I have like, ten stories I'm in the middle of writing right now (Just fiddling with ideas), and so this is just a random idea I got while writing the essay on my state assessment. This was not planned or thought out, so it might not be very good. And I know Riza is very OOC, but I just like to call it "Riza's breaking point- you need to let it out sometime"

The shrill ring of the phone rang out through the office of Central HQ, Colonel Mustang's unit. First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye roughly picked up the phone on her desk.

Her day wasn't going well at all. Her dog had messed on the floor, then she stepped in it, she learned she was falling behind on her bills, and she found out some women weren't being so kind behind her back.

"Colonel Mustang's office, Lieutenant Hawkeye speaking, how may I help you?" she asked, her voice emotionless and cold.

"Yes, Miss Hawkeye, just whom I was looking for. It seems that you are very behind on your bills. Unacceptably so. If you cannot get the payment in by three o'clock today, we will have no choice but to expel your residence in this building," the snotty woman from behind the desk in her apartment building said.

The color drained from her face, and she suddenly grew angry.

"How much is the payment?" she asked, irked.

"Five million cenz. There's a late fee," the woman sneered.

All of a sudden, it was all too much. She couldn't take it anymore. The calm, cool and collected Riza Hawkeye… snapped.

"EXCUSE ME!" she snapped into the receiver, attracting the attention of Colonel Mustang and her subordinates.

"That is completely and totally RIDICULOUS! Tell me, is this late fee over FOUR MILLION CENZ? Because I remember when I started housing there the rent was only two thousand! I've only missed six months! If anything it should be around ONE MILLION cenz! How am I supposed to afford this on a military paycheck? Remember I may be a dog of the military, but I have basic needs as well. I need food, water and medicine. I will never be able to pay off this debt by three! It's twelve in the afternoon! Five million is barely what I have in my bank account!" Hawkeye yelled into the phone.

"Listen, I don't really care. Deal with the facts- pay up or get out," the woman taunted. "You're running out of time, dog."

The line went dead. She couldn't take it. Her world was crashing around her shoulders, and she couldn't hold the weight. Hawkeye no longer had a place to live. She no longer had enough money for anything. Tears started to drip out of her eyes.

Riza whimpered in utter defeat, and slammed the phone on the hook. She stared at the desk for a few seconds, and then violently threw all of the papers and folders on her desk onto the floor, leaving it scarily clear.

The men of the office stared at her in complete confusion and panic. They had never seen Hawkeye act so… groundlessly. And never, ever, had they seen Hawkeye cry. Ever.

"FUCK!" she shouted, slamming her fists on the empty desk.

Mustang, who had been watching her carefully, stood and took a step towards her.

"Hawkeye-" he started, but he didn't get to finish.

"DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST PRETEND TO WORK IF SOMEONE GODDAMNED IMPORTANT WALKS IN, ALRIGHT! YOU KNOW WHAT? DON'T EVEN BOTHER! IT'S ALL OVER ANYWAY!" she shrieked, throwing her hands in the air.

Riza then ripped the hairclip out of her hair and threw it across the room and stormed out, slamming the door shut. The clip hit the wall, making a crack in the plaster. The men cringed.

"What was that?" Havoc asked, the cigarette falling from his mouth.

"Yeah," Breda said. "What's all over?"

"She was yelling something about money," Falman provided.

"I hope everything's okay," Furey worried.

"Furey, everything is obviously not okay," Havoc scolded.

Roy just stared at the door. He had known Hawkeye for almost twenty years, and she had never acted like that. Something was very, very wrong.

"Men," Mustang barked. "Watch the office and do your work. That's an order."

And with that he left, running down the corridors of the building.

"Have you seen Lieutenant Hawkeye?" he asked everyone he passed. Some shook their heads; while others nodded sadly and pointed in the direction she went in. Roy soon found himself in front of her apartment door. He knocked tentatively.

"Hawkeye?"

There was no answer, but her heard some crashes on the other side. Roy worried that she was going to hurt herself. When you hold back strong emotions for years, you tend to break when something really bad happens, and then not know how to deal with it. He tried again.

"Riza."

There was another loud crash, and a muffled sob.

"Shit. That's it, I'm coming in."

Roy tried the door, and surprisingly enough, it was open. The place was a mess. Not the kind of mess you can tell has been there a while, but the kind of mess anyone could tell was made in the fits of panic and rage. There were shards of broken objects scattered across the room- shattered clips, splintered wood, crushed glass, and even the TV looked like she threw a hairbrush at it.

Mustang wandered around, trying to avoid stepping on anything broken, and found himself standing in her room. Hawkeye was huddled in the corner, her knees up to her chest and her head in her hands.

He walked over to her crouched form and kneeled down. Roy cautiously placed a hand on her back.

"Hawkeye," he said, lowering himself closer to her. When she didn't answer, he tried again. "Riza, what's wrong?"

She just shook her head, and tears dripped through her fingers.

"Riza, please tell me so I can help you," Roy pleaded.

Slowly, she lifted her head from her hands. Her tear streaked face held a look of pure confusion and sorrow.

"It's over. My life is crumbling. I-I have no money to pay for a place to live anymore. I can barely afford food every week, and now they're kicking me out of my home!" she cried, burying her face deeper in her hands than before.

Realization dawned on Roy. She had no one- he knew. Her measly paycheck was below minimum wage, and she was lucky to find something like this in the first place. The men at the office stayed in the barracks, but there were no empty rooms for permanent residence and then she'd have to room with some military officer. So he did the only thing he could.

"Pack your bags Lieutenant, because you're coming to stay with me."

How was it? Good, bad- yes, no? 5 million cenz is like four thousand dollars or something. I converted it to yen.