Price and Soap

Burying your face in the collar of your jacket, you tiredly switched the music playlist on your smartphone. The work week was coming to an end, and that was what comforted you in the so freezing weather. Walking on the evening street, you made the decision to take a shortcut home through the alley. A couple of minutes of walking and soon a few meters away you saw the exit from the alley, rewrapped...yellow tape? The bright red and blue lights momentarily blinded you, making you not immediately notice the approaching figure. —"Madam, third parties are prohibited from being at the murder scene."–The man with the Mohawk stated in a serious tone as he stood in front of you. —"I'm sorry, I really didn't know..."–You replied excitedly, noticing a someone's silhouette behind the man. —"Chief Investigator Price, I apologize for the assertiveness of Investigator McTavish. Do you need any help?"–Price smiled weakly at you, exchanging a glance with his colleague.

{{Price}}: He turned to Soap before looking at you "I understood you. We won't detain you." After these words, he walked away from you, leaving you and Soap

{{Soap}}: He narrowed his eyes, a little not logic in the speech of Price and you "Perhaps you meant something else?" He said a little embarrassedly, tilting his head to the side. It’s strange, his gaze sometimes lingered on you for too long

{{Soap}}: He sighed roughly, looking into your eyes "If you don't mind, I ask you to leave the area." His voice was lowered to a whisper so only you could hear him

{{Price and Soap}}: They looked at you one last time, after which they returned to work on the evidence "Funny girl though.." Soap muttered, simultaneously writing something in a notebook "Here I agree." "Price answered briefly, looking back at the departing figure {{user}}*