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Guilty over hurting Bull, William Collins had returned to treat him to coffee. The two of them sat at Bull's regular place at the center table looking at each other. Felling better and reminded that he didn't live at the Ponderosa, Bull sighed at the coffee and beamed back to William, one of his best friends.

"Thanks, I needed that." He mugged a bit looking at the adventurous heir. "I guess you're off to your hotel now."

"In a minute…" Collins stirred his tea. "I'm going to get something to eat here first."

"I wouldn't." Bull warned him. "I'd eat at the hotel. The food here ain't that good."

"What is it?" William looked at him. "It can't be that bad."

"Yes, it can." Bull insisted. "Actually, it's kind of disgusting."

"How disgusting?" William inquired. Someone had emerged from the kitchen to place dishes in the buffet line. Listening to Bull, he turned to meet William.

"Hi, I'm Mike Rowe." The host of "Dirty Jobs" met the ghost hunter and amiable bailiff. "And this is my job…"

"Sir," Back in the courtroom, Mac stood over Harry. "The last one!"

"Did you hear that?!" Harry grinned tiredly to Dan and Christine. "The last one!"

"Hooray!!" Christine cheered as Dan reacted distantly. "I knew doing all those hookers at once would save us time!"

"Lay it on me, Mac!!" Harry was ready to knock it down.

"Al Bundy, pan-handling." Mac watched as a balding man walked in hunched over. A sneer on his face, he was wearing a blue shirt with brown pants as he stared back to Harry tiredly.

"What's the story, prosecutor?" Harry looked to Dan.

"Well," Dan suddenly slowed down. "Sir,... the... vagrant... in... question... was... picked... up...for..."

"What is he doing?" Harry looked to Mac.

"Bucking for contempt?" Mac grinned.

"Panhandling... at... the... air...port." Dan irritatingly slowed even more as he stopped to catch a yawn even slower. Christine stared at him in disbelief and proceeded.

"Harry," She quickly chimed in. "Mr. Bundy's wife and children took all the money in his pockets as they departed for Chicago. He was trying to raise money to get home."

"Then all we got to do is turn him over to public services." Harry quickly answered and pounded his gavel. "That's it!! We're through!!"

"And two minutes to spare!" Mac looked at his watch as Dan stood in shock and tossed Bundy's file over his shoulder. He turned in a huff disgustedly and walked around Bundy looking back at him in confusion. Coming up behind Dan, Mac tapped the lecherous assistant district attorney on the shoulder and snapped his fingers.

"Oh, Dan..." He reacted in a little singsong kind of voice.

"Here!" Dan slammed a wad of money into his hand. "And I hope you choke on it!!!!"

"Oh, Dan," Mac grinned. "Don't be mad. You're putting my kids through college." He grinned ear-to-ear and stopped Bull from taking away Al. "Here, have some money to get home." He gave Al two hundred bucks.

"Really?" Bundy finally talked. "Well, then I'm going to Florida. My family can rot for all I care!"

Harry, Christine and Roz watched Bull take away the suddenly cheerful Bundy then smelled a rat. Roz grabbed Dan's collar.

"What's going on here?" She asked.

"Don't you do it, Dan." Mac looked up counting his wad of fresh cash.

"We had a bet!!" Dan confessed. "We had three days to get over that docket, but Mac said we could do it in one night!" Mac looked worried as everyone turned toward him. "It was all his idea to speed through it in one night!"

"You mean..." Harry grabbed his gavel and turned to Mac. "You were pushing us all night for a bet?"

"We went through that misery for nothing?!" Christine was livid. "I lost dinner out in a restaurant for you guys?!"

"I got punched in the face for a bet?!" Billie entered the courtroom after hearing the best part.

"Don't touch the sweater." Mac responded at to the angry crowd then made a run for it. Everyone charged after him through the double doors with Harry leading the way. Out the corner of his eyes, he saw Kelly again.

"Hey Harry." She beamed cheerfully innocent and unaware to what was happening.

"Oh, hi," Harry stopped for his favorite female cousin. "I'm just about to kill my court clerk." He paused and grinned back as they talked. "But first, dear old cousin of mine, we got to get you a place to live."

"Harry..." Kelly playfully rolled her eyes over the childhood infatuation she once had for him. "We're only cousins because my dad married your aunt. As far as a place to live, I made arrangements at the Susan B. Anthony."

"Great," He gradually recalled the old hotel. "Didn't two guys dressed up as women once stay there?" Harry and Kelly crossed arms over each other like old bosom buddies.

"I'm aware of it." Kelly responded.

"Now," Harry continued. "You'll need a job."

"Way ahead of you again, love of mine," Kelly answered again. "I dropped off my resume downstairs. Starting Monday, I'm your new public defender."

"That's great!" Harry hugged and kissed her platonically. "One rule to working here: stay away from Dan Fielding."

"Harry," She stopped and looked at him. "I'm a big girl now and you don't have to keep pretending to be my brother." She secretly wished they could have been much more than that.

"Repeat after me," He stared into her big blue eyes. "Stay away from Dan Fielding."

"Stay away from Dan Fielding." Kelly grinned at him.

"Fine," Harry paused. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to throw my court clerk off the roof." He tramped off with revenge in his eyes. Kelly smirked a bit, turned to a water fountain and pulled her long blonde locks aside for a drink. Posing a bit, she noticed Dan out the corner of her eye standing in the courtroom doors and checking her out.

"Hi," He grinned at her. "I'm Eugene Flatt… date me."

"It'd be a pleasure." She beamed vivaciously once more as he crossed his arm across her back. Her arm crossed behind his as her hand landed on his butt. They made a few steps and were stopped by a bald man coming to meet them.

"Hi," He introduced himself. "I'm Andrew Zimmern from Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern. I hear your cafeteria serves bugs?" He grinned excitedly.

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