LOG: Warren and Bishop

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Warren drops by the XFI office with coffee for Bishop, and they discuss a business arrangement between XFI and Warren's new practice.

The case load seemed to be ever increasing for the moment. Bishop was running the main desk again while everyone else worked cases or took some much needed time off. Laurie's absence really accented his need for a receptionist and assistant. A big time Detective wasn't supposed to be his own receptionist, right?

Probably not. But thankfully, someone was on their way with coffee. Warren had become familiar with Bishop's coffee preferences, and out of habit had ordered for the other man after a bout of real estate inspection. So he let himself into the XFI office, a charming smile on his face.

"Coffee delivery for a Bishop."

"From the map?" Bishop asked with a small smile. Most people who spent any amount of time in the offices knew about the pin covered map and index that showed the best local restaurants and what to get from them. He found it very helpful now that he worked more closely with a group that liked to get things for each other; it made sure they got only the things a foodie would accept.

"Of course," Warren replied with a grin. "Would I bring anything else?" He offered Bishop one of the take-away cups he was holding. Warren was particular about his coffee at the best of times. He wouldn't get anything substandard for someone else.

Bishop took the cup with a nod. "I appreciate it. What has you in this part of the city?"

"Real estate," Warren replied. "Looking for office space. Jennifer was idiotic enough to agree to start a law firm with me." Warren grinned broadly. "I've found a couple of places I like the look of, just need to get her opinion on them."

"Mutant cops and mutant lawyers. People around here are really going to have to get their shit straight." Bishop said with a little laugh as he leaned back and put his feet up on the desk.

"Heaven forbid," Warren laughed as well, taking a seat across from Bishop. "Next thing you know, the city council will start actually paying attention to the place."

"Then where would we be?" Bishop asked rhetorically with a laugh before taking a sip of coffee. "Find an office down here in Mutant Town?"

Warren nodded. "I have a short list. Pending my partner's approval. I'm in trouble if she doesn't like either place."

"Just tell her about all the mercenaries and super spies you know. She'll see things your way." The joke solution given in Bishop's signature dead pan style.

Warren laughed. "Remind me to introduce you two sometime. I don't think she'd be intimidated." He shook his head. "One of the places I've looked at isn't far from here, actually. We'll practically be neighbors."

"Well if she says no to that, I will have to meet her." Bishop said, finally giving a little smile. "I suppose that brings us to business." Which he had a good idea of after the pleasantries. "Most police departments have a firm on retainer. We're the Mutant Police and you're about to be the Mutant Lawyers."

"And law firms do sometimes employ private investigators." Warren smiled over to Bishop. "I think we can come to a mutually beneficial business arrangement."

"A percentage of our pay from cases? The more cases we take, the higher the risk, the more you're paid." Bishop felt it was fair. It would mean if they took less dangerous cases or fewer that they would crumble under a retainer agreement.

Warren nodded. "I can have my lawyer draw up a contract, and we can talk about the specifics with them. And Jennifer and Vanessa."

Though he should probably give Vanessa a personal head's up first.

"That would be very responsible of us." Bishop nodded.

"It would, wouldn't it?" Warren grinned. "I don't know about you, but I'm now feeling the need to do something very irresponsible. Possibly involving a bar and a fair amount of alcohol."

Bishop didn't usually drink at bars. He couldn't drink and carry his pistol but he felt he could make an exception. He stood and put his pistol into the desk drawer, locking it up. "I know a place. You don't have a problem with a strip club, do you?"

"Not at all. It sounds very irresponsible to me," Warren said, sounding a little bemused. He'd been to his fair share of them - and he was single now. There wasn't anyone to complain about him going. He stood just after Bishop, a small but slightly bemused smile on his face. "Lead the way."