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Okay, a bunch of rabid reporters outside my window, Morgan waving his sword around like he's something out of Highlander and Murphy, my lovely cop friend with a hand firmly hovering over her gun.

All because of some ridiculous book; some absurd bit of fiction that apparently shared a close resemblance to my day to day life.

True, my day to day life really had to be seen to be believed; but seriously, a book?

My two acquaintances had rather destructive weapons in their grasps, but me? My wand was on the other side of the room, just behind Morgan, my faithful hockey stick was out in the kitchen where I had left it earlier which only left me with my mother's shield bracelet.

Which was fortunate as it looked like both Morgan and Murphy looked like they were willing to use said weapons on me, said wizard.

"Explain Dresden." Morgan repeated

I sighed; one of those wary, 'no-matter-what-I-do-I'll-never-win,' kind of sighs, and chucked the book down on the table, "Have fun Bob."

Bob stuck his hand through the book, absorbed the information and had read the book in about two sixths of a millisecond. His response was the key to the next phase in my plan and he frowned down at the book then looked up at me, saying quiet evenly, "Oh dear Harry."

And my morale plummeted by several thousand feet and my plan took on a life of its own, "Look Morgan," I began quickly, sounding rather embarrassingly desperate, "I haven't even read the damn thing. Do you really think so low of me that I would break hundreds of years of silence just for my name in the spotlight and a little extra cash?"

Morgan simply blinked at me, "That's precisely how low my opinion is of you."

Well that wasn't totally unexpected. I turned to Murphy, "Murph, I…."

She ignored me and turned to Morgan, "He's been sleeping with a reporter."

I stared at her, completely aghast while Morgan merely gave a slight nod, "Yes, so I read."

"Wait, wait, wait, Susan's in there?"

"Oh, yes,' Murphy snapped, "There's one memorable occasion of you running up and down the street naked with her."

Even at this early point in the day I was already beyond shocked, already beyond astounded and all my mouth could do was just hang there limply, gaping at Murphy before finally managing to swallow and say dryly, "That…that, that definitely never happened."

She raised her eyebrows, "Well she must have a very over active imagination then."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, time-out Murphy," I held my hands in a 'T' to enforce this, "I thought you were on my side? This is nothing to do with me, I thought that was obvious by the 'bewildered-possum-caught-in-headlights' expression on my face."

Murphy's face softened ever-so slightly at this and she couldn't help a frazzled smile, "Harry, maybe this isn't your fault, but it's rather wishful thinking if you say it has 'nothing to do with you.' I was merely suggesting that maybe it was Susan that…"

"Susan doesn't know anything." I said flatly, "In fact Susan and I aren't really a 'Susan and I'. We're both good sources if need be, but apart from that we keep it…"

"Completely professional." Murphy finished

I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips, "Most of the time."

Morgan finally stepped in, "Dresden, I am not here to talk about your sex life."

"Well, thank god for that." I said with a mock sigh of relief.

He scowled at me and I waved the almost lecture away, "Seriously Morgan, either you believe me or you don't. Cut off my head if you please, but until then I'm going to attempt at sorting out what precisely went wrong in my little Harry-verse and how the hell I'm going to fix it."

I turned from him to my bookshelf without another word and ran my fingers along the many book spines, trying to actually clear my head and begin the process called thinking.

It wasn't going too well, it was rather distracting with two rather intimidating people following your every move, so a glance at Bob told him to get the ball rolling.

He frowned, but, of course, had an explanation ready, "Could be a wizard controlling a lower level spirit, one so harmless that could slip through your defences."

I shook my head as my noggin cranked into gear, "No can't be, I think I would have noticed any kind of entity eventually. What about one of those, oh damn, what do you call it, a geoma…a geome…."

"A Geomantradora spell?" Bob completed, already shaking his head.

"Do your homework, Dresden," Morgan snapped warily, "Geomantrodora needs the power of a solar eclipse. Fresh, not bottled. There hasn't been an eclipse in this area for many years now."

He looked slightly put out by the enormous smile I gave him as he scolded me, but I had realised that this was Morgan's reluctant admittance that maybe it wasn't all totally my fault, "Nice to have you on the team, buddy!"

He glared at me then turned to the bookshelf, "Your collection is useless Dresden. None of these books date past the 60's. The art has changed greatly since then; you are unwise not to follow."

"Sure, Morgan. If you want to spend a small fortune on me then go right ahead, deck me out in all the wizarding mod-cons. I for one, am not made out of money."

"Noted." He said flatly as he pulled out a rather large volume from the shelf and opened it, running a finger down the page, "Here, what if it's merely…."

"You people are useless." Murphy cut in abruptly, causing Morgan, Bob and I to look up at her in astounded perplexment. We had quite blatantly forgotten she was there.

Morgan and I glanced at each other, not ones for having our pride scolded, "Lieutenant," Morgan began slowly, "You are outside of your area of expertise. I suggest you leave now, avoid becoming messed up in yet another one of Dresden's mistakes."

There was silence as Murphy turned to me with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed, having not moved an inch. I stole her raised eyebrow, directed the expression of disbelief at Morgan and asked, "Did you really think that was going to work?"

Morgan's mandatory scowl returned, so I began to ignore him again, "Why, are we useless, then, Murph?"

She snorted and shook her head, picking up the stupid book again, "I'm sure that mumbo jumbo stuff works for you lot; but seen as this is a book; it must have an author. Wouldn't it be easier just to go talk to the guy before jumping to conclusions? I mean, I could be wrong, and forgive me, good sirs, if I am, but it does seem like the logical next step."

I pursed my lips, cocked my head slightly to one side and glanced at Morgan. His scowl had grown larger and he took a look at his very snazzy, not just a watch, watch and sighed, "I don't have time for this, I have to meet with the Council within the hour."

"And what are you going to tell them?" I asked sweetly, trying a last ditch attempt to woo him.

"I do not know quite yet Dresden, so I advise you to waste no time getting to the bottom of this. And be on your guard; Bianca wasn't all that friendly when she spoke of you this morning."

Bianca. Oh, dear.

I opened my mouth to let rip some not very pleasant words, blinked in the process and upon opening my eyes again, discovered that Morgan was gone.

"Damn it Morgan," I shouted to nothing, "You've spoken with Bianca?"

Of course, he didn't grace me with a response.

I sighed and bit back the urge to bang my head against the wall, turning instead to Murphy, who still had her eyes transfixed on the spot where Morgan had stood only seconds ago, "He disappeared." She stated.

I didn't bother to answer, instead, pulling my coat off of the back of the chair, grabbing my wand, stuffing it in my inner pocket and heading for the door.

"Can you all disappear?" came Murphy's voice from behind me, "Can you disappear?"

I stopped then and turned back to look at her, "Gods, Murph, what I wouldn't give to disappear on days like this." I sighed wistfully and shook my head, time to focus on the problem, "Come on then, who's this author?"

She gave herself a little shake and stood, "Right, sorry. His name is Jim Butcher."

I glanced at Bob as we left, "Mind the fort."

He gave me a curt nod as I shut the lab door after Murphy and I couldn't help feel my anger build over this whole, slightly frustrating mess as I caught sight of the reporters outside of my front window. I grabbed my hockey stick out of the kitchen, feeling with relief the pure power surge through the staff as I touched it, "God help Jim Butcher."

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