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Sitting in a corner of the cafeteria eating the lunch she had brought with her, Gladys Kravitz worked the crossword in her copy of the New York Times. She always came to New York when her niece came to visit Tabitha Stephens, her old childhood friend, but now another of Tabitha's friends, Sabrina Spellman up from Boston, had joined the two of them. While the three young girls were off shopping and sharing time, Gladys sat and waited for her appointment to clear up one of her great mysteries of her life.

"Mrs. Kravitz?" Sam and Dean Winchester, paranormal detectives, appeared in the cafeteria near her. "Hi, I'm Sam… we talked over the phone. This is my brother, Dean…" Dean lightly waved as they sat by her. "You said you wanted to tell us about your old neighbor in Connecticut, a woman named Samantha Stephens?"

"Yes, that's right…" Gladys placed her newspaper and purse aside. "You guys look into weird things. Well, she's about as weird as they come! Things are always vanishing and reappearing around her…"

"Vanishing and reappearing?" Dean shared a look to his brother. "In what way?"

"Like magic…" Gladys reacted theatrically cynical and annoyed. "I was afraid for my life all the years I lived near her!"

"In what way…" Sam started then noticed someone was shadowing them. The two brothers looked up to the FBI Agent that had been shadowing them.

"I thought I told you guys I didn't want you talking to Gladys Kravitz before we could." Agent Fox Mulder stood by the table garbed in his loose and askew dark suit. By his side was the incredibly attractive Agent Dana Scully in an emerald green jacket and skirt combo with her black blouse parted nearly down to her cleavage. She crossed her arms annoying as the Winchester brothers eyed her chest in unison. Mulder parted the two brothers from the table.

"Great…" Sam rose and left the agents to talk to Kravitz without them. They slowly drifted from the cafeteria. "I'm almost positive Samantha Stephens could help lead us to our father." He whispered under breath to Dean. Briefly peeking into Stone's courtroom, Dean and stopped and gestured to his brother.

"Doesn't that blonde look familiar?!" He asked Sam.

"Yeah, she's hot!" Sam noticed.

"No…" Dean smacked him upside the head. "From Sunnyside!!!" They flashed back on a case with animated dead zombies.

"Let me get this straight," Harry grinned down upon the attractive blonde. "You chased this man for eight blocks, jumped down three stories, pursued him through the sewer, the supermarket and the park over seven miles and twenty-four blocks non-stop before catching him and pushing a stake through his chest."

"That's correct." The cute and petite blonde stood between Dan and Christine as her head barely broke the level of the bench.

"Buffy," Harry grinned again. "If that is your real name..." He said it as if he denied it. "You do realize that's murder."

"It is if you make it that." Buffy answered.

"Sir," Christine spoke up. "There is a bit of a... Sticky-wicket to this case. The coroner's examination of the dead-man's body was re-examined five more times by Dr. Temperance Brennan. She concurs as did the pathologist and testifies in her report that it had already been dead for... three hundred and forty-six years."

Harry had an odd look come over his face as he gazed at the harmless looking attractive blonde. She sheepishly rolled her eyes as if the news was nothing special to her. Dan stepped away and into his place once more as if nothing surprised him anymore. He tossed Buffy's arrest file over his back.

"Prosecution." Harry turned to Dan.

"Let's just sweep this under the carpet and make it go away." Dan mumbled out loud.

"Sounds good to me." Harry pounded his gavel as that case gave him the willies. Roz took Buffy away as Mac lifted another thirty cases and dropped them by Harry's side.

"Case 185," He was getting tired as they carried on. "Tom Sawyer… assault…"

An unshaven blonde guy with long hair was lead out by Bull. Annoyingly glaring around the room, he struck a pose between Dan and Christine and stood annoyed and ready to get his punishment.

"Tom Sawyer?" Harry grinned at his name. "Hey, where's Huckleberry Finn?"

"Could we move this along, Sparky…." Sawyer groused a bit twirling his fingers. "I got a plane trip to Australia to catch."

"Right…" Harry miffed annoyingly at his attitude. "Prosecution?"

"Mr. Happy, here…" Dan sneered at Sawyer. "Yeah, I can do the nicknames too!" He recomposed himself. "Attacked a patron at a restaurant on fourth…"

"This guy was getting on my nerves…" Sawyer rolled his eyes.

"Sir," Christine looked over the case file. "Defense may call for dropping the charges since the defendant isn't here to represent himself."

"I'm here…" Private Investigator Adrian Monk treaded in slowly and dismayed the unsanitary nature of the building. Wearing plastic gloves and spraying disinfectant, he avoided getting touched to approach the bench. "Your honor…" He forced a nervous grin. "I've got this… obsessive compulsive disorder." He mused on how his nature affected others. "I decided against pressing charges. I understand I may…. Sometimes…. Annoy others."

"That makes my job simple." Harry pounded his gavel. "Charges dropped."

"Thanks buddy…" Sawyer grinned annoyingly and grabbed Monk to hug and pat his back, but not to thank him but just to annoy him right back. Once released, Monk screamed, dropped his aerosol and whipped out another to spay around him. Sawyer continued his way out with Dan and Christine watching Monk racing out to find a sterile place.

"Next case, sir…" Mac produced the next case. "John Hemingway, soliciting a prostitute."

"I wasn't soliciting her." Hemingway was lead by a bailiff other than Roz or Bull. "She was a friend. I was just offering her a few bucks to get by on." Hemingway stopped and looked at Dan by him. They looked like twins except Hemingway was heavier and longer hair. They looked like one actor from two different TV series. Dan was more distinguishingly attired in his suit as the man he was prosecuting was more casually dressed in Dockers and a white shirt and tie. Harry and Mac dropped their jaws as they refused to believe it. Another guy who looked liked Dan….

"Please tell me I'm looking in a mirror." Dan saw their resemblance. Christine hadn't even noticed yet!

"Sir," She began and slowly noticed the two of them looked alike. "Mr. Hemingway was... Oh my god, someone cloned Dan!!!!!!!!"

Standing in her spot, Roz had turned to look at Bull.

"You missed Hannah Montana." She told him. Bull looked to her and went into shock!

"She was here!!!" He dropped his jaw as his hand reached up and slapped his baldhead for not being here to get her autograph.