Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

AN: First published FMA fanfic so bear with me as I'm still trying to juggle all the information and different worlds associated with this fandom. Thanks to insomnia I thought a AU story with a feel of Alias/Mr. And Mrs. Smith with an M rating was needed. Probably has been done, but what hasn't? And who doesn't want RoyAi smut? Having some fun, so hopefully you don't mind the read.

Summary: Amestris is a different world. War lingers on the horizon to the North and West and the military is more interested in espionage than genocide. Increased tensions between Creta and Drachma drew attention away from an extermination campaign in Ishval in order to protect the country from invasion. Creta has encouraged terrorist attacks while Drachma relies on espionage; Each country seeking to weaken the heavily militarized state of Amestris before starting a war. It's a Cold War, with tensions running high and everyone uneasy...but no official war to fight in the open.

Enter our heroes. Roy Mustang is a state alchemist and teaches at the military academy as his cover. When not talking down to cadets or forgetting to grade papers, he's at work with friend and partner Maes Hughes trying to stop terrorists from killing the good people of his country. At the end of the day he goes home to his wife Riza and pretends to be a boring professor instead of a government counter terrorism agent trying to save the world.

Riza Mustang is far from the secretary that her husband believes she is. To protect him from the dangers of her life as a spy she has to lie to him and he thinks she works at the First Bank of Amestris. Her codename is Hawkeye, one of country's best secret agents in the war against Drachma's ruthless spies. She's a crack shot, skilled in combat techniques, infiltration methods and the occasional undercover op. Her partner is Rebecca Catalina who handles armaments, intell and support.

Neither knows of the others secret identity.

Covert Affairs

Chapter 1

The New Recruit

Roy looked up from the newspaper as Riza served him his breakfast. "How did you say you got that cut on your lip again?"

She smiled. "It was stupid, I just walked into the filing cabinet like an idiot."

He frowned. She wasn't a clumsy woman, in fact she was far from it. He didn't really think much on it last night when he came home and she explained the injury but now it just didn't sit right with him. Accidents happened, but this seemed odd. "It looks a lot worse than it did yesterday."

"Eat your breakfast before it gets cold or you're late to work." She pushed his plate to him and looked at her reflection in the toaster. Damn, that did look bad. She cursed herself for letting that Drachma girl land a hit yesterday. She got careless and thought the other spy had already been subdued and went to grab the leaked intell before it floated down the sewer system. Stupid move. Now she was forced to lie to her husband yet again.

Roy didn't want to press the issue, but he couldn't recall filing cabinets being that tall in the office that she worked in. He mentally chided himself, he didn't need to question everything his wife told him. She wasn't the enemy. He had to save that for people who really required his scrutiny. He ignored the scrambled eggs and bacon and went over to molest her a little before they had to leave for work. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you self conscious."

Riza leaned into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pretended like his next move wasn't going to be groping her. She leaned back and placed a light kiss on his lips right before his right hand drifted up and began to rub the bottom of her breast. "Stop procrastinating. It's not setting a good example if you're always late."

"I say we skip breakfast and do something else on this table to start the morning off right."

She slapped his hand as he tried to snake his way into her blouse. "Go to work Roy. If you wouldn't stay up so late reading then maybe you could come to bed before I was asleep."

He frowned as she straightened her blouse and kissed him goodbye. Of course the only time he could do work in his study was after she went to bed. Last thing he needed was to come up with an explanation for the diagrams of incendiary devices he was studying. "Noted."

"Have a good day at work."

He nodded and replied. "You too."

She walked out of the house and wondered what was up with him lately. He was so tired and working so late, it had to be something having to do with his research. God knows, he'd never stay up to grade papers.

Roy rubbed his eyes and watched the toast she made for him pop out of the toaster. He was going to have to start going to bed sooner. He yawned and grabbed the toast and walked back over to the table then slid his eggs and bacon onto it to make a to-go breakfast sandwich. He looked down at the paper again and to the article about another explosion at one of the train depots. Well...maybe sleep was overrated.

He blinked at the clock and saw the time. He was glad that his cover was a lazy professor and he could stroll into class as late as he wanted. He made a mental note to make some plans for Friday night so he could take Riza out and get things back on track with them again. Last thing he wanted was his other life interfering with his home life. He needed a damned break.

Edward Elric's eyebrow twitched as his assignment made it's way back to him. His teeth ground together and he restrained himself from making an outburst in the middle of class. However he glared at the arrogant ass casually scribing equations on the chalk board and couldn't wait til he heard the bell and cornered the bastard in his damned office.

"Isn't Professor Mustang dreamy?"

Ed lost his concentration as he heard another giggle and a sigh. He looked to the two older girls beside him and frowned. He was granted admission to the academy several years early thanks to his unique skills as an alchemist. He was recruited by afore mentioned arrogant ass himself while he was on sabbatical and discovered that he and his brother Al had attempted human transmutation. That was a few years ago now, but even he had to admit he wasn't ready to handle college level material at that point. When it came time he sent in his application and was quickly accepted; apparently Mustang's recommendation meant something. Now he was two months into his freshman year and hadn't learned a damned thing except that Professor Mustang was a shitty teacher, never arrived for class on time and felt that his homework was a great resting place for his coffee and bacon sandwich. His high hopes of walking in and immediately taking his state certification were dashed and now he was looking at four long years sitting beside lovestruck teenage girls drooling over their teacher.

"I love his voice too. It's like...making love to my ears."

Ed slammed his fist on the desk and growled.

"Oh sorry kid, probably shouldn't talk about stuff like that around you." The second girl chirped.

Ed looked down at his paper and tried to ignore the whispers next to him as Mustang continued to drone on about the covalent and ionic bonds and kinetic energy required to make his equation work. He stared at the coffee cup ring and the grease stains that ruined his handwritten work . Then there were the words 'Interesting' scrawled across the bottom and 'B-'. Ed knew he didn't even bother to read the paper. Nobody thought alternative layouts of the periodic table was interesting, not even alchemists.

"I wish he taught anatomy."

"Shh...he's married."

"What a lucky girl."

Ed looked at his pencil and considered stabbing himself in the ears. He thought there would be some higher level of professionalism at the military academy but that seemed to not be the case. Even the military let horny fangirls in and employed lazy assholes who couldn't be bothered to be punctual. He looked up as the bell rang and grinned. Finally!

Roy waved non nonchalantly at the work on the board and threw down the chalk on the desk. "Alright, guess we'll start again tomorrow."

"Hey Mustang!" Ed stormed up, and held his paper up and brandished it at the man. "What the hell is this?"

"Your sub-standard work?" Roy replied and picked up his notes and walked to his office as the kid stood there looking like he was going to boil over and brain matter was going to start dripping out of his nose. He opened the door to his office and slammed the door, throwing his course notes on the pile of crap accumulating on the desk. He yawned and looked for his coffee mug as the door swung open and in marched the outraged Ed. "No, please come in. I insist."

"What the hell is this...grease doing on my paper?"

Roy filled up his coffee mug and smirked. "Next time I'll make sure it's more appropriate and use cocktail sauce."

"Did you just call me a shrimp!?"

"Nothing gets by you, does it?"

Ed shook with rage. "I spent hours researching this...wrote it twice...and you use it as a napkin!?"

"You need to figure out how to better manage your time." Roy added some sugar and cream and smiled. "A simple assignment like that is hardly worth hours of research."

"Here...want to use this as a coaster? Seems to be the only use you have for it!" Ed hollered.

Roy sipped his coffee and wondered how many years it was taking off Ed's life to be this dramatic and stressed out. "Lighten up kid."

"B MINUS?" Ed screamed.

Roy squinted to see what he wrote and shrugged again. "Make it more than interesting next time."

"You didn't even read it you asshole!"

"Why the hell would I? Who the hell wants to read about alternative layouts of the periodic table? Could you have picked a more boring subject?"

"AHHHHHH!"

"See, interesting that you chose the most mind numbing topic to research. Thought you'd be more creative." Roy tried not to smile as Ed threw his paper on the ground and sunk into the chair to try and pull his hair out. "Want some coffee? Clearly you don't have enough caffeine in your system already."

"Stop...antagonizing...me!" Ed stood up and glared at him and watched the bastard casually wander over to his desk and sit down. Mustang then put his coffee cup on a test that looked peculiarly like one he had taken earlier that week. He recognized his transmutation circle and leaned forward to see it was indeed his test. "You son of a bitch!"

"What now?" Roy sat down and shook his head. "Do you have something to actually talk with me about or do you think I'm here to council you on your anger because I can assure you it's not the case."

Ed clenched his fists. "Why did you help me get in here if all you want to do is force me to quit!"

"Who said anything about quitting? Really is this all it took to make you want to run back home?"

"I'm here to learn and from what I can see you don't actually teach shit in that classroom just bore the hell out of everyone who isn't drooling over you. What kind of alchemist are you?! You're supposed to seek truth, enjoy the work! You're supposed to help me get my certification!"

"When did I ever agree to that?" Roy asked and watched a vein twitch over his eye. He wondered when he should stop torturing him but it was all to easy. His phone rang and he frowned. So much for his fun. He leaned over to grab it and Ed threw his hands up in the air and mumbled something about lack of professionalism. "Mustang."

"Hi Roy!"

Roy sighed. Hughes was calling, that meant there had been another development in the bombing case. "Hi Maes."

"Hey, free for lunch?"

Roy watched Ed check out a picture on the wall before moving on to the stacks of unorganized books on the floor that were threatening to topple over. He really had been struggling with the decision to recruit Ed into the program and drag someone so young into the rather dismal world of counter terrorism. The kid's scores and work were off the charts. Even some boring as hell assignment like the one covered in bacon grease and coffee on the floor betrayed the gift the boy had for reading between the lines and pushing past documented research to find new information.

"Roy?" Still there?"

"Yeah, Maes." Roy sighed as Ed knelt down and tried to remove a book from the bottom of a precariously perched stack and failed, toppling the stack and creating a domino effect that was going to bury him under an avalanche of alchemy texts and research notes. However the kid surprised him and used his alchemy at the last second to transform the wave of literature into a fixed wall and save himself. Then he grabbed the book he wanted and stood up. "I'm bringing a student."

Ed turned around and was surprised when Mustang looked almost apologetic as he hung up the phone. "So...can I borrow this?"

"Sure. Come on, I'll buy you lunch." Roy stood, grabbed his coat and slung it over his shoulder before picking up a leather briefcase and coming over to stand in front of him.

"Really?" Ed narrowed his eyes at him. "Who was that on the phone? Am I in some sort of trouble?"

Roy shrugged and looked at the picture on the wall of him and Riza at some formal function. He was glad he didn't have to go home and tell her that the highlight of his day was introducing a fourteen year old into the world of hunting terrorists, defusing bombs and inspecting obliterated remains for ignition sources. At least that was one benefit of lying to his wife about his real profession. "Save your questions, you don't want to be late."

"Funny thing to hear from you." Ed went over and grabbed his bag, curious as to how a simple phone call could turn Mustang so serious. Shit! He really had to be in trouble.

"Might want to bring your homework with you in case they don't have enough napkins at the restaurant." Roy smirked as he walked out of his office and heard Ed blast another obscenity at him.

Riza shuffled some miscellaneous bank paperwork around and tried to pretend to be working when in reality she was replaying the morning's interaction with her husband though her head. She was wondering what the hell she did to make him act like he was avoiding her. She looked out the glass window of her office and into the lobby of the First Bank of Amestris. It was lunchtime so people were trying to get their banking done on their breaks. She needed to look like she was doing something or impatient customers were going to start staring her down wondering why the woman behind the glass wasn't behind the counter trying to help them with their banking needs. They didn't care if her official title was secretary to the president of the bank, they wanted to make deposits and go get lunch. She looked up as the door opened and her co-worker and fellow agent Rebecca Catalina entered and closed the door and leaned on it.

"Intel was not damaged and main office is pleased!" Rebecca walked forward and leaned over Riza's desk and chuckled. "You know, that lip looks like you got smacked around by your husband."

Riza shook her head and felt her lip. "I know. Roy wasn't sold on the file cabinet story either."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Yeah, must be hard being married to a brilliant man."

Riza sighed. "I hate lying to him. He thinks something is wrong, he was all over me this morning. He's worried something is going on that he doesn't know of."

"Mmm...really must be awful being married to a horny, handsome brilliant man."

"Becky, I'm being serious here. It's been weird lately. He's staying up late working, comes to bed at 3 am...I feel like he's avoiding me."

"Probably thinks your having an affair." She shrugged.

"That's not funny."

"You've been clocking a lot of overtime Riza, a LOT. Kind of hard to explain that around bankers hours." Rebecca sat on the desk. "Then last weekend we had to go out to East City to 'supervise the transfer to the eastern branch'. Even if we have great cover stories, about all men seem to see is that we're not there with them."

Riza narrowed her eyes. "So Jean is getting suspicious as well?"

"Yes, Mr. Havoc is smoking about three packs a day right now. So I'm thinking he's either going to die of heartbreak or lung cancer before I can ever get him in bed again."

"Please tell me we don't have another assignment." Riza replied. "I really need to spend time with Roy before he starts jumping to conclusions."

"Nothing on our plate at the moment." Rebecca smirked. "So planning some romantic topless dinner? Maybe let him doodle naughty transmutation circles on your chest?"

"Becky, really?"

"It's been a while. Jean's been working nights!" Rebecca growled.

"So, did the cleaning crew take care of that agent I left in the sewer?" Riza asked remembering she had to leave the spy's body lying down there in order to get home by five thirty. It took three showers with industrial strength shampoo to get that sewer smell out of her hair.

"Yup, she's been taken care off. Though they left the blood splatter on the walls down there to spook the kids and hobos that seem to be wandering the sewers these days. Not sure I want to know why that's even an option." Rebecca chuckled. "You really said you walked into a file cabinet?"

"I slipped up, I meant to say safe deposit box." Riza admitted.

"No wonder he thinks you're cheating on him. Who the hell has six foot tall filing cabinets in this building?" Rebecca sighed. "I guess the question is who do I give a tall file cabinet to in this building?"

"Any leads on how that information was compromised?"

"No, we're pretty sure it's really high up in the chain of command. Grumman said he's handling it himself." Rebecca watched Riza fade off, clearly deep in thought and knew the conversation was over. She figured it was best to excuse herself and go get lunch.

Riza nodded. That would be something her grandfather would take personally, something like that happening right under his nose in Central Command. She wondered how many of the top brass realized that the eccentric and paternal old man was really in charge of the countries secret intelligence agency. She remembered the day he had visited her at the academy and recruited her for the job she currently had. She was more relieved that his bizarre stash of womens clothes was for undercover work and not personal use, but also proud of her Grandpa for not only being one of the countries highest ranking Generals but also the head of it's efficient and unheard of espionage division.

She looked at the picture of her and Roy that she had on their desk. Grandpa had been thrilled that she married the boy who had spent his youth holed up in her father's study devouring manuscripts and books and mastering a dangerous art so young. It was the perfect cover and Roy was a really promising alchemist who could have a political career if he ever chose to pursue it. However Roy's assignment to the academy had stymied his ambition and he seemed to get way too comfortable behind a desk occasionally turning out some brilliant research just in time for his re-certification. She knew he was bored. She would be too if she didn't have an entirely separate life as a spy. She wondered if it was her fault, that her desperate need to keep a perfect cover had killed his desire to move into the spotlight. She might be able to kill an enemy spy with a snap shot in a dark and disgusting sewer, but when it came to Riza Mustang the domestic goddess she was boring as hell.

She missed him. Missed them. She made a habit of never interrupting him when he was in his study, alchemists were notoriously very intense when working, however it might be worth breaking that rule just once. Yes, she could give him something better to look at than books and get any doubts out of his head with one spontaneous act. It was time to put some of her spy skills to use at home.