File Huntings

She had been straightening up the haphazard piles of papers on Roy’s desk when the door creaked open and a gloved arm reached over to the light-switch and flicked it on before showing its owner.

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye stood up and saluted Major Maes Hughes as he slunk into the office and waved off her salute with an “office hours are over, Hawkeye. At ease, Lieutenant.”

She shifted uncomfortably before sitting back down and concentrating on the task at hand. “He’s not here, if that’s who you’re looking for,” were her final words of the night.

That is, if he’d just leave and go hunt down Roy in one of the local bars where the Colonel was probably flirting with some tramp in exchange for information. Not exactly a practice she approved of, but whatever worked for the Colonel worked for her.

She just didn’t have to like it. Nor did anyone need to know that she didn’t like it.

Hughes was still present, now standing in front of the desk where she sat before he turned his back to her and sat on the desk’s edge. “Just your luck, Miss Riza, I’m not looking for Roy because he’s doing the usual intelligence work.”

A blond eyebrow cocked as she looked up at him once more.

“I’m not going to eat you, Hawkeye.” His voice was only half-serious as he twisted to face her, a hand peeling off the glove of the other and sliding the papers out of his way.

“I’d certainly hope not, Hughes. Because then your plan to get Roy up to Fuhrer would fail miserably. He’d never get his work finished.” She retorted, slapping a hand on a paper pile that threatened to fall over the edge. “Hughes,” she spoke warningly, her face in the icy glare that told normal people to “run like hell and don’t look back or I’ll shoot your face off.”

Maes just tapped her nose with a finger and laughed before standing. “You see that look? That’s why you’re here in the first place.” A few steps found him behind the desk with her and crouching in front of a file drawer muttering “I know he keeps those profiles here somewhere.”

Riza stayed silent during his foray of the file drawers, standing only as he made his way around the chair to the other bank of drawers.

“Look over here, Hawkeye.” He spoke quietly, apparently having found what he was looking for.

She turned her head to look only to stop as a pair of soft lips pressed against hers.