And yet another Dresden fic! I'll blame my friend for this one… Shary this is your fault! Ok… done… Now, this one is another cross-over (Murphy's point of view… I had to wait till "Aftermath" was published to write this… I couldn't get a grasp on Murphy's character at first) and I hope you enjoy it :D! Just in case: None of the characters belongs to me… they all belong to Mr. Butcher and DC Comics… Aw Yeah Dresden Files!

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I still couldn't believe my luck. Seriously, why now of all times? I needed Karrin to solve this stupid, retarded, useless, and boring case! Why did the higher-ups of Chicago P.D had to send her away to God know where? … Yes, I know, I know, "drama queen", yada yada… Nevertheless, I need her so… so… Argh! So nothing! I don't have the money, or the time for a quick trip to Gotham City…

Murphy in Gotham

Chapter 1

I haven't arrived yet and my interior fan girl, who I try so hard to suppress, was already jumpy and squeaky. I hate my interior fan girl. I just pray that it won't embarrass me in front of the Commissioner. Mental note: don't even dare to mention Batman, do you hear me? DO NOT mention him. I don't want Gordon thinking that I'm crazy… cause I'm not… at least I think I'm not. After all those years with Harry I'm not so sure anymore.

Talking about Harry, maybe I should have told/warn him that I was leaving. This won't be a short road trip after all. On second thoughts, that wasn't necessary. I mean, why do I worry about him? He's a big boy; he can take care of… I better give Butters a call. A little 'heads up'. Yeah. I'll do that. With that guy one never EVER knows. One second you are having a cold beer, chatting about life and the next second … BANG… you are in a mission to Arthics Thor to rescue a little girl from the clutches of an evil ice queen and her minions. For the record, I still have nightmares about that.

Now Murphy focus. You have to stop thinking about the scatterbrain you left home and start focusing on the matter at hand. First: how to greet Commissioner Gordon. Let's go with the safest option: a handshake. Yes, that will do. A professional way to greet one of your personal heroes. Ok… now you are nervous. But that is comprehensible. The man is a living legend. He's the one who has filled half the cells in Gotham penitentiary (the other half was filled by a certain masked hero). And HE asked for YOU to come and train the new officers, and some detectives, in the art of aikido and personal defense. I can't wait to return to Chicago and rub this on Rudolph's idiotic face.

"We are now approaching Gotham's international airport. Please fasten your seatbelts and return your sits to a vertical position. We will be landing in approximately five minutes."

Ok… this is it. Gotham, here comes Murphy!

…

Oh dear Lord…

I sounded just like Harry… I definitely need to spend less time with him.

"You've… got… to be… kidding me…" – was the first thing I could think upon stepping off the plane but, who could blame me? The person I was expecting to pick me up wasn't there. Instead…

"I'm Detective Bullock… Am I wrong to say that you are Sergeant Murphy?"

… there was this hideous officer… detective… whatever, that made my former partner, Carmichael, look like a Calvin Klain model and THAT was saying something. Well, maybe I'm just a bit biased due to the disappointment of not having the Commissioner receiving me; first impressions can be wro-

"Does the Commissioner REALLY think that a GIRL can teach us something? – he said at a very loud voice while pointing his finger at me – Ha Ha Ha!"

Ok, in this particular case my bloody first impression WAS RIGHT. This… man, if I can call him like that, makes even Rudolph to look like a complete gentleman.

Now Murphy, relax. You will be his teacher and you WILL be able to kick his sorry ass later. And it would be easy. He's got a very big target down there.

"Yes, I'm sergeant Murphy, Karrin Murphy from S.I Chicago P.D. Pleasure to make your acquaintance" – I said while firmly shaking his hand and smiling. That's Martian for 'you will never intimidate me fat ass!' He got the message. That's the good thing about working with a bunch of guys on a daily basis, you learn their language, and after years of practice I was pretty fluent. After that brief introduction we started our way out of the airport. And of course I ended up caring my luggage; the guy didn't even offer to carry it. Don´t get me wrong, I would have done it anyway, caring it I mean, but it would have been nice if he offered to do it, a little effort to make me feel at home. I'm sure Harr- I mean, Gordon would have.

"So, Harvey – he flinched when I said his name, annoyed with the familiarity of my tone – why are you stuck with me, huh? Don't you have lackeys to do this kind of stuff?"

"The Commissioner sent me – answered the detective – These days Gotham is not what you could call a safe city and he wanted someone intimidating to escort our 'new asset' back to the station – he stood as tall as he could, obviously proud to be considered 'intimidating'… men - At first I didn't get why the new instructor, versed in the arts of aikido and all that crap, needed someone like me– he made a pause then turned his head towards me and eyed from head to toe. A vein popped up in my forehead… "Crap?" – then he continued with a smirk – then I saw you and I understood. A pretty little lady with a nice front, bottom and a cute cheerleader face with baby blue eyes – a second vein popped up, I was SO going to shut his fucking mouth – if you weren't this short I would even consider you hot."

Oh yes… I. Would. Kill. Him.

"Come on Sarg, step into the car – he opened the passenger door not out of chivalry but mocking me – can't wait till the rest of the guys sees you."

He laughed.

I gave him a death glare… and the bastard didn't notice it… dammit…

He talked all the bloody way to Gotham City P.D and I let him. The man was a narcissist that smelled (and looked) like a donut. I swore right there and then to never lay hands on one again. It would only bring bad memories. Anyway, I have to admit that there is a good thing about narcissists and it's that they are so busy talking about them that they don't notice if the person they are talking to is actually paying attention. So, instead of listening to all that gibberish I scanned the town through the dirty window.

It was more than obvious that he was giving me a tour through the bad parts of town. One tactic I used once to scare the hell out of my new partner way back when I was still just one more officer. Of course, mine was a "welcome to town" tour and we would laugh about that later, this, on the other hand, was a "get the hell out of my town" tour. Poor idiot didn't know that I had seen worse (much worse) scenarios than these thanks to a certain wizard. Sometimes I still woke up screaming in the middle of the night but then I remember that it was just a dream.

It took us like two hours to get to the station and I could see in his face that he was furious that his little plan to scare me didn't work. I heard him slam the driver's door. Serves him right.

"You, - he yelled to the officer stationed by the door – stop staring like the idiot you are and help the Sergeant with her suitcase! I need to talk to the Commissioner about a couple of things." – Then he stormed inside.

"What, not even a goodbye?" – I said to no one, my tone sarcastic. The officer laughed.

"That's Detective Bullock for you – he said while taking my scarce luggage from the back seat – but don't worry, nobody listens to him unless they are working together on a case, and I think not even then. The name's Lindor by the way, Officer Carl Lindor"- he offered me his hand, I shook it.

"Murphy, Sergeant Karrin Murphy Chicago P.D – I introduced myself – I'm the new aikido and personal defense instructor."

He looked at me, skepticism written all over his face. Was it really that hard to believe?

"Is it really you? – I nodded – And I thought that the classes would be boring! – he said with a smile – Now I'm looking forward to them!"

We entered the building.

"The Commissioner's office is right this way Sergeant Murphy, at the end of the hall" – Lindor explained

"Thanks, Officer…"

"You can call me Carl" – he said interrupting me

"Thanks, but no thanks; I'll steak with 'Officer Lindor'." – I said as I entered the hallway, suitcase in hand.

I hurried down the hall. I knew that Bullock would still be there and I wanted to humiliate him in front of Gordon. He owed me that. I reached a door that read "J. Gordon – Commissioner", and knocked. I heard some voices and an instant later a young woman opened the door.

"Yes?" – She said, looking straight into my eyes. For an instant there I expected a soul gaze. Silly me.

"Excuse me, I'm Sergeant Karrin Murphy from Chicago P.D – I introduced myself for the third time that day, it was starting to get annoying – I was told that I had to report to Commissioner Gordon upon my arrival." – I explained not looking away.

"Who is it Barbara?" – I heard Gordon ask.

"Sergeant Karrin Murphy from Chicago P.D" – she said. I heard someone grunt. That must be Bullock.

"Yes, of course, please let her in" – Barbara stepped aside and I entered the office. I got to say; it wasn't much bigger than mine back home.

"Sergeant, it's a pleasure to meet you at last – said Gordon – I'm Gotham's Commissioner, James Gordon, you already know Detective Harvey Bullock – he grunted again but Gordon ignored him – and this is my daughter, Barbara."

"Nice to meet you Sergeant, – she smiled – I heard that Detective Bullock drove you here from the airport. I'm sorry, that was my fault."

"Your fault? What do mean your fault?"

"My father was supposed to pick you up but I choose this day to come to visit and I enabled him. That's why you were stuck with him – she sighed – I'm really sorry."

So that's why! HA! "Someone intimidating" my ass! They sent him 'cause he was the only one with nothing to do! In your face Bullock!

"You don't have to apologies. I understand." – I look at Bullock's direction, he was furious. I grinned, and act that means "you are SO going down" in Martian. He responded with a head gesture that meant "you're on, bitch" and then left, yet again, slamming the door.

"That was rude" – I said with a fake surprise tone. The kind you find in high society chicks.

"Don't mind him – said Gordon – he's just upset that you are the new instructor. Anyway, I've been thinking, Barbara, why don't you join Sergeant's class? It would benefit you taken the times we are living in."

"That's a wonderful idea! What do you say Sergeant Murphy?"

"I have no problem whatsoever Ms. Gordon, and please, call me Karrin."

"Then you call me Barbara" – I smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad to see that you two hit it off – Gordon fetched a pair of keys from his desk – Come Sergeant, I'll take you to your apartment for the next 3 weeks."

The apartment was close to the station and apparently was also close to the building Barbara lived in. I spent the rest of the day unpacking. At 8, Barbara called (Gordon must have given her my number) and asked if I wanted to go and grab a bite. Obviously I said yes. That was my first 'girl's night out' in a long time. We talked about a lot of things; work, family, friends. She was a librarian, lived alone, no boyfriend and a loving family. She drove me to my building two hours later.

"I'll see you tomorrow in class Karrin" – she said while closing the car door. I went to my new place, changed to my pj and went straight to bed. I started thinking about that day.

I definitely hated that pig Bullock. No more comments on that. I should be careful around Lindor. I didn't want to send the wrong signals, and my sixth sense (something I developed thanks to Harry) told me that I ought to be careful of and around him. Gordon was fine, well, more than fine. A complete gentleman; and his daughter was a delight. Now that I think about it, Barbara said a lot about her and at the same time, said nothing. Yes, I knew about her work; yes, I knew where she lived; yes, I knew about her family but only basic and obvious information. Anyone that knew her would be able to tell me the exact same things. All in all, the woman was still a mystery. When, due to the circumstances, I mentioned 'Batman', she just laughed and changed the topic in time record. That was odd.

Maybe she knows something….

Or maybe this was me imagining things….

Yeah… that must be it…

I'll blame it on the jet lag.

Author's note: So? You guys like it? You hate it? Something? Anything? I'm planning on making this a 5 chapter story (maybe 6) Anyway… stay tuned! Chapter 2 is on the way featuring Bruce Wayne! And Yes… he will hit on Murphy xD