Disclaimer: belongs to Jim Butcher and Scifi channel.
Rating: PG
TV with some bits of bookverse
Warnings: Language
Summary: Morgan hunts dangerous prey
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Morgan and Murphy stared at each other from across the interrogation room table. One serene, the other frustrated. He could sense her frustration mounting and wished he could simply leave, but the laws were clear: civilians must remain ignorant of magic. He would just have to wait for a more opportune time to make his escape.
He hoped he would not have to erase part of her memory. He hated stealing parts of other's lives; plus it would alienate Dresden. The young man had a hard enough time keeping himself from the allure of black magic that had taken a beachhead in his life without having a Council Warden harming his closest friends.
The gunshots and screaming startled them both. He could feel the evil through the walls. Demon. The same one that had invaded the High Council and harmed one of his warden trainees. To hell with laws. He dropped the handcuff that held him to the table with a single thought, called his sword, and with a gesture opened the interrogation room door and exited just as his sword was close enough to snatch out of the air. Murphy yelped and followed him, ready to shoot him, no doubt.
Morgan barged into the interrogation room next door. His sword was alight as his will coursed into it. He saw one of Murphy's fellow officers finish emptying his gun into the huge monster from hell. Morgan had to admire the way the man stood steadily in between what must have been an unbelievable nightmare and the terrified young woman who stood in the corner screaming.
The demon batted the officer against the far wall hard with a negligent flip of one of his 5 hands. Morgan decapitated the creature. Gore coated the walls, the young woman, the officer and Lieutenant Murphy, who rushed to the stricken man.
"Kirmoni!" Murphy was kneeling beside the detective. He was not conscious. She yelled to the police flooding the room to call EMS. The gore and the demon's body melted into ectoplasm before disappearing as if it never existed. Morgan took advantage of the confusion to speak to the young woman.
"It was after you, wasn't it?"
She nodded, shivering.
"The hit man sent him. He killed that guy from Africa right in the White House. He killed all my friends because we saw him. Oh Gd, no one will believes me, that cop, he was making fun of me." She shuddered. "I hope he's ok."
Morgan felt a cold shiver rolling down his spine. A wizard assassin? This was worse than he thought. A lot worse. The man was powerful, and steeped in the black. The wizard had obviously assumed this young woman had come to the High Council first. That explained the demon in the Council building earlier. He would be hard to find and harder to kill. Capturing him was not an option. That was the law.
He held out his hand to the young woman.
"My name is Morgan. I believe you. Come with me, we will protect you." He hoped it was true.
"Carla." She said as she took his hand and they turned to leave. They made it to the stairwell. Lieutenant Murphy was there, just inside the door, her pistol in Morgan's face. She was good.
"What. The. Fuck. Was. That." Murphy was one unhappy woman. Angry even. Carla hid behind Morgan.
Morgan closed the stairwell door and sighed deeply.
"Lieutenant – " he began and she nearly growled.
"You are still under arrest, and now I can add escape and kidnapping charges. I can probably get away with charging you for the assault on Kirmani. Don't lieutenant me. Spill. Now"
"This is not for your laws. You can do nothing. This man is deeply dangerous. He's a paid assassin who uses black magic to kill. Many people are already dead. He will not stop until he has killed this young woman; just because he thinks she saw him. "
"That's what I've been trying to tell you people" Carla accused, her voice high.
This matter is for us to handle. Our world. Our laws." Morgan continued.
Murphy seemed on the edge of loosing control herself.
"Your laws, your world. Harry's world." she snorted "and what are you? A 'cop'?" sarcasm was dripping from her – and fear. Morgan knew the feeling.
He half smiled at Murphy.
"I am the Chief of Police."
Murphy exhaled a long suffering sigh, and holstered her weapon.
"I'll show you the back way out."
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It was nearly dark by the time Morgan escorted Carla toward the High Council's headquarters, A complex of several buildings in downtown Chicago which were camouflaged by their ordinariness. They were almost to the main building when Carla pulled him into a coffeehouse door.
"That's him." She hissed. "What are you guys, do you work for him?" She was terrified, her eyes huge. She was backing up, ready to run.
Morgan let go of her.
"No I do not." He told her emphatically. "Can you point him out to me?"
They looked out the coffee shop windows, in between the red checkered half curtains.
"There, he's wearing the black clothes and that hat pulled down."
Morgan saw him. He did not know the man. He did know Ancient Mai, who was greeting the man warmly. Morgan felt fear begin to rise. What was the most powerful member of the High Council doing smiling and laughing with the murderous sorcerer? Or was Carla mistaken? One thing was clear, he could not drag this terrified young woman into meet them. He offered his hand to her again.
"Let me get you out of here, I know someplace else, someone who isn't part of the council, he can protect you while I find out what is going on."
She pondered this, shuddered a bit, then stood straighter and took his hand. Morgan was touched by Carla's trust. He swore he would not let her down.