Her fingers slipped through the door, only lightly brushing the wood before pressing it into its frame. She danced along the doorknob, locking it silently and delving into her thoughts.

"Come back for more, kitty?" her head snapped forward but her gaze never touched his face. His question went unanswered and she walked forward, unzipping her leather jacket and letting it slide off her shoulder onto the floor behind her.

She passed him, waving away the heavy smoke that radiated from the cigarette between his lips.

A firm hand was soon on her wrist and she stopped.

"New targets listed on the desk." he said through a mouthful of nicotine. She didn't move. He brought his hand up to his mouth and took the cigarette between his fingers. "Haven't seen ya in a while, babe."

She turned, letting his hand slide off hers and lace itself on her back. She sat herself quietly on the blonde's lap reaching forward with her hand to his wrist, bringing the cigarette to her own lips and tugging it from his fingers. The confusion in his eyes amused her, and she puffed on it for a moment, then stood, shaking his hand off of her.

She dropped it to the ground, letting it sizzle on the dark wood and then crushed it with the toe of her boot.

"These thing'll kill you." she huffed. She continued forward, reaching up to take her hair from its settled place on her head. She could almost feel the anger from her partner but ignored it and continued to decompress. She stepped out of her boots and black leather pants and into a pair of tight jeans and sneakers.

The woman leaned over the table, feeling her shoulders pop. The position she'd been in with the sniper really took a tole on her body.

She felt a presence beside her and ignored him.

"Got any good ones, Riza?" she smirked at the sound of her name. She hadn't heard it from him in a long time.

She scanned the paper, feeling his hand on her waist. She, again, ignored it and read through the page. She skipped several paragraphs and found a name, tensing at the familiarity.

"Something interesting?" two hands pulled her upwards by her waist, turning her towards him and pulling her close.

She narrowed her eyes at his, leaving her arms at her sides and frowning at the movement of his hands to her back.

"I thought I told you, Havoc," she said quietly, "this," she glanced down at the severe lack of space between the two, "isn't a thing." Riza pulled her hands up and pushed him away, turning back to the paper and snatching it from the desk.

"Alchemist Roy Mustang, age twenty-five, living in Resembool in Amestris. Supposedly uncovered the files at Library Seven," she paused and swallowed, her eyes going back to the man before her. The off-white tank top suit him well, and the ruffled blonde mess of hair on his head always interested her, but not anymore.

"And?" his eyes questioned her simple act. He noticed things. That was why he was so good at his job.

"And nothing. I'm off to go take care of him now." she responded, tearing the paper in her palms. She turned, trotting into the next room, her room, and tossing the torn papers into a bin. She glanced out the open door to see his back turned, and she slipped her tight long-sleeve off and slid a look sweater over her head.

Her anxiety showed through the sweat on her palms. She stood on her toes to see that he was staring.

Her glare was enough to make him go to his own quarters.

She tussled her hair, glancing into a cracked mirror and applying a few strokes of dark eyeliner and then slid her hands over the wrinkles in her clothes.

Riza walked from her spot to her closet, opening the door carefully and finding a wall of handguns and snipers. She grabbed two, inspecting them with narrowed eyes. She found ammunition in a drawer and loaded the guns carefully and slipping a holster over her shoulders, placing one barrel in each pouch.

She ran her fingers through her hair once more, and snatched a pair of black glasses before stepping from the room.

He was waiting for her, holding a white jacket with a single hand, a new cigarette lit in his teeth.

She held out her arms, letting him pull it over her. She could feel the resentment by the way he dropped the jacket on her back.

"Thanks, Jean." she breathed, brushing the jacket off and walking towards the exit. She opened the door, not bothering to glance back, and stepped back out, feeling just how tired she was as she stumbled down the stairs.

She found herself in the street before she knew it. She quietly observed the crowds of shoppers in the mart, and almost bought fruit for herself until she remembered she was on a job.

This life had taken a toll on her. Killing for money. After the war she had no desire to continue her military career. And the offer that Jean had given her was just downright irresistible. She'd already had him, but the money was a good perk. She'd blinded herself to the cruelty of death and she now welcomed the feeling of accomplishment of the falling of a human.

It was something she'd never thought she'd find herself believing.

And truthfully she hated herself everyday. She hated the title. Assassin. She didn't assassinate. She murdered.

The royal name pierced her heart. But it kept her alive.

It wasn't so much about the money. But it kept her focused. And she didn't have to worry about sleepless nights unless she chose to.

Her legs carried her to the train station. She had numbed herself to noise and the shrill cry of the train woke her from her daze.

She sat on the bench to the side of the tracks. She found comfort in the chaos of the crowd. The swell of people from the opening doors of the train brought a smile to her lips. Not much did that.

And suddenly she realized she could have missed her chance. He could be gone. What was she doing?

She stood, quickly crossing her arms and shoving her way into the crowd. The people began to disperse, and the train called again for its last travelers.

Riza began to panic.

Her eyes shifted as she tried to keep calm. But her shoulder smashed into something sturdy and she reeled back. Her eyes met another pair and she opened her mouth to apologize.

"I'm sorry-" his voice came first.

"I- No it's alright, it was my fault." she replied, wavering on her feet. And then her mind snapped back into killer mode. It was him.

Grey eyes and black hair. It was him.

"Riza?" There was that damn name again. She forced a grin and reached to shake his hand.

"Good to see you again- err?"

"Just Roy... got out as soon as I could." her heart began to tangle into itself. It scarred her insides. He'd given up so easily?

"You didn't follow your dreams?" she asked over the voices around them. She felt her nerves tingling. She was ready to be rid of him.

The blush on his face almost made her change her mind though. He smirked and adjusted the satchel on his shoulder. He looked so handsome out of uniform she almost wanted to flirt.

"I'm just trying to master alchemy now," her back began to itch, "and erm-"

"You're welcome." she said, fighting back the urge to shoot him right there. He'd stolen her father's work and her dignity and used it to murder and now he wanted more? What made her even more angry was that the tattoo was still completely in tact on her flesh and she wished every day she could tear it from her body.

The taller man's eyes shifted downwards.

"How's your father?" he asked.

"Dead." she shifted her weight. She wanted him alone so that she could get this over with. "Don't worry about it though, I'm just glad you're alright." She was honest. She hadn't seen him since the decline of the war.

"I'm glad to see you too." his eyes were too bright. His eyes were just like when they were teenagers. When they'd play and flirt with each other madly. When they'd talk endlessly until her father tore Roy away from her to study.

Inseparable friends until a better opportunity came along.

"Alright, well I know you're probably a busy woman, and-" his voice was drowned out by the sound of a leaving train.

He paused with an embarrassed smile. She smiled back. She used to find it cute but now it was sickening.

"You'll have to tell me why you came to Central." she called out. He smiled and nodded, touching his bag again nervously.

"You can call me - if you want!" he said loudly, the train roaring beside them. The awkward tenseness between the two brought a red color to her cheeks. He reached into his pocket, drawing out a small card with torn edges. She took it with a grin and tightened her fingers around it.

"I hope to see you," he said, leaning forward to brush his lips on her cheek. He then gave a nod, and she, ironically, saluted, and he went on his way.

She felt a warmness draw over her as she watched him walk away. She shook it from herself and strode through the crowd once more.

No she was not having feelings for the first boy she kissed.

No she was not thinking about refusing to kill him.

No.

She found herself climbing the stairs again, and then stepping into the apartment. And then Havoc's hands were pulling off her jacket. And staring at her guns.

"You didn't kill him." his voice was flat with irritation.

"Childhood friend-"

"Lover?" Her eyes narrowed and she stepped closer to him.

"No."

He smirked. She hated that smirk.

"But you wanted him." Of course he could tell. Havoc was a lustful man and he noticed things. He noticed every kind of thing, especially sinful things.

She just shook her head, but she knew very well that he was right. Soon his lips were against hers and she wasn't fighting.

"Are you gonna kill 'em?" he breathed against her neck. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

That was the question.

"Of course I will." She pushed him away and stepped into her room, flicking off the lights and diving into the small bed.

She heard him standing in the doorway, his heavy and aching breath put the pain back in her chest. How could she kill her old friend? How could she kill him?

"You have to do it sometime," he said, his arm resting against the doorframe.

"I'll do it when I want to, alright?" she replied, her face burrowed into the pillow.

She breathed quietly until he left, and she could smell the cigarette smoke later in the night.

Alchemist Roy Mustang. Of course he was her next target.

She rolled over on her bed several times. Once during the dead of the night she felt Havoc slide into bed with her and just let beside her.

Sometimes it hurt her to see him lonely like this. He was a people person. A lady's man. Not some hermit to be trapped up with her.

Maybe if his skills got better the boss would let him out more.

Maybe if the boss knew about her and Roy she could forget about killing him and maybe even love him again.

When she finally stepped out of bed in the morning she threw out the cigarettes and left her coat and her weapons on the table.

The only thing she took was the card she'd be given and the hope that Havoc would forgive her for throwing away his precious addiction.

A/N: I do not plan on continuing this- I may add chapters onto this document because I'm utterly in love with this AU, but I won't make this a continuous story. I apologize for mistakes/inaccuracies. I haven't edited this one.

Enjoy and reviews are appreciated.