Disclaimer: I own none of these characters... not even the ones I made up myself. They are all characters from Eureka and the Dresden Files. This is all purely for the enjoyment of fans. For Tamlyn Tomita. I am one of the countless (now) old men who fell in love with a Japanese girl named Kumiko during a filmed tea ceremony so long ago. It was... difficult... to endure the death of your Eureka character Kim, not once, but twice. This is my own magical fix to that state of affairs. Set primarily in the Dresdenverse, with visits from the Eurekaverse characters. This was written right after events in the Eureka 2.5 season, thus after the "death" of Kim 2.0... a criminal act by the writers in my view. It has been twenty five years since Kim's and Harry Dresden's deaths. Murphy looked up from her desk over the tops of her glasses. The man wore the uniform of the Cook County Sheriff's Office. It took her a few moments to realize that she was in the presence of the sheriff. Sheriff Andrew Asimov had entered service as a patrol officer back in the days when Harry Dresden still frequented Chicago. He'd been, in actual fact, a mechanical man. Not nearly as advanced as modern robotic patrol officers were, but uniquely programmed and, according to some of the officers he'd worked with back in those days, a likable sort. He'd originally been some government experiment in a long-forgotten backwater town on the West coast. As artificial people became more common, he'd been released into society to make his way in it just like everyone else. Officer Andy quickly developed a reputation for good solid police work, racking up awards and making a series of large high-profile busts, culminating in the arrest of Gentleman John Marconi himself. After that event, Officer Andy ran for office and became the Sheriff of Cook County. Now Sheriff Andy served the public and served it well. Why he was here in SI was the prime question of the moment. Murphy brushed aside her white hair and considered it. Sheriff Andy was in fact, an artificial person. Was he having a supernatural problem he couldn't deal with? Murphy did not know Sheriff Andy, and had never even met him before. The sheriff was scanning the faces of all the people in the room, rapidly and thoroughly, it seemed to her, and when he saw her, his eyes locked on. Target acquired, thought Murphy. She tried hard to dismiss that thought. Sheriff Andy was not a terminator, and didn't even look like Ahnold. "Captain Karin Murphy?" he asked politely. "Yes," she answered with some measure of pride. It had taken more than a little time and effort to crawl her way back to the top of the pile, but she had done it... and without help from anyone else. She was now the unimpeachable Head Honcho of SI... which, of course, exercised her creative writing talents. "How can I help the Cook County Sheriff's Department?" Murphy asked. "Well," said Sheriff Andy, clearly stalling, "Ma'am, this isn't exactly an official visit." Murphy sat up straight and looked at the sheriff. She glanced around at the IA spies who were trying hard not to look interested. "This isn't a social setting," Murphy said coyly, at once feeling a little foolish. "No it isn't," said the Sheriff. "Would you care to join me for a late supper?" "Your place or mine?" asked Murphy, deliberately laying it on thick. Take that IA, she thought savagely. "Neutral territory," said the Sheriff, "at eight o'clock." "You sure?" asked Murphy. "Dangerous place, even for you, especially for you." Mac's place was ordinarily a hotbed of magical energies. Electronic systems normally did not do well there. "I'll manage," said Sheriff Andy. "See you there." As the sheriff turned on his heal and left, a cup of coffee spilled in the lap of an IA spy. Murphy clearly heard a sort of giggle and felt the wind shift as something unseen glided to accompany the sheriff out the door. "Martha, that wasn't nice," said the sheriff, soto voce.