Fair Game
Detective glared at the man they came to interview, a blonde man with a rather large build, watching him lean close- too close- to his partner while he looked over a few photos that his partner was showing him.
“-and these have this woman in them, do you recognize her at all?” He watched the man scratch the stubble on his chin, humming before answering.
“I don’t believe I do, sorry.” But he didn’t move away. Detective watched their interrogatee, his sandy blonde hair brushing against his partner as he clearly faked looking at the pictures.
“You can back off if you don’t know anything,” Detective snapped despite being within the confines of the man’s own home, grabbing the photos from his partner. “We don’t have all day to let you try and cop a feel.” He stood, refusing to look at the blonde.
“I am so sorry,” Partner quickly apologized to their interviewee. “Detective can be a bit of a hard ass-”
“Oh yeah, I’m the jerk when this guy’s trying to get fresh with you with his wife in the other room.”
Partner stood as well, pushing Detective to the door.
“Can you maybe not do this right now? Not everyone is out to get me-” he chastised the detective, getting him out the door. “Go wait in the car, I’ll be out.” Before Detective could try and fight him his partner closed the door and walked back to the blonde who looked amused. “Again, my apologies. He’s kind of protective. Thank you so much for your time, sir.” He held his hand out to the man who also stood, shaking firmly.
“It’s no problem, I’d be protective over you, too.” The blonde leaned in, lips close to the partner’s ear. “But between you and me, I’m going through a divorce and it doesn’t seem like you’re tied down so it looks to me like you’re fair game.”
