Title: All Tied up
Author: Jordan
Characters: Harry, solo (for now)
TV or Book Verse: TV
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG13 for language (will probably change in the future
Summary: Harry's new case isnt nearly so easy as he orignally planned- who knew nightclubs could be so dangerous?
Author's Note: My first fic in the Dresden universe, so constructive criticism is craved.Depending on how well this is recieved, I may or may not put up the rest of the fic- so please, please, please comment! PLEASE!

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You know what sucks? Taxes.

Taxes really suck. Basically, a bunch of rich old men in business suits take a whole lot of your money in exchange for services you either don’t want or never receive. Worst of all, if you’re lazy or forgetful or just want to keep your money and don’t file them, they put you in jail- sometimes for as long as fifteen years! Fifteen years! For some stupid forms! That sucks!

But you know what sucks worse than taxes? Waking up bound and gagged with a possible concussion- and not even knowing why. That is, quite possibly, one of the suckiest things of all.

Unfortunately, it also happens to be a position I find myself in quite frequently. Which brings us to my present situation- handcuffed to my chair in a dark room with a killer headache, a stomach threatening to evict my lunch, and a dirty sock in my mouth. How do I know it’s a sock? It tastes like feet. How do I know what feet taste like? Don’t ask. Just suffice it to say that some potions are not worth the vile taste their ingredients give them.

All this wouldn’t even be all that awful if I had any idea who was holding me and why, so that I could formulate some sort of plan- or at least know what to expect. But, no. No, I get the villain who lurks in the shadows and finds no pleasure in bragging about his evil plot- or, if I did get a more talkative villain, he or she is too busy with nefarious deeds to clue me in on whatever evil plan I did or didn’t foil.

God, sometimes I hate my job. To think I actually thought this case would be an easy one…