For Karrin

[dresdenforhire]

There's a saying- when the going gets tough the tough get going to the little blonde woman with the cute nose and is even tougher. Not many people say that but it's definitely a saying I use. Well, I don't exactly say it out loud but I definitely think it. I think about Karrin Murphy for a lot of reasons but one of them is definitely help with the tough things. She may not pack a magical wallop but she doesn't need to. Plus she's not afraid to call me on being a dumb ass and that's a very important trait I look for when things are tough. Plus I can fit more gear in the Blue Beetle if she's the other person riding with me.

So that's why I was pulling up outside of her house unannounced late Friday afternoon. I needed help at the last minute for a rather unpleasant job and I knew Karrin Murphy well enough that I knew if she had to she'd cancel plans to help me. Not as any huge favor for me most likely but because she knew I wouldn't ask if it wasn't really important.

Unfolding myself out of the car I made my way up to her front door. I could feel the energy around the place, the magical barrier that all homes had. Of course hers was stronger than most, her grandmother having lived her and it being truly a home.

I stopped short of the door and used my staff to knock. I wasn't sure what types of electronics she might have on her or near the door since I was showing up without warning and I didn't want to fry anything important. I at least try to be courteous about that, especially if I'm going to be asking someone for help.

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[murph]

If Harry ever dared say the word cute in relation to any part of her in front of her she'd probably hand him his teeth in a ziplock baggie. So it's just best that he never did really, for everyone's benefit But even if she would kick his ass for the slightest hint that she was anything less than a 24/7 ass-kicker, she was still going to be there for him when he called.

Or, showed up randomly at her door as he did now.

Karrin looked out the window beside her door, the one grandma Murphy had the lacey curtain on, and saw the tall wizard on her porch. There was a sudden series of unlocking and the door swung open on a petite blonde woman in a tank top and yoga pants. Just beyond her, the furniture of her room had been pushed slightly aside and room for a practice mat laid down, though it was far more likely to be judo or aikido than the more serene yoga.

"I know that look," She said and stepped back leaving the door open for him. "I'll put coffee on, you work up the nerve to tell me what you need me to do." His consideration of her personal items was sweet, but she'd long since moved her computer and tv to her bedroom where they were out of his general range. So the living room and kitchen were fair game until he killed her microwave, that might get him banished.