Most of these involve firearms finesse or intimidation with guns.

Guns or Athletics?
[She] had the reflexes that were depressingly common in all three vampire types, and she darted out of the way of the flames. She leveled both guns at me as she did, blazing away like those Hong Kong action movies.
(Blood Rites 16:119)

Guns
{I} drew out a great big Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.
(Death Masks 4:41)

(I'm not quite sure where this fits, if anywhere, but it does involve a gun.)
"If you like, think of the precautions as a compliment."
 I folded my arms. "Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head."
(Blood Rites 10:76)

Guns or Intimidation (I couldn't believe that no one suggested this one already.)
"So I'd use a rifle at a thousand yards. The bullet outruns its own sonic boom, and you'd never even hear the shot. You'd be dead before you realized what happened."
(Blood Rites 10:78)

Intimidation
Apparently a gun held to the back of my head engenders a sense of fellowship and goodwill in the depths of my soul.
I cooperated.
(Blood Rites 10:74)

Murphy put the mouth of the riot gun against [his] spine and said, "How good is that armor?"
(Blood Rites 31:263)

"If you make any noise or start to get up, I'll probably twitch, and this trigger is pretty sensitive. My gun is pointed at your nose. The ensuing cause-and-effect chain reaction could be inconvenient for you."
(Blood Rites 10:75)

Fists (Ah, philadelphia, maybe this one belongs in Rapport? )
My vision went red with rage and I hit him in the face for the second time in six hours. He fell to the floor, twisted his hips, and swept my legs out from under me.  I hit the ground, and [he] piled on to me; going for an armlock. I got a leg underneath me and sank my teeth into his arm as he tried to get it around my neck. I pushed up and slammed him against a wall with my body, and we both staggered apart.
(Blood Rites 21:163)

Edit: 'cause I forgot some.

Intimidation
I felt cold stone flow into the features of my face, into the timbre of my voice.
...
The change in tone hit her hard. She blinked at me in surprise for a second, lips parted but empty of sound.
...
She stared at me in utter shock.
...
I leaned closer, staring coldly, and she leaned away, declining to make eye contact. "Now buckle the f*** up." She did.
(Proven Guilty, chap 9, page 59, hardcover)

Investigation
There was a large splotch of [blood] on the floor, and it had been smeared around when it had been making the tile all slippery. There were a couple of different footmarks on the floor, outlined in blood, and more smears of it on one of the sinks, where the victim had apparently tried to pull himself up off the floor. It looked fairly gruesome, which wasn't really a surprise. There wasn't as much blood as there would have been at, say, a murder, but there was plenty all the same.
(Proven Guilty, chap 11, page 77, hardcover)

And another one for Rapport
"Give me a ride home?" I asked.
She already had her keys in her hand. "Do I look like your driver?"
"Thanks, Murph."
(Proven Guilty, chap 13, page 97, hardcover)

Deceit
I kept my duck blind of a smile in place, and mouthed appropriately polite phrases in the right spots.  My cheeks had already started hurting. (Death Masks, chap 19, page 197)

Deceit
(I know this next one is too long; I'm sure parts could be dropped.)
Then I reached into my pocket and dropped a quarter on the floor near him. "There's a pay phone on the other side of the parking lot, past a patch of broken glass. You'd better get yourself an ambulance." I turned and walked out the door without looking back. ...text omitted...
The Russian grinned. "Was that a quarter you gave Cassius?" "Yeah." "For the phone?" "Yeah." 
Michael noted, " Phone calls cost more than that now."
(Death Masks, chap 28, pages 301-302)

Discipline
The lights and the noise made it a little difficult to keep my concentration, and I felt the spell I'd woven around me wobble. I closed my eyes for a second, until I had it stabilized again. (Death Masks, chap 1, page 1)

Discipline?
There are things you can't walk away from. Not if you want to live with yourself afterward.
(Death Masks, chap 14, page 145)


Endurance
The cold grew more intense, more painful, I couldn't escape it. I panicked, thrashing wildly, dull pain flaring in my bound limbs, and away into numbness under the cold.
(Death Masks, chap 21, page 228)

and a little later.
I didn't have much energy. After a few minutes,  I hung panting and hurting and too tired to struggle any more, the water only getting colder, bound limbs screaming.  I hurt, but figured the pain couldn't get any worse.  A few hours went by and showed me how wrong I was.
(Death Masks, chap 21, page 228)

Fists
Benn didn't give us any warning. She just moved, fast and hard, stepping toward Murphy. There was a quick blur of motion. Murphy's hands got there before the blow landed, and she turned, somehow levering Benn's weight off from her legs and slamming the grey-maned woman into a wall.
(Fool Moon, chap 2, page 20)


Intimidation  I like the childishness in this one.
"Hi, " I said in a loud voice, and stepped up to my door.  I towered over Blandman. And I had a great big gun in my hand, even if I did keep it pointed down at the floor.  "I'm Harry Dresden." (Death Masks, chap 4, page 42)

Intimidation or possibly Contacts
"Ventas servitas," I hissed, nice and dramatic, and threw some will at the door. Sudden wind slammed it shut right in front of his eyes. He squeaked, and backed up several paces, staring at the door, then whirling to face me.
I used the remnants of the same spell to push out a chair opposite me. "Sit down Morty, I've got a few questions." (Grave Peril, chap 10, page 83)

Here are some more.  I think these are new, but I didn't check this time to see if they've been posted already.
FYI: For convenience, I have stripped out most of the books' formatting by running the text together and ignoring paragraph boundaries.

I love this image of Murphy that Harry sees when he looks at her through his Sight!
Presence
The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see.
(Grave Peril, chap 13, page 105)
If you want more of the quote, it continues:
The Sight, I realized dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.


Here are two about the Archive.
Presence
I extended my senses gingerly toward her. The air around her fairly hummed with power, different from what I would expect from another wizard, but strong all the same, a quiet and dangerous buzz like that around high-tension power lines.
(Death Masks, chap 10, page 108)

Presence
The girl had power. She had a hell of a lot of power. ...text omitted... She regarded me with implacable blue eyes I suddenly did not want to take the chance of looking into.
(Death Masks, chap 10, page 109)


Empathy
I looked in Susan's eyes and saw hope there for just a moment. (Death Masks, chap 14, page 145)

Empathy
The insult relieved me a little. If he was able to be a wiseass he'd probably be OK. (Death Masks, chap 9, page 103)

Empathy This could also work for Investigation.
I stared at him for a minute and got a hunch, a solid intuition of which I was completely sure. Denton was hiding something. He knew something and wasn't talking.  Don't ask me how I knew it, but something about him, about the way the veins bulged in his forehead, or the way he held his neck so stiffly, made me think so.
(Fool Moon, chap 2, page 22)


Investigation
"I snuck downstairs so I could listen to Dad tell Mom what had happened. "  ...text omitted... 
"Do you eavesdrop on every private conversation you can?"  ...text omitted...
"No one says anything interesting in a public conversation, do they?"
(Death Masks, chap 15, page 156)

Investigation (The last sentence could be cut; it would fit into Alertness.)
I kept my head down, my hands in my pockets, and walked toward the harbor. I didn't rubberneck around, but I tried to look at everything while moving only my eyes. 
I didn't see anyone but I couldn't shake the impression that I was being observed. 
(Death Masks, chap 12, page 121)


Might
Michael picked me up as though I weighed no more than one of children. (Grave Peril, chap 31, page 287)


Stealth or Burglary It would work for either.
I put my hands on the grate and pushed it as gently as I could. It slid soundlessly from the wall and I set it one side. ...text omitted...
I needed only a few seconds to creep out, and nip the Shroud and get back into the vents. ...text omitted...
I slipped out of the vents, thinking silent thoughts. A long stretch put my fingertips on the tube's carrying strap.
(Death Masks, chap 19, page 211)


That's it for the moment.