8113/Speaking On Behalf of Jean

Speaking On Behalf of Jean
Date of Scene:	30 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Jessica Jones, Frank Quaid

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Jessica Jones has posed:
*flashback: takes a place a day or two after the mall attack in Salem Mall.*

Jessica Jones is one of the better known P.I. to the NYPD. She more than once rubbed elbows with them because of cases where clients gave up on the NYPD and turned to her, and then on occasions, she even cooperated with them. There are several detectives she managed to stay on the good side of, and so she managed to arrange this meeting with Frank Quaid, having the Captain come meet her in Alias, instead of causing a scene at any precinct.

In Frank's honor, the door is even fixed as good as new, when he comes, Jessica opens the door for him, and gestures at a bottle of whiskey and two glasses set on her desk, "do you drink, Captain?"

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank smiles and offers a hand.

"Department says I can have one an hour for duty reasons, I don't argue," he says after he steps inside. Frank glances around, his eyes roving especially across the cork board.

"I don't usually meet PIs, but Petersen said you were good people," Frank says with a ghost of a smile. Petersen is a younger Special Crimes Unit detective. "Good kid. How'd you meet him?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"He would say that," Jessica grins, Peterson certainly being one of the good guys. "Ever heard of the missing Merick girl case? I'm the P.I. who solved it after the family gave up on the NYPD," she winks at Frank, before moving to sit in her chair, motioning for the other seat should Frank like to sit down. "It's okay, though, NYPD could have never solved it the way you guys operate. I get it. There are rules, jurisdictions, etc'. I know the game, would never cut it as a cop. I make a pretty darned good P.I. though."

"So, matter at hand," she offers as the drink is ignored, taking a manilla folder and sliding it across the table towards Frank.

"I heard you guys were looking into that woman," inside is a the photo used by the NYPD to track down Jean Grey, while it's a blurry take thanks to fog and lightning galore, there's no doubt Frank would have heard of the Mall incident. Heck, while Jessica doesn't know, he just so happened to be there.

"Anyways, she's not your culprit, and she's not a bad guy...I'd wager if she wasn't there, then you'd have quite a death toll on your hands..."

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank smiles gamely and nods. "Didn't realize that was you. Good on work on that one," he admits. Maybe a hint grudgingly. He takes a seat across from Jessica. He accepts the envelope and has a look at the picture.

"No, you're right. We're looking for the young girl. But she can point us to the kid. This mall thing isn't gonna go away. I've got to put to names to faces on this one."

"Who is this, anyway? Anyone I should know?"

Jessica Jones has posed:
"I have my moments, that's what keeps Alias Investigations afloat," Jessica says modestly enough, not making a big deal of her work, even though some pockets in NYPD who do not want her hanged really appreciate her more than she does herself.

"She's saved me...from hell," Jessica looks very somber, her tone, far too bitter to be joking. "In other words, she's a good soul, but unlike the Avengers, she's not out for fame and such...so she asked if I could check with you guys if there's a way to sweep her presence under the rag this one time? All she did was keep the girl causing the trouble from killing people. She was a mutant who couldn't control her powers as they emerged, I believe she took her to people who could actually help her, beyond putting her in a mental institute..." she looks up at Frank, measuring his visage, she knows some cops don't care about good deeds. Only protocol, and his response will tell her how much more work she'll need to put into this. She imagines Peterson sent her a good one. "The girl's name is Mila Mitchell, by the way, though her life would go way better if you can keep that in your private files, rather than going to the press?"

Frank Quaid has posed:
"The press?" Frank asks with a frown. "Look, I've got a bunch of injured and a couple of dead people. It was either an accident or not. If Mila was having an emergence, that's medical. We've dealt with these before, and I even know some people that can help her get control of her stuff. I just need her on side so I can do the i's and cross the t's."

Frank leans back and crosses one leg over the other.

"I appreciate the name," he says sincerely. "I'll track her down and have a chat off the record. Coach her through how to handle it. If she's a minor, it'll all be sealed. That work?"

"Didn't figure you for having a soft spot for mutants," he says with a bit of a smile. "If it helps, that's most of what I do. Put out fires and stamp out panics. If you could let your friend know that, maybe we can sort things out faster next time. Meanwhile, she's forgotten. Not my problem since I know who the girl was now."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Yeah...they tend to sensationalize, that tends to give the FoH mongoloids a hardon," Jessica explains in simple terms. Nodding once Frank details his side of the story, which she's well familiar with, but nevertheless, lets him describe it. In the meantime she pours herself a glass of Gentleman Jack. As Frank didn't seem keen earlier, she doesn't pour him any.

"True, which is why she's being shown to just that kind of help," Jessica jots down a phone number on a sticky note and passes it to Frank, "call that number, ask for Jean, Ororo or Kitty, they'll be able to help you have a meeting with the girl. You can judge for yourself."

She grins, "I wouldn't say I have a soft spot for mutants, so much as I have issues with hateful assholes who just want to get their hard-ons from hurting people who don't deserve it." Jessica clearly has a different way of looking at it, "for the most part I do the P.I. work, people pay me, I resolve their issues. Even if it's an asshole who doesn't deserve, if it's illegal shit, I refer it to you guys."

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank leans forward and takes the number from Jessica. He raises an eyebrow as he pockets it.

"Kitty Pryde and Ororo Munro? Good people. I've worked with both of them before over the years," he considers Jessica. "I'm sure Mila's in good hands if they're on it. I don't know this Jean, though. I'll have to meet her."

Frank nods when Jessica explains her take on things. "Works for us. Looks like I'm gonna owe you now," Frank adds with a half-smile. "I appreciate you helping me with this though. Should think about going blue," he quips.

Jessica Jones has posed:
"So I see you're familiar with the usual suspects already, huh?" Jessica seems quite impressed, "glad they sent you, Captain, you know those names, it means you're good people." Jessica seems quite confident of her assessment, as she downs the glass as if it was water. She laughs when Frank offers joining the blues, and she holds up the bottle she just poured, even as she pours herself another glass, "it'd never work. I can't do: no drinking while on duty." Levelling her gaze with Frank, she immediately assures him, "it's a health hazard if I don't drink. Also, I'm not often this polite..."

Frank Quaid has posed:
Frank grunts but grins.

"I care about results more than manners, but to each their own," he says. Frank pulls out a card and writes his cell number on it. "Don't spread it around, but I think you and I can do business. Like you said, Kitty and her people have their heads on straight, so I'm sure we can get things done."

Frank pulls out his Blackberry and grimaces slightly. "Wish I could stay and have that drink, but the night calls."

Frank stands up and offers Jessica his hand again.

"Keep in touch."

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica shakes hand with Frank, and she's proven to have a surprisingly firm grip, and that's with her trying to play it down. Sometimes she loses herself, and people could potentially get hurt. "I like people who care about results more than bullshit," Jessica flashes a smile, as she shakes hands with Frank. "You go take care of your stuff, I'll take care of mine," she agrees, and before Frank even makes it out of the building his phone will receive a text message from Jessica, so he has her number as well.