Kay guys, here it is. This is the final chapter in this saga. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 12

Riza Hawkeye sighed as she listened to the thump of her boots tapping lightly on the floor of Head Quarters. It was her first day back in the office since she had been captured and she couldn't be more relieved. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy spending time with Roy (It was going to take some time to remember to call him Colonel) but she was ready for things to go back to normal.

She opened the door the outer office and was greeted with a resounding "Surprise!" Havoc and Breda pulled her quickly into the office , closing the door behind her to block the excessive amount of noise from the rest of the building. Fuery passed her a drink and smiled warmly as he and Falman welcomed her back. She thanked them politely inwardly shaking her head; they would us any excuse to avoid their work. Sure Falman and Fuery worked diligently enough, but then they probably weren't the ones be hind the party either. When it came to excuses, Havoc and Breda were as bad as the Colonel (Okay, maybe not that long).

Riza tried to wade toward her desk through the decorations that had gone somewhat overboard; she suspected that was Havoc's doing. She stopped short of where he desk should have been, seeing only balloons and streamers filling the now empty space.

"Fuery?" The young man appeared at her elbow immediately.

"Yes, sir?"

"Where is my desk?"

"Oh! The Colonel asked that we move it into his office." the tone of his voice sounded as if he was surprised that she was unaware of the move. Riza shook her head and spoke a soft thank you to Fuery and went into the colonel's office to put her things on her desk.

Some ten minutes later, Roy mad his way into the office. Everyone called a morning greeting to him as he read his way carefully through the mess.

"Oh, Colonel, there's a surprise waiting in the corner for you." Havoc advised him with a jerk of his thumb at the corner in question.

Roy paused, uncertain whether or not to look. The last time Havoc had a surprise for him it had involved a stripper and leaving Roy handcuffed to his office chair. He would have been stuck there until the next morning if Hawkeye hadn't accidentally left her book in her desk and found him in his boxers, his white shirt hanging from his elbows.

Finally Roy shrugged mentally as he moved toward the corner. There was no way havoc could have anything there that was nearly as humiliation as that last incident had been. Roy managed to push through the last of the balloons that blocked his path and stopped, a look of complete surprise on his face.

Ed sat in the corner, a confident smile of success streaking across his face as he fiddled idly with something in his hands. Next to him, his head lolling on his shoulder in unconsciousness, was Talsi, wrapped tightly in chains in an office chair and that in turn chained to the floor by Roy assumed Ed's alchemy.

"I was right," Ed commented, climbing to his feet lazily. He grinned more broadly and moved passed Roy for the door. "Almost as much fun as kicking your ass."

Roy let him go, smiling and shaking his head. He turned to Talsi's unconscious form, looked him over once and removed a pen from his pocket. Roy sketched a small transmutation circle on the chain, brushing his finger across it and snapping the ling. Then he turned and the man sitting there.

"Havoc," Roy called through the overblown decorations, "please escort Mr. Talsi to the MP's office and have him charged with attempting human alchemy and the kidnapping of a military officer. The rest of you clean this place up. I enjoy a good party as much as the rest of you, but we have work to do."

Roy made his way carefully to his office grabbing a balloon just before opening the door and closed it snuggly behind him as he moved for his desk. He took a seat in his chair and began to toss it idly in the air and bat it between his hands. He glanced over at Hawkeye and saw that she was already working diligently on the papers that had piled on her desk in her absence. Roy smirked and tapped the balloon, sending it against the Lieutenant's back.

"Back to business as usual, is it Riza?" The woman looked up from her work, a reproving glare on her face for his use of her first name. Then her expression softened and she smiled, shaking her head and turning back to her work.

"Yes, sir."

FIN