AN: All characters belong to Glee, Story is loose interpretation (VERY LOOSE) of Practical Magic.

Present Day:

Puck always considered himself a small town guy. He liked his job as Sheriff, and he kept the peace well. He was well liked in his little town and always had a kind word or a ready shoulder for his friends and family. He would do anything for anybody. He loved his peaceful life, until one day when it all came crashing down. One name. Sebastian Smythe.

His cousin Jeff had been chasing the guy for ten years. They were always one step behind. Then one dark night, a phone call came in. "Puck, It's Jeff. I'm coming to you. We got a problem."

"Who died, Jeffie?"

"You won't believe me, but Smythe is missing."

"WHAT? The murderer you been chasing is a missing person now?"

"Yeah. Be there tomorrow with all the details."

Puck's head spun. He could not believe the news. He looked around, saw his deputy staring at him. "Finn, ya know my cousin Jeff?"

"Yeah. He's been chasing some murderer named Smythe for years. So?"

"Well, apparently Smythe is now missing. Dunno more than that."

Finn's eyes bugged, "Is Jeff kidding?"

"Ever known Jeff to kid?"

Finn shook his head. The two men stared at each other, "Guess we'll have to find out more at some point, Finn."

Finn nodded and looked at the clock, "Closing time, boss."

Puck nodded. They closed up the station and left.

The next morning, a blonde head stood outside the station. Finn saw and poked Puck whose head was down, checking his phone. Puck looked up and saw the blond head. He broke into a wide grin, "Jeffie! It's been a while."

Jeff laughed, pushing away from the wall. He held out his arms and Puck grabbed him around the waist. The two men hugged for a few minutes. Finn smiled at Jeff and gave him a shorter hug. Puck opened the station and the three men went inside. Once they were inside, the three got serious. Finn looked at Jeff, "OK Buddy, give us all the details you can."

Jeff went into a long explanation. A month ago, they had found a police report for a motel room in a small town in Texas, with Smythe's name as registered. Reports spoke of a brown haired girl, called Star. Apparently Smythe and Star had been an item for a long time. But Star had left the motel, a black eye and bloody nose apparent, and a brown haired guy with her, that she called Moonbeam. When the owner went back to the motel room, he saw blood on a table, and called the police. They didn't see anybody in the room, but Smythe's car was gone. His car is still missing, but they do have a report on it. Smythe and the other two have not been found.

Just a few days ago, Jeff was given a letter, addressed to "My Brightest Star." He needed backup, and wanted Puck to come with him. The letter was sent from a small town in Ohio, called Lima. Puck looked at Finn, an eyebrow raised. Finn looked at him and shrugged. "Take care of this. Smythe is an ass. The sooner we find him and lock him up, the better. Besides, does this town ever have problems?"

"Other than Mrs. Pilsbury and her never ending issues with everyone in town? Nah. OK Jeffie, I'm your man."

Jeff whooped and hugged his cousin. "I love you, love you, love you!"

Puck grinned at him. "You can go from serious cop to five year old faster than Finn, Jeffie."

Everyone laughed.