. When she'd payed him a visit. Her soul had crushed every second of that conversation, but she had to do it. Not only for his sake, but for Winry's too. Alphonse was an important asset to her safe keeping, and as of now, rescue.

She sighed, raising the mug to her lips, and then placing it back down again after her lips met with scalding hot liquid. Where was Emil? Was he sleeping early for a change? He'd be going back to Germany soon, she knew. In just two days. He'd promised her it would be his final trip. She wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but she simply shrugged. They would get married as soon as he returned. Then, maybe she'd quit her job. Perhaps they could move somewhere nice and quiet, and begin a family. She'd had more than enough of the depressing environment of the institute. She wondered quietly about how Jacob would react. He'd be upset that one of his 'prized' doctors was leaving. Bunny shook her head quietly, a small smile creeping across her lips.

Jacob… Edward had his suspicions about him, didn't he? She didn't want to believe he would have anything to do with the kidnapping of Winry, but she couldn't completely write him off as innocent either. Edward had some evidence that would point towards him, but everything was still so unclear to them both. Regardless, their main objective was to find Winry. Dealing with the culprit would have to wait. Bunny traced the brim of her mug with her index finger, then raised it to her mouth, taking in a big gulp. The warmth of the beverage spread through her body, making her visibly sink into her chair. Bunny closed her eyes, a small smile spreading across her lips.

Everything would be alright. Everything was alright…

RING!

Bunny's eyes snapped open. What time was it?

RING!

No time to think-! OW, JESUS-! Bunny had leapt to her feet only to feel a sharp pain shoot up her spine. Leaning over the table with one hand rubbing her spine, she glanced at the clock hanging over her counter top. It read '5:53'. She'd fallen asleep at the table? No wonder her back was killing her. A half full cup of Earl Grey tea sat in her mug in isolation, probably the same temperature as water from a garden hose by now.

RING!

Bunny limped her way over to the phone, feeling the nausea of her early awakening getting to her. Swallowing, she lifted the phone to her ear, wiping her groggy eyes, which she suspected had nasty bags hanging beneath them.

"Y-Ye… YAAAAAAWNN… Yes? I-I mean hello?"

A shuffling noise was heard on the other end. Bunny raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?" she repeated. She heard a light sigh from the other end. Bunny began to grow frightened. She straightened her back, her eyebrows forming into a frown. "Hello? Is someone there?"

The voice seemed to hesitate for a moment. It stuttered several times, as if wanting to speak, but losing their words the moment their lips parted. Something began stirring in Bunny's heart. Her forehead had beads of sweat building up on it. She felt very frightened, although unsure why. Something in her mind told her it wasn't a wrong number.

"I…" She began. "I'll hang up if you don-"

"Warehouse 305…" a shaky male voice whispered.

"What?" Bunny immediately replied frantically. "What do you mean-… Where is it? Tell me where it is!" She yelled into the speaker.

"Carmen Bo- beep."

Bunny's heart beat violently in her chest. Without missing a beat, she snatched a napkin from the table, pulling open every drawer in frantic search of a writing utensil.

"305 Carmen, 305 Carmen, 305 Carmen, 305…" She repeated to herself quietly, until finally she found an uncapped pen inside a drawer filled to the brim with old letters. She pressed the napkin against the wall and scribbled down 'Warehouse 305' in the center, and 'Carmen B-O' beneath it. The line cut off before he could finish his last line.

Bunny didn't wait around. She quickly grabbed her jacket, and ran out the front door, jogging towards the main street. There still wasn't a single car on the road, and she doubted she'd find any cabs at this early hour.

The bus will have to suffice.

He blinked twice. The tickle of grass against his skin was what brought forth his consciousness of his surroundings. How had he gotten there? Something told him that he'd been asleep. When he had awoken, he was unsure of. It felt like he'd been there from the very beginning. The sweet scent of nectar and calla lilies filled his nose. They reminded him of her. She'd always loved picking flowers with his mother. She never called them flowers, though. He didn't know why. She thought them to be beautiful, but refused to call them by their true names. Whenever he'd question her about it, she'd grant him the same response: "Our fates are the same: inevitable. Would that make me a flower, too, Edward?"

He wouldn't question her stupidity, but he would call her out on it. Even now, as he lay in the grass, enveloped by the sun's warm blanket that kissed his skin, he saw her face looming over his. It didn't startle him, and he barely winced. Her golden head blocked out the blinding sun, and instead replaced it with her smile. Edward saw no difference in the two. He lifted a metal hand to her cheek, temporarily forgetting that he wouldn't be able to feel her that way.

But he did, somehow.

The smooth skin of her cheek felt soft beneath his touch. He watched as small goose bumps rose on her arms and neck in response to the feeling of cool metal on her skin. Her smile didn't waver for a moment. She straddled his stomach, gently caressing his scalp with her long, slender fingers.

She was beautiful.

His free, flesh hand rested on her thigh, and grew sweaty from the heat of the sun and her skin beneath the thin fabric of her sun dress. Their eyes bore into each other, and they refused to look away. She wore a smile on her lips, and he, in his eyes. His mouth twitched, parting lips and her name fell upon his tongue. She responded to him, as she always would, leaning down to meet him half way.

They would always reach each other.

Her pink lips pressed softly against his, and he felt his heart leaping from his chest. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, keep her close. He wanted her to engulf his entire being, and he knew she would be his with a mere word. She cupped his face, tilting her head to the side, breaking away, then pressing another chaste kiss against his lips. He allowed his flesh hand to wander through her hair, for fear of her sunshine tresses being caught in the nooks of his metal limb. Their kiss began to intensify, growing more and more desperate. From the pit of his stomach, he felt something growing. A longing, a feeling of anxiety. He'd been so calm a moment ago. Was this moment just another coax? Was this bliss really something he didn't deserve? He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, rolling over on the grass and trapping her beneath him in fear that she'd be taken away from him again. In that moment, he knew things wouldn't be the same again.

It was yet another one of his immaculate misconceptions.

"EDWARD!"

Edward sprang awake from the sound of his brother shaking him awake. It took him several pants and blinks to truly register his brother's worried expression.

"A-Al? What? What is it? What happened?"

"Bunny's here," Alphonse replied quickly. "She got a phone call."

In a heartbeat, Edward was on his feet, staggering towards the living room. He stumbled from the head rush, only to have his arm grabbed by Alphonse, who snapped at him to be more careful.

He leaned against the doorframe, panting, his vision still blurred from mid rest. He saw Bunny seated on the couch in deep discussion with Noah. Kain was nowhere to be seen. Noticing the two enter the room, her eyes darted to Edward, and she leapt to her feet.

"Ed!" She cried, rushing over to him. "We need to leave. Now. Kain is getting the car started."

"What-?!"

"We'll explain in the car, Edward!" Noah cried, tying her cloak at the neck frantically. Bunny nodded in approval, and followed Noah out the door. Alphonse reemerged out of his bedroom, and tossed Edward's jacket to him.

They group piled into the car, and Kain started the engine. Bunny sat in the front seat beside him. She dipped her hand into the pocket of her coffee-coloured trench coat, and fished out a small napkin. She twisted her body to face the two brothers.

"Edward," she began. "Alphonse knows…?"

"Yes." Alphonse responded quickly. Bunny stared at him for a while, then nodded.

"That makes things easier," she whispered. "Someone called me today, Edward."

"Who was it?" He asked. "Did you recognize the voice?"

Bunny shook her head. "N-No…" she mumbled regretfully. "Their voice was really… defeated."

Edward raised an eyebrow. "Defeated?"

Bunny nodded. "Defeated. They sounded tired and desperate. It was the voice of a man… He just stuttered a few times, then said 'Warehouse 305'. I didn't even bother asking him what he meant…"

"Warehouse 305?" Edward repeated. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know." She replied. "I asked him where it was and before he could tell me the whole address, the line got cut off." She turned away momentarily to roll open the napkin, which seemed to have something scribbled upon it with faded black ink.

"'Carmen Bo'." She finished.

"Boulevard." Kain said in a stern voice. "Carmen Boulevard. It's in the ghetto slums. Filled with a bunch of abandoned warehouses and wasteland. A bomb was dropped there during the war, nobody ended up fixing it back up."

"An old war ground?" Noah breathed. "That must be some ways away."

Kain nodded. "It's far, alright."

Edward shook his head. "Wait how do we even know Winrys there?"

Bunny turned back at him and blinked. "It's the best lead we have right now."

"You're just going off of a whim cause some psycho called you." Edward replied.

"I-it's not a whim, Edward…" She mumbled, looking away. "I just know it has something to do with her."

Turning back, Bunny gave him a look of regret and sheer sadness. Edward raised his eyebrows.

"Edward, it was the voice of a grown man." She whispered, barely audibly. "An... old man."

Edward's eyes widened upon realizing what she was implying. His heart burned and melted at the same time.

A.N: I know, I'm a really crappy fanfic author . I take hiatuses by the months. I really am sorry, I really wish I had the time to write weekly chapters, but I don't. I'm not sure how I managed to finish this one, to be honest. Its 2:27 a.m here right now and I've got a big test tomorrow. But I missed AIM a lot, and I missed you guys, so it had to be done.

I regret to say the story will be ending in just a few more chapters... I'm honestly very surprised its almost at 30 chapters right now. It's really insane, I never intended to make this story longer than 8 or 9 chapters, and I didn't intend to go so in depth with all the characters, either. But, support from you guys happened, and inspiration to me happened, and here we are. I've been working on this story for over a year and a half now, which is CRAZY. Really, really crazy. I honestly appreciate every single one of you who favourited, followed and reviewed this story. It really is my prized possession as far as writing goes. (: Fenton loves you, and I'll see you guys again real soon in the next chapter 3