"There's a damn hot lass who walked into Price's office just minutes ago," Soap whispered to Simon, amusement filled his voice. When Simon didn't give any response, he continued "She looked pissed. Wonder what that could be. Could be trouble in paradise for those two." clearly Soap would be the one to wanting to figure things out, whenever it was about rumors or some spicy behind the scenes, he would be first to sniff around.

Simon gave a brief glance at Soap before returning his eyes to his phone. Lieutenant Riley wasn't the one to give a second thought about other people's private lives.

Soap was still ranting about the drop dead gorgeous, pissed off woman who walked into Price's office when he suddenly stopped at the sound of high heels clicking at the ground.

That made Simon raise his eyes from phone. As soon as his gaze met hers, his jaw clenched, eyes widened a bit in surprise.

Tight fit jeans, white blouse and black suit jacket complimented her body well. It was hard to tear eyes away from her.

"Do you think she's his girlfriend? Or what is she doing here?" Soap leaned closer to Simon, both of their eyes still on the woman.

"She's from Counterintelligence." Simon grunted.

Soap's head snapped to look at him "How do you know mate?"

"She's my bloody wife" Simon got up from the seat, leaving Soap dumbfounded as he made his way towards the woman.