LOG | Warren and Bishop

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On Monday, Warren stopped by to see if Bishop had heard from Vanessa. He hadn't. The two men come to an arrangement.

It had been awhile since Warren had heard from Vanessa, and he was starting to get worried. He knew that she couldn't check in all of the time, but usually she'd at least texted him to let him know she wasn't going to be able to keep in touch. And she hadn't replied when he'd told her Jean was awake, which was... there was something not quite right about this. But rather than panic, he decided to stop in and see Bishop - maybe he'd heard something from Vanessa, something about the case. He knocked on the door to the XFI offices, before opening the door and peering in.

"Bishop?"

"Go ahead." Bishop stood in front of a cork board, running different colored strands of yarn between pictures and small notes. With an ear piece in and his short response tendency, it was hard to tell who the man was talking to.

Warren wasn't entirely sure either, but he nonetheless stepped properly into the office, hands sliding into his pockets as he glanced at the board Bishop was working on.

"My apologies if I'm interrupting," he said after turning to look at Bishop. "But have you heard from Vanessa in the past day or so?"

"I haven't. I'm already looking into why." As Warren stepped closer, he could see the board Bishop was compiling had to do more with Vanessa than anything else. "She usually makes contact in the evening. I started then."

"Okay." He glanced over what Bishop had on the board. "The last time I heard from her was the 20th. I texted her about Jean on the 23rd, and there was no response. Considering how worried she was about Jean, that's... odd." To put it mildly.

"That's the last time I made contact as well." Bishop quickly circled the date on the first note pinned to the cork board. "Now it's confirmed." He said to himself more than anything as he lined out another date. "I also had a response on the morning of the twenty-first but not that evening as planned. That should be our start time."

"So where was she at that point?" Her message had just complained about motel beds, he hadn't had much detail about it.

Bishop stepped back from his position in front of the board so Warren could see. "I received receipts for her motel expenses and local clubs. The problem is I need a team. One that will let me run things. With respect to your relationship, this is my partner and that carries a responsibility. I told her I didn't want a partner." Aggravation oozed through his clenched teeth.

"I don't want to get in the way," Warren said quietly. "I just want to know she's okay. If there's anything I can do to help find her, or to help you so you can find her, that's what I want to do. I can ask around, talk to Charles, whatever you think might help. But I'm not about to start a pissing contest when you know what you're doing far better than I would."

"If you can talk to some people for me. I need some help investigating and, if things turn out to be bad, I'll need a team that can go get her." Bishop's eyes stayed locked on the board as he spoke. "And I need Laurie to come in; I haven't eaten in a while or checked messages."

"Count me in for the team." He paused, frowning a moment. "I think Laurie's still on her road trip. I'll order in some food and I can get started on the messages. Do you have any preferences in regards to food?" Once upon a time, during his first months out of law school, he'd spent more time playing assistant rather than actually getting to do anything interesting. Being a Worthington hadn't meant anything more than a foot in the door out west.

"Hot wings from Roscoe's. Tell him they're for me so he'll make them right. Green pins on the map are where I'll eat from." Bishop motioned to a map on the wall by Laurie's desk. "Call back anyone who wants me to pick up a case and delay them, cancel any meetings with NYPD or Snow Valley. Don't tell NYPD why but let Snow Valley know."

"No worries." Warren paused before turning to leave, staring at the board. He nearly said something inane about wanting to find her, but stopped himself. Bishop wanted to find Vanessa just as much as he did. He didn't need any reminders from Warren. He took his leave quietly, before heading for the door. Food, then messages. And he'd just have to keep himself busy enough not to think.