Alan Epps walked in the room to find his two sons standing at the one-way mirror, watching his daughter.

"Boys," he said, but found that he couldn't continue.

They turned and looked at him. Don's eyes were carefully blank, but Charlie's eyes were full of emotion, confusion, hurt, and mistrust.

"Boys, it's hard to explain. Please sit. Sit, sit, sit, please?" they both sat down. Don sat with his back straight, and his legs crossed at the knees. He was waiting. Charlie looked sad, and hunched over.

"Your sister was abducted while she and Charlie were still in the hospital. She was taken from the bassinet. Charlie was too young to remember, and Don, we had wanted to surprise you with two siblings." He gave a sad laugh. "Silly, I know. We contacted the police-"

"That's why you guys were so stressed after Charlie was born." Don said with understanding.

"Yeah, that's why. They couldn't get any leads. We didn't want to worry you. How were we supposed to tell you? We didn't know. We waited and we hoped, but the police told us that she was as good as dead because we were so young. We took their advice: we didn't tell you. I regret it. We did the best we could, your mother and I. I know it isn't enough, but we never stopped looking."

He stopped talking. He looked at his son.

"Is her name really Eileen?" Charlie asked, looking up for the first time during the conversation.

"Yeah."

"And she's really my twin sister?"

"Yeah."

Charlie got up abruptly and walked into the interrogation room. He sat down, and started talking to Eileen.

"Hi, Eileen." Charlie said awkwardly

"Hi Charles." She said, looking towards him, embarrassed.

"It's Charlie." He said gently correcting her.

"Charlie." She agreed.

"What happened?" it was a simple question without a simple answer. Not even numbers could answer this question.

"I don't know. She said simply. A simple answer for a simple question.

"Do you have any interests?" Charlie asked, fishing for topics. He didn't want to stop talking to her. He was afraid that she would disappear.

"All I do is hack. All I do is numbers. I suppose that they're an interest." She said shrugging.

On the other side of the glass wall, Amita came.

"What's going on guys?" she asked, looking through the window. She saw Charlie, he boyfriend, bending over a sheet of loose-leaf paper, with a girl, obviously teaching her. She was a little jealous.

"Charlie," Alan said in a flat voice, "is reconnecting with his twin sister."

Amita looked at him, startled. She looked back in the room and realized that they did look alike. She began listening to their conversation through the intercom.

"What made you contact the FBI?" Charlie asked, as he wrote out problems for her to try. He passed the problems to her, along with a pencil.

"I saw a list of graduates from the Academy. I saw Don's name. He was in a bureau close by. I hacked it." She shrugged and began working on the problem with little difficulty.

Charlie began to check over her answers, and asked

"What was the catalyst? You were there that long. Why now?" he said, looking up from the sheet.

"They were going to clean house." She said, not looking at him

"Clean house?" he asked with some urgency

'They either sell the kids, or they kill them. I survived a house cleaning. My friend, pushed me into a closet, and threw himself in front of it. They didn't care that I lived. I just moved to a new department: computers and banks."

She went back to the new problems that Charlie had written out. Charlie threw his arms around her in an engulfing hug. She flinched, hesitated, then allowed herself to be embraced.

"I'm sorry." Charlie said simply. She had tears in her eyes. "Do you want to come stay at my house?" he asked hopefully.

"Okay," she said nodding.

He helped her up, walked her out of the room, and to where the family was waiting.

"This is Amita, my girlfriend." He said, gesturing towards her. She waved shyly, and offered a hug. Eileen backed away slightly, but then accepted the younger girl's hug.

"You've already met Don, our older brother." He also hugged Eileen. It was a brotherly hug, full of affection.

"And this, is our dad, Alan."

"Hi baby girl." He said, pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. She didn't mind, she simply hugged back.

"Mom?"

"Your mother is dead." Alan said. "Cancer."

The girl nodded, as if this was a logical conclusion. She turned to Charlie and held out her arms for a hug, which he gladly accepted.

"I had hugged everyone else," she whispered, "Except my twin."

"How long have you known?" he asked on their way out of the FBI headquarters.

"Since I was fifteen." She said softly. She had a quiet voice, one that never rose in anger or distress, like their mother had had.

"I have to stay here and finish up with this raid. I'll be by for dinner." Don said, turning around.

"We'll keep something warm for you. Take your time." Charlie said turning around to leave

"Call if you need anything." Added Alan.

"I will." Don promised.

They all piled into Alan's car, Don had given Charlie a ride to the station earlier, and went home. They pulled up in front of the Craftsman and Charlie put his arm around his sister and said-

"Welcome home, sis."

She smiled slowly, which incited everyone else to smile. The house felt like home again.

AWW, SAPPY, HAPPY FLUFF. IT GETS BETTER THOUGH. I PROMISE.