A/N: Thanks for the reviews! :) And let me remind you again, this is NOT my idea, it's an actual movie which I'm just rewriting in CID style.

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The day dawned bright and clear, the sun casting a warm glow over the city as Abhijeet stirred under his blankets.

6.30 already... Oh, damn, I have to pick up my suit for tonight from the dry-cleaner's... I'll do it on the way home... Hope there isn't any new case today... Ah, well... OK, better get up...

He opened his eyes blearily, squinting as the sunlight filled them. It took only a brief glimpse of his surroundings for him to awaken fully, staring around in confusion as he slowly sat up.

Why am I in Adi's room? What happened last night? Oh my God, I have no memory of this...

As Abhijeet's head reeled in shock, he happened to glance down at himself. Or more accurately, the Deccan Chargers sweatshirt he had on. This isn't mine... His eyes fell on his hands- they were smaller, the skin softer and much less weathered-looking. Those aren't mine... He reached up and clutched at his hair. It was thicker but less silky, the bangs flopping over his forehead. That's not mine either... Frantically, he lifted up the end of his shirt, and gasped in shock as he was greeted by the sight of a completely flat stomach. That's definitely not mine!

Jumping out of bed, he went over to the mirror, his heart pounding. Sure enough, it was Adi's reflection staring back at him. He let out a yelp of terror, grabbing his face- or rather, Adi's face- just as Saara came running and stood in the doorway, looking frightened. "Adi, come quick! Abhijeet uncle isn't getting up!"

"I'm not getting up?" Abhijeet blurted out, his voice faint with horror, and hurried after Saara. As he followed her into his own room, she gestured wildly to the figure that lay tangled up in the blankets. "See? He's not moving!"

"My God," breathed Abhijeet, leaning closer and gaping at his own body. "No, wait... it's breathing! I'm not dead," he said in relief, and Saara gave him a bemused look. "What?"

"Oh, um... right..." Abhijeet was flustered. "His... his chest is moving, beta, see?" He pointed, and Saara glanced briefly at the sleeping figure before looking back up at Abhijeet curiously. "Did you just call me 'beta'?"

Abhijeet could have kicked himself. Saara tilted her head suspiciously at him. "Are you sick?" she asked, and Abhijeet swallowed. "I hope so... or dreaming, or..." he trailed off. "Beta- I mean, Saara- go get breakfast. You can eat Adi's cornflakes- um, I mean, my cornflakes."

"OK," Saara said, and flounced out of the room. As soon as she was gone, Abhijeet leaned over his body again, prodding tentatively at his shoulder. "Hello in there? Wake up, beta... wake up... wake up! Oh, that is it!" he growled, and went around to the edge of the bed, seizing his ankles and pulling. Adi reflexively caught hold of the headboard, and Abhijeet, finding it much more difficult to pull his own weight with Adi's strength than vice versa, dropped him almost at once. Adi got out of bed, scowling. "Could I just have like one minute to actually wake up, please!" he barked, as Abhijeet approached him warily. "Beta... I think something's happened to us."

Adi's eyes- or rather, Abhijeet's eyes- widened, his jaw dropping as he saw what appeared to be his own clone staring back at him. "What are you?" he asked in a horrified whisper, backing away slowly as Abhijeet held up his hands, trying to calm him down. "It's me. Dad."

"You're not my dad!" Adi exclaimed in disbelief, looking his own body up and down. "Yes, I am," Abhijeet said slowly and emphatically, and Adi glared at him. "Get away, you clone freak!" he shouted defensively, and Abhijeet flared up at once. "Don't you use that tone with me!" he ordered, pointing an angry finger at his son, who goggled back at him. "Oh my God, you are my dad," he said in an incredulous voice, and Abhijeet's tone grew apprehensive. "And you're not who you think you are," he told Adi, who took one look down at himself and dashed straight to the mirror. His mouth fell open once again as he saw his father's reflection gaping back at him, and he let out a loud gasp. "Look at me!"

"I know," Abhijeet agreed, coming up behind him. "We seem to be inside each oth-" He was cut off by Adi's agonised exclamation. "I'm old!"

"Excuse me?" Abhijeet demanded, giving his son a highly affronted look as Adi howled in despair, clutching his face- or rather, Abhijeet's face. "Oh, I'm like a clean-shaven Dumbledore!"

"All right, that's enough!" Abhijeet said loudly as Adi turned to stare at him. Both of them burst into identical shrieks of horror. Adi was nearly hysterical. "I want my body back!"

"And I don't want mine? My promotion's tomorrow!" Abhijeet realised what he had just said, and smacked a hand against his head in alarm. "My God, my promotion's tomorrow."

Adi looked thunderstruck. "Whoa... I can't become the ACP, no way!"

"OK, OK, OK," Abhijeet muttered frantically, turning and sitting down agitatedly on the bed. "OK what?" Adi demanded, and Abhijeet's shoulders slumped. "I have no idea."

(A/N: When I say Abhijeet, it means Abhijeet in Adi's body, and vice versa, remember!)

"Right... um, so..." Adi ran a hand through his hair. "You're in my body, and I'm in your body. Why don't we like..." he smacked his hands together, and Abhijeet caught on at once. "Yes... yes, I see what you're saying... a jolt!" he said excitedly, and jumped to his feet. "All right, you go over there and I'll go over here," he told Adi, and the two of them went to opposite sides of the room. "Now when I say go..." Abhijeet said, and Adi nodded urgently. "Go!"

Both of them dashed towards each other and collided spectacularly, crashing to the floor just as Saara appeared in the doorway. "OK, that was stupid," Abhijeet groaned as they slowly sat up, wincing. "Saara!" Abhijeet exclaimed, and Adi raised his eyebrows at her. "What do you want, Suckerpunch?" he asked impatiently. Saara stared back and forth between father and son, and it was clear from her face that she was completely lost. Adi made a go-away gesture towards her, and she promptly raced off. Abhijeet glared at him as both of them scrambled to their feet. "You cannot talk to her like that, she thinks you're her uncle!"

"Well, we're going to have to tell her sometime," Adi said, shrugging, and Abhijeet shook his head violently. "Oh, no. We're not gonna tell her. We're not gonna tell anyone. They'll think we're crazy!"

Adi made a doubtful face. "Maybe we are crazy," he speculated, and Abhijeet folded his arms defensively. "I for one am not crazy. I'm merely a grown man trapped in my son's body." Adi blinked at him, and Abhijeet grimaced. "My God. I am crazy."

They tiptoed out of the room, peering around the edge of the wall. Daya and Saara were setting the table for breakfast. "OK, Daya's still Daya, and Saara's still Saara," muttered Abhijeet.

"So it's just us... what did we do wrong?" Adi hissed, just as Daya nearly tripped over a chair leg. "Whoops!" he exclaimed, hastily grabbing the table to steady himself. Saara giggled. "Good thing you didn't fall, Papa, or the neighbours would have thought there's an earthquake!"

"Earthquake?!" Abhijeet and Adi gasped in unison, exchanging wild glances of comprehension. "At Wang's Kitchen!" Abhijeet said, and Adi nodded. "Nobody felt it but us!" he added in a whisper as Daya approached them. "Daya uncle!" Adi blurted out reflexively, and Abhijeet stood on his foot as Daya stared up at Adi, bewildered. "Abhijeet, did you just call me 'uncle'? And why aren't you guys ready yet?"

"Right, um, Dad," Abhijeet said, giving Adi a fake smile and tugging insistently on his hand. "Guess you better hurry up!" He grabbed his son's hand and dragged him back into his room before the latter could protest. "The earthquake, and Nabu's crazy mother pointing at me, then pointing at you..." Abhijeet reeled off as he paced around the room. "Yeah, and what was she talking about?" Adi asked, and Abhijeet frowned thoughtfully. "She did something... some sort of magic or whatever."

"Well, what do we do now?" Adi asked hopelessly. "I can't go to school like this!" He gestured ruefully to his father's body.

"You have to," Abhijeet said at once. "You're practically on the verge of suspension, Adi. And you have your volleyball finals today."

Adi smiled and leaned back against the pillows, stretching. "And I'm going to play volleyball in this condition, eh?" he asked, smirking as he prodded his stomach. Abhijeet narrowed his eyes at him, but a thought occurred to him the next minute. "Of course, I could go to school and play in the finals for you... I'm sure it'd be quite simple for me."

"Are you kidding, Dad?" Adi was incredulous. "You think you can be me?"

"Of course I can," Abhijeet retorted. "Watch me." He adopted a whiny, childish tone. "Oh, everyone's out to get me, you're ruining my life!" He folded his arms just as Adi got to his feet defensively. "Well, it's easy to be you... I'll just suck the fun out of everything!"

"I do not suck the fun out of everything..."

"Fun sucker!"

"Oh, this is ridiculous!" Abhijeet snapped. "All right. I will go to school, and you will stay right- oh no," he groaned, running a rueful hand through his hair. "Chandu."

"What? Who's Chandu?" demanded Adi, and Abhijeet sighed. "My best informer. He's supposed to come to the bureau today." An idea suddenly hit him. "Maybe just my face would do..." he said, reaching up, and Adi jumped back in horror. "No! No way. No way Dad! I am not interrogating some forty-year-old secret agent. I mean, what am I supposed to say to the guy?"

"Nothing!" Abhijeet said, accompanying it with a forceful gesture. "You are in no way to delegate any kind of dangerous task to anyone. That would be unethical. Just listen attentively, nod occasionally, and if you must speak, just ask 'The information is confirmed, right?'"

"You're serious," Adi stated, looking incredulous at the realisation. "You- you really want us to be each other?"

"Well..." Abhijeet hesitated for a minute, and then his tone grew resolute. "We will get through this morning as each other, and then we'll go back to the restaurant at lunch and get switched back, OK? Now go get dressed," he said, giving his son a small push, and Adi turned and smirked at his father. "Well, good luck getting dressed without a door, Dad."

Abhijeet glowered darkly at him as he sailed out of the room.

Shortly afterwards, as Daya's car went off down the road, Abhijeet sat in the back with his chin in his hand, Adi up front next to Daya. Next to Abhijeet, Saara was fidgeting with her school bag. "Saara, could you settle down, please?" he asked tiredly, and reached over to poke Adi in the shoulder. "Feet down," he hissed, and Adi shot him a scowl over his shoulder as he lowered his feet. "Excuse me." He turned back to the front, his voice pointedly loud. "And while I'm apologising, let me just say to the whole car how truly sorry I am for being such a control freak all the time."

"Oh, you're not controlling, Dad," Abhijeet was quick to retort from the back. "I'm the one who should be apologising for my complete disregard for anyone's feelings but my own."

"Well, at least you have a great sense of style," Adi returned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not like me."

"Enough!" Abhijeet whispered fiercely as Adi hit upon a major discovery- his father's credit card. "Cool," he murmured, and Abhijeet's eyes widened in alarm. "Don't even think about it!" he growled in his son's ear. Daya looked befuddled. "Am I supposed to follow this?" he questioned, and Adi smiled weakly at him. "Oh, it's nothing... uh, yaar."

Daya grinned at him. "One more day," he reminded, and Adi winced inwardly. "Y-yeah... It's... great I'm becoming ACP, isn't it? Even though our ACP Pradyuman died. How quickly I've been able to get over it."

"Just pull up here," Abhijeet told Daya, and turned to Adi. "Dad, out of the car." Daya stopped outside the school, and Abhijeet pulled Adi out, dragging him a little distance away from the car. "You hold your tongue, all right? If you manage to alienate Daya in my body-"

"OK, OK," Adi held up his hands defensively, and Abhijeet let out a sigh. "Thank God your mother's out of town, or else you'd have to-"

Adi gave him an appalled look. "Dad, please, I just had breakfast. That's my mother you're talking about. I'd kill myself if-"

"All right, listen. I want you back here at 12.15 sharp," Abhijeet said brusquely, checking Adi's watch, and Adi rolled his eyes. "OK, OK."

"Is that a tone? Are you using a tone with me?" barked Abhijeet, and Adi groaned. "Whatever, Dad! Bye!" With that, he turned and went back into the car just as Saara got down. Abhijeet went ahead, smiling as he approached Sudeep. "Hi, Sudeep!" he said brightly, and Sudeep grinned back at him just a little too broadly. "Hey, Adi!" he greeted, and leaned forward, apparently intending to give Abhijeet a hug. It came as a rude shock, therefore, when the boy grabbed the end of Abhijeet's uniform sweater and pulled it up over his head, sending him flailing and staggering blindly around.

Predictably, he went crashing into a row of bicycles parked nearby and fell flat on his back, and Sudeep's eyes widened in horror. "Run," he commanded his friends, and they all scurried away just as two other people grabbed Abhijeet's hands and pulled him up. "Are you okay, Adi?" Saara asked worriedly as Kenny dusted Abhijeet off. "I am appalled that Sudeep would do something like that," Abhijeet said angrily, and Kenny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, real shocker." He made an impatient gesture as he and Saara led Abhijeet away from there.

Adi, meanwhile, was accompanying his uncle to the CID bureau. It was lucky for him that Daya wasn't in a particularly chatty mood that morning, so there wasn't much opportunity for any careless slip-ups on Adi's part. "So do you need a ride home later or will you be picking up your car from the mechanic's?" Daya questioned as they got down, and Adi stretched his father's face into an evil grin of anticipation. "Oh, I will definitely be picking up my car. In fact..." he checked Abhijeet's watch. "I think I'll just rush over and pick it up right now. It's not far anyway."

"OK, but don't get too late, you don't wanna set a bad example to the juniors," Daya warned him, and Adi was gone before he could blink. On his way to the garage, Adi caught sight of a certain row of shops which made him stop abruptly. Pulling his father's wallet out of his pocket, he smirked. "Well, as long as I'm in this sucky situation, I might as well use it to my advantage." He strode into the nearest shop with a spring in his step that no one had seen on Abhijeet in quite a while.

When Adi returned to the CID bureau, the effect was immediate. Tasha literally fell off her chair, her mouth agape and her already big eyes the size of chocolate coins. Vivek was too stunned to even blink, let alone notice that his wife was sprawled on the floor beside him. Sachin and Purvi bore identical expressions of pure, unadulterated amazement, and poor Rajat, who had only come in that morning to pass on some information from the high command, looked thoroughly dumbfounded. "Uh... sir? Is... is that you?" he asked, his voice faint. In fact, he himself looked ready to faint from sheer shock any minute.

Adi smiled back at his favourite- and only- maternal uncle, barely able to conceal his glee at the effect he had produced. "Yup." The general reaction of the team was making him exceedingly proud of his work. Abhijeet's precious, beautiful, painstakingly combed hair was now falling casually over his forehead, and he had on a brand-new coat of black synthetic leather. The purple shirt he wore underneath was almost half undone, the collar let out over the coat. On his feet were original black Converse sneakers that looked as new as everything else, and to top it all off, as a crowning glory, there was a small silver ring in his left ear, a narrow hoop that clung closely to his earlobe. In short, he looked about as much of an ACP as Sir Mick Jagger.

While the officers were still blinking at Adi in astonishment, Abhijeet's phone rang. "Senior Inspector Abhijeet speaking," he said carefully, and the next second made a revolted face. "Root canal? That's not fair, they're not my teeth. No, no. No, I'm cancelling. Like I'm gonna take that bullet. Please." He hung up, just as a middle-aged man in dingy clothes entered the bureau, looking rather nervous. He was dark and rather shifty-looking, with drooping yet shrewd round eyes and a wide mouth. He gave a start as Adi turned to him. "Oh! Sir. You're here," he said, astonishment mingled with wariness flashing across his face. "I couldn't recognise you!"

"Whatever, Chintu," Adi said with an impatient wave of his hand, and the man gaped at him, blinking his heavy-lidded eyes in shock. "My name's Chandu!" he exclaimed, and Adi winced. "Oops. Yeah. Chandu."

In school, meanwhile, it was Biology class, and Abhijeet was frowning to himself as he watched Ms. Shreya. "Shreya... hmm, Shreya... where have I seen her before?" he muttered thoughtfully, and Kenny gave him a look. "Like every day in this torture chamber?"

The lady in question, meanwhile, was strolling around with a disconcertingly cheerful expression. "Today, my darlings, is a lovely day... for an oral test!" she announced as a collective groan went around the classroom. "All of you should have finished reading the chapter on genetics by now. I'm going to ask each of you one question, and you'll be graded according to your answer."

"Thank God it's genetics," Abhijeet said in relief to Kenny. "I once helped with the analysis of a DNA-" he broke off abruptly, realising his error, and hastened to cover up. "I mean, I know about genetics."

"Like that'll help you," Kenny remarked drily, and Abhijeet looked curiously at him as Ms. Shreya called upon a boy in the front row. "Nitin. What is heredity?"

"Well, uh, heredity... it's like getting stuff from your parents. You know, their characteristics and stuff?" Nitin said uncertainly, and Ms. Shreya prompted him. "You mean the passing of..." Nitin nodded. "Traits..." Ms. Shreya continued, and Nitin's nodding developed into headbanging, as though he were listening to rock music rather than a Biology definition. "...From parents to offspring," Ms. Shreya finished for him testily, and Nitin beamed. "Yup. Exactly."

"Very good," said Ms. Shreya. "You get a 'B'." Nitin grinned broadly, and Ms. Shreya's sharp eyes fell on Abhijeet. "Aditya."

"Yes, ma'am," Abhijeet sat up straight, and Ms. Shreya folded her arms. "What is the function of DNA?"

Abhijeet was quick to answer. "Well, it's primarily an informational molecule that contains genetic instructions for the development and functioning of living organisms, and the information the DNA contains is held in genes which transmit genetic information, like biological traits and characteristics." He finished with a winning smile, and Ms. Shreya's face twitched for a second before her nose turned up. "That... is seriously overreaching. D," she said primly, and Abhijeet's jaw dropped nearly down to his lap as beside him, Kenny winced and patted him ruefully on the shoulder. "Told you."

However, we all know where Adi got his relentless fighting spirit from, and as soon as class was over, Abhijeet grabbed Adi's bag and marched towards Ms. Shreya's desk. "Ma'am, can I talk to you?"

"I think that would be fairly pointless, but go ahead," she replied with a careless gesture, and Abhijeet fixed her with an icy stare. "On what basis did- I mean... how could I, like, get a D?" he wanted to know. "I mean, what mistakes did I make?"

"Grading is subjective, Adi," Ms. Shreya informed him, and Abhijeet's eyebrows flipped up towards his hairline. "That was a professional definition."

"And you're qualified to make that statement?" she asked acidly, and Abhijeet folded his arms, glaring down at her. "As a matter of fact, I most certainly am."

"Well, my grade is final," Ms. Shreya retorted, and Abhijeet was about to return it with a venomous retort of his own when a sudden realisation hit him and his eyes widened. "Wait. You're the same Ms. Shreya who was once a witness in a kidnapping case, aren't you?"

The Biology teacher looked thunderstruck. "How- how do you know that?" she asked weakly, and Abhijeet pounced like a beast of prey, just as he would with any suspect. "Well, you asked me- I mean, you asked my dad out when your case was over, and he turned you down!"

Ms. Shreya's face was turning steadily redder, and in the doorway, Kenny's face was growing more and more incredulously delighted as he looked at either of them in turn. "This isn't something you're supposed to be discussing with-" Ms. Shreya sputtered, looking thoroughly flustered, but Abhijeet ploughed on ruthlessly. "And now you're taking it out on his son, aren't you? Aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the lady protested feebly, and Abhijeet scoffed. "Oh, please. You didn't even know him. And it's been almost eighteen years, you've got to let it go and move on, for heaven's sake!"

Kenny clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter, and Abhijeet leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the table and narrowing his eyes at Ms. Shreya. "And I'm sure the school board would love to hear about your pathetic vendetta against an innocent student." He turned and went towards the door, but paused and looked back at Ms. Shreya, who was goggling at him. "Oh, and by the way, Shreya ma'am? He was engaged. And you were a suspect."

Leaving her with a facial expression that bore a striking resemblance to a fish, Abhijeet slung Adi's bag over his shoulder and strode out of the classroom, followed by Kenny, who had finally given up all attempts at self-control and was now almost doubled over, clutching his stomach as he howled with laughter. "That... was... bloody... priceless!"

Abhijeet grinned at him. "I don't think Ms. Shreya will be giving me much trouble anymore, do you?" Kenny shook his head with a wink before going off to find Saara, and Abhijeet went out to the school gate. His momentary euphoria at trouncing Ms. Shreya was, however, soon replaced by a veritable heart attack as his car pulled up in front of him, and Adi leaned out of the window with a broad grin. "Hi, Dad." His new earring glinted in the sunlight.

"What have you done to me?!" Abhijeet screamed.

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A/N: Hehe :D So how did you find it? I hope I don't have to abandon this halfway, so please review and let me know how many people really want me to continue!