Looking out the windshield with her dark eyes, Emily snarled, her hands clutching the steering wheel. "Fucking Frankie," she huffed, turning into the parking lot the GPS told her to.

Her sister had left a voicemail on her phone telling her that she needed to tell her something, something important, but when the agent had tried to call her back, all she would get was that pretentious message on her sister's phone when she was to leave her a message.

"Frankie?" she called, climbing out of the car and slamming the door. How was she supposed to know where exactly her sister's office was on this college campus?

Noticing a man walking toward the college entrance, Emily quickly made her way over to him. "Excuse me," she called out, smiling gently when he turned to face her. "Hi, I'm looking for my-"

"Wow," the older man laughed, looking the BAU agent up and down. "Nice makeover."

Emily frowned, looking at her outfit and shaking her head. "I'm sorry?"

"Are you changing from chapstick lesbian to butch lesbian?" the sandy haired man questioned, stepping back to get a better look at the boots the ivory skinned woman was wearing. "Motorcycle lesbian?"

Emily's dark eyes glared up to the older man. "Excuse me?"

"Just a joke, Frankie. Calm down."

Her brows shot up. "Oh, you know Frankie!"

Jeff frowned at the brunette before him, taking another step back when he saw the look on her face. "Did you hit your head or something? One of your drumsticks fly up and hit you?"

"Frankie plays the drums?" Emily whispered to herself.

"What is going on?"

The agent quickly shook her head, sticking her hand out for the older man to take. "Sorry, I'm Emily Prentiss. I'm Frankie's sister."

Jeff hesitantly took the agent's hand. "Is this a joke? Is this some crap birthday joke you're playing on me?"

"No," Emily laughed, "but happy birthday. Do you mind showing me where Frankie's office is?"

The community college teacher gave the younger woman a skeptical look before nodding his head, leading the ebony haired woman into the college and to the conference room.

"And how exactly are we handling it?" came a familiar voice, Emily smiling when she saw her sister sitting with her hands folded on that binder she always carried with her.

Abed raised his hand in the air, gesturing to the blond sitting at his side. "Britta and I had the idea of creating a montage of students partying and then regretting it the next morning, maybe even talking about how much they regret it with the others who regret it."

Frankie held a blank stare, hearing the clearing of Annie's voice as they tried to process the idea. "What exactly does that have to do with the multiple overflowing toilets in the second floor's men's room?"

Emily let out a laugh, smiling when her sister looked over to her in the doorway. "Remember me?"

The younger woman laughed lightly, getting herself up from her chair and rounding the table to hug her sister tight. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she grinned, moving back to see Jeff staring at her. "What?"

"So you're really twins?"

Frankie rolled her eyes. "What else would we be?"

"A really great porn duo."

The twins' jaws dropped, and Annie stood from her seat to hit her friend's arm. "Ew Chang."

Frankie shook her head, turning to look at her sister who readjusted her bag on her shoulder. "So what are you doing here?"

"You called me, remember? I tried calling you back but your phone's been turned off."

"Oh right!" the younger twin laughed. "I'm sorry, I left it at my girlfriend's house and it wasn't even charged to begin with."

Emily let out a small laugh. "You have a girlfriend?" she asked in surprise. Why wouldn't her sister tell her something like that? Frankie hadn't had a date since her third girlfriend three years ago, and Emily knew that was saying something.

Jeff rolled his eyes at Frankie's smile, watching her walk back around the table. "Just wait for it."

Emily watched her sister hold her hand out to the brunette across from the girl who held enough government hatred for the entire country, and pressed a small kiss to her lips. "You're dating one of your students?" she breathed.

"Oh she's not my teacher," Annie giggled. "She'd be a horrible teacher, actually. No, she's our problem solver."

Emily's brow rose and she pursed her lips. "Ok then."

"They're Frankie and Annie," Chang nodded.

Abed raised his hand. "They're Frannie!"

Emily held back her laughter. "Frannie?"

"Like a celebrity couple name," Jeff scoffed. "It's immature."

"It's cute," Annie smiled, cuddling into her girlfriend's arms.

Emily slowly nodded her head, fixing her bag on her shoulder. "So this was it? This was the news?" Seeing her sister smile brightly, Emily grinned. "Ok, well I don't have to go back to Virginia until Friday, so do you want to have dinner?"

"Definitely," Frankie nodded. "I'll call you when I get off work."

Jeff watched the younger woman walk out of the room and through the corridor, his eyes fixed on the way her hips swayed before she was fully out of his sight.

"Hello, Jeff?"

The group's leader turned, nodding over to his friend who stared at him from their spots at the table. "Your sister's hot," Jeff smiled, loving the reaction of everyone else in the room. "Really hot."

Frankie frowned. "Ew."