Then: Chicago had been bad enough for the world of the weird. After getting busted down to sergeant her Lt. decided the CPD didn't need Murph...even though she'd been the best fiction writer on the force and made the strange things that happened look good on forms. An opening on the Sheriff's department in some place called Beacon Hills got passed through the police grapevine. Her transfer was the fasted ever processed.
Imagine her surprise to learn that Chicago wasn't the only location to play home to inexplicable events that made paperwork a nightmare. Murphy quickly earned the respect of Sheriff Stilinski by making him look good in print. After a while, and a few beers one night, Murph filled her new boss in on what she'd seen and experienced in Chicago. She quietly became an invaluable resource in the department, and she became more familiar with the goings on in Beacon Hills.
Inevitably, that put her in the path of the Hales. Peter was a pain in the ass, but she had experience dealing with his type too. Derek was something of an enigma. He'd been a suspect in the fire that destroyed the Hale family home, and caused the death of more than a few family members. Details and evidence were sketchy. Derek was released, but the department kept an eye on him. Hale detail fell to Murph more often than not...which had led to yet another unexpected development...
Now: It was late. Murphy's shift would be over in twenty minutes. She had plans to inhale a good meal and what passed for a steak sandwich in this town, binge watch a few episodes of Gossip Girl (shut up, don't judge her), on Netflix then go to bed.
She was sitting in the squad car, parked in a blind lane off the main road outside of town proper, finishing up her paperwork for the shift when a familiar truck went by. Baby blue eyes looked at the clock on the radio. Fifteen minutes. Close enough, she thought. She started the car with her lips pulled to the side then hit the roller lights after pulling out to go after the truck.
After the truck pulled over Murph put her car in park then got out to approach the driver's side. Her flashlight was aimed at the side view mirror to keep her identify hidden. Not that she wouldn't be identified as soon as the driver rolled the window down and got a nose full of her scent. Said window was tapped on by her flashlight which was then shined into Derek's face. "License and registration." She was glad he couldn't see the smirk on her face.