A/N: My sister is going to fucking be dancing in the streets. Correction, dancing on an airstrip. I've moved on from my normal crossovers…which she can't stand. shakes head I sooo love my twin. Really, I do.

Well, I don't own Joan of Arcadia, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or The Sentinel (although my sister wishes she owned Blair and I kinda wish I owned Daryl, but we're getting off the subject.) Also, ummm…if you aren't familiar with Joan or Buffy, don't worry. I'm kinda tweaking them a bit.

Nearly a month later, someone else was having a reaction similar to Giles's to the news.

"Joyce?" Jim Ellison asked in a tone of pure disbelief. It had been years since he'd talked to her, let alone seen her. "Aunt Joyce is dead?!"

The lawyer bit his lip before sharing a pained glance with the social worker. He'd known Joyce Summers for several years and knew how much she still cared for her oldest nephew/best childhood friend. "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Ellison. However, Joyce left you custody of her three daughters and everything she owned. Her sister, Helen Girardi and Helen's husband, William, also died that night."

"Aunt Helen and Aunt Joyce died on the same night?" Jim hadn't been so close to crying in years.

Joyce and Helen were his father's half sisters, the product of an affair his grandfather had had just a year or so before he was born. He may not have been close to William Ellison growing up, but it's rather hard not to be close to people who are only a few years older than you. Although, it was rather surprising that the three had ended up being such good friends after Jim turned six. After all, before then, he was constantly snatching his aunts' Barbie dolls and beheading them. Well, sometimes. Some of those fashions though…

"Yes. In the event that both Helen and Will died together or at least both died before their children had reached legal age, they had appointed Joyce as their children's guardian. Since she also died in the same pile up, you gain custody."

"And how many cousins do I have from Aunt Helen?" Jim asked nervously. He was inwardly cursing his childhood playmates. They had to go and die on him so close together!

They got engaged at the same time, got married at the same time, and had the same number of children. They also lost their first teeth on the same day, frequently lost their keys at the same time, and had even lost their virginity within an hour of each other. (That was a fact he'd always wished they hadn't shared with him.)

Now they had to die on the same day. Hadn't those two ever heard of identical twins often times being totally dissimilar? And they were technically fraternal twins, even if their father's housekeeper had always dressed them alike. Why, oh fucking why, did they have to be so damn alike?

"Three. The oldest, Kevin, is seventeen. Joan is fourteen, and Luke is thirteen. Joyce's girls are also around those ages. Buffy recently turned sixteen, Faith is fourteen, and Dawn is just past her eleventh birthday," the social worker, Amelia Birdsong, told the shell shocked detective. "All six will be flying in on the next plane from L.A. It arrives in seven hours."

Jim stared at her in open disbelief. "You're telling me that I have to figure out where to put five teenagers and one preteen in about six hours, since it'll take an hour to get into the airport and fight security. How insane are you, Ms. Birdsong?"

"I'm not insane," she responded stiffly. "It simply took a while to locate you."

"There aren't that many James Ellisons in Cascade, Washington! I'm fairly positive that I'm the only one." And then he glanced at her. "I'm a cop, ma'am, and it surprises me that you're just allowing me to take these kids when I live in a two bedroom apartment and am an unmarried man. Care to tell me why?"

"I'll be making a visit in two weeks," she said finally. "Depending on what I find at that time, the department may feel that the children would not benefit from your care."

"You were just going to spring a surprise visitation on me, weren't you?"

And somehow, she figured it was safest for her sanity if she didn't answer that.

The social worker and lawyer then found themselves standing speechlessly outside the loft as the irate detective went to call the realtor, and Blair in that order.

Several minutes later, the Bullpen was treated to an interesting conversation overheard from Blair's speakerphone.

"We're moving."

"Hello?" Blair looked apprehensively at the phone.

"We're moving," Jim repeated. Honestly, Blair could be so thick.

"Jim, is that you?"

"Who else would it be? We're moving."

"Why?"

"Because you can't expect eight people to cram into a two bedroom loft for more than…" he paused for a minute, "Well, Dawn graduates in six years, so six years. Besides, I don't want Joyce and Helen's kids thrust into the system."

"You're making no sense, man."

"We've got six kids."

That was the point where Simon suspiciously started cough.

"We've what?" If Blair had been singing opera, he would have hit the hi C.

"You'll meet them tonight," he was told. "Bye."

"Jim? Jim, man, what are…"…click… Turning to the listening Bullpen, he looked about ready to kill his partner.

"He hung up on me," he whined.

A/N: I'm trying to go through and flesh this story out. As past readers will remember, this was a long chapter originally and the start of the story. I've broken the chapter down, added a few details that should have been there from the beginning and changed the ages to reflect some parts of the shows correctly. But please remember that this is still an AU.