"Sorry I'm home so early," Frank was saying as he opened the door. "What a horrid day. I almost broke my neck trying to fix a light today when the ladder got taken out from under me." He missed the scramble on the couch by Channie and Ben. In a panic, she shoved him off her so hard he fell off, hitting the floor with a thud. Channie was mortified. She knew they should have gone to either his place or a hotel, but he had wanted to see her apartment so badly, and she couldn't say no.

"What the...?" Frank said, turning to see Ben sprawled on the floor with his dress shirt untucked and looking extremely sheepish. Channie was sitting there with a rumpled looking dress and scratches on her neck from Ben's stubble.

"Hey, bro," Channie said casually. Frank stared at them both.

"Great place you got here," Ben added. He sat up slowly, fixing his shirt.

"Are you...?" Frank started. Channie got very red in the face. "You are!"

"Surprise," Ben said. He joined Channie on the couch and took her hand in his.

"When did...how did...what...I need to sit down," Frank said, grabbing for a chair. This was mind blowing. Ben and his sister?! How did he not see that one coming?!

"Frank, it's okay," Channie said, going to stand beside him.

"How long?" Frank asked finally.

"Six and half months almost," Channie winced. Frank gulped.

"S-six and a...seriously?! Why didn't you say anything?" Frank demanded.

"I wasn't ready," Channie said softly. She looked at Ben then, who nodded. "But I'm ready now."

"Obviously," Frank scoffed. "Do you mind?" He gestured at the top of her dress, which was still crooked. She yanked it straight, embarrassed.

"So, are we cool?" she asked. Frank snorted.

"I kind of have to be don't I? Does Mom and Dad know?"

"Not yet. I was going to soon," she promised.

"You better. Mom is gonna freak out," Frank warned her.

"I know! I'll take care of it," she said. "Leslie too."

"Good," he nodded. Women freaking out was not something he could handle very well.

"So, I'm gonna go," Ben said behind her.

"Oh, don't go," she said. "Frank's okay. Right, Frank?"

"Sure," Frank muttered.

"No, I think it's best I go. I'll see you tomorrow," Ben promised, leaning in to kiss her. Catching Frank's glare, he moved to kiss her cheek instead.

"Bye," Channie said as he went out the door. She turned to Frank.

"You're cool with this, right?"

"Oh, sure. Why wouldn't I be? Good 'ol Frank is cool with everything," he snarked, getting up and going to his room.

"Frank..." Channie tried. The knocking on her door cut her off. They both stared at it, wondering who it was. They didn't get a lot of visitors. Channie went over slowly and opened the door.

"HI!" Phoebe cried, Mike behind her.

"Oh my God!" Channie shouted. Phoebe came inside, and Channie threw her arms around her Aunt tightly. Frank hurried over to get in on it, and the three of them were a tangle of arms and heads. Channie hugged Mike after they broke apart.

"You're home early," Frank said, his stomach dropping. He knew what that meant. They were gonna have to move.

"We decided we'd had enough traveling," Phoebe explained. "We also really missed all of you here."

"We missed you too," Channie told her. She was also beginning to feel nervous about the situation. Where would they go?

"Sorry we didn't stop by sooner," Phoebe said, her and Mike going to sit down. "We just finished unpacking today."

"Un...unpacking?" Frank dared to ask.

"Yea. We got Ross and Rachel's old apartment across from Jack and Erica's," Mike chimed in. "We knew you guys were settled here and didn't want to uproot you."

"Oh...wow," Frank tittered nervously. "T-thank you!"

"Yes, thank you so much," Channie echoed.

"Where's Leslie?" Phoebe asked, looking around.

"I don't know. She didn't leave a note," Frank replied, frowning. He wondered where she was.

"It's okay. I'll see her soon anyway. We can't stay, but we wanted to say hi and let you know we were back," Phoebe smiled. They all hugged again.

"See you at the coffeehouse," Phoebe called before they left.

"See you," Channie parroted. She turned to look at Frank.

"What?" he asked.

"Don't you find it odd that not too long after my nightmare about Uncle Mike dying they come home?" she asked.

"I'm sure that's got nothing to do with it," he scoffed.

"Hmm," she said. He went to his room, leaving her standing there thinking.

The Next Day

Erica was humming to herself when her cell rang. She glanced at the screen and her heart almost stopped. It was Robbie!

"Oh. Oh God," she said, panicking. "What do I do? What do I do?!"

"You do realize that ringing phones are meant to be answered," Jack teased, looking at her from the kitchen table. It was almost noon, and he was going to work soon for a few hours. Gunther had caught on to his scouffie treat that he was giving Uncle Joey, but instead of getting mad, he was intrigued and was finding a way to market it.

"Shut up, shut up!" she shrieked at him.

"Geez, woman. Just answer it!" Jack ordered. She still didn't, so he went over and slapped her hand with his, making the phone go into the air where he caught it.

"JACK!" she screeched.

"Erica's phone," Jack said. Erica tried to get it off of him, but he held her away with one arm. "Hey, Robbie. Naw it's cool. She's just on the crapper."

"Oh. My. God," Erica gasped, dying from embarrassment. She fell to her knees, clutching her heart before landing face first on the floor. She would rather die than face Robbie ever again.

"I know right? Why doesn't anyone say that anymore?" Jack asked. He winked at Erica and gave her the thumbs up.

"I hate you," she mouthed. "I'm going to kill you."

"She would LOVE to," Jack said. "I will tell her. Thanks, man." He hung up and looked at her on the floor. "There. Was that so hard?"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" she screamed. She scrambled to her feet, and the chase began. Jack was laughing and keeping ahead of her. Erica threw herself over the couch and landed on his back, bringing him down onto the floor. She managed to hook her fingers in his mouth to start pulling when the door was knocked on and then opened. They both froze and turned to face the door.

"I forgot to say what..." Robbie said, pausing and taking in the scene before him. "...time." Erica slid off Jack and stood there, mortified. "I figured I'd just come by and tell you since I was on my way downstairs. Everything all right here?"

"Just fine," Erica said in a whisper. "I'll see you...?"

"At six thirty," Robbie finished, still looking at Jack, who's shoulders were now shaking with laughter. "Tonight."

"Great," she said as calmly as she could. "See you then."

"Sounds good," Robbie smiled at her finally. "I'll leave you to killing your brother for embarrassing you."

"Thank you," Erica replied gratefully. Chuckling, Robbie left and pulled the door shut behind him. Erica counted to ten before whirling around.

"You're so dead," she threatened. Jack was up on his feet, and the chase was on again.

Emma

Emma was rearranging a shelf of shirts when Chad approached her. Now, Emma rather liked Chad, and he kept giving hints that he liked her too. He was a box boy like Frank, but he was devilishly handsome and had a very attractive body.

"Hey, Dilemma," he said, grinning. She turned briefly to look at him.

"That's clever," she noted.

"Thanks. I worked on that all morning."

"I can tell," she smirked. Chad laughed nervously. "What can I help you with?"

"I really do have a dilemma," he mused.

"Oh? And what's that?" she asked.

"There's this really cute girl that started working here a few days ago," Chad started. "And I think she's kind of into me, but I don't know how to know for sure before asking her out and embarrassing myself in front of her if I'm wrong."

"That is a dilemma," Emma nodded. "Whatever will you do?"

"I was hoping you'd have some pointers," Chad answered a little sheepishly.

"Well, for starters, you could flirt a little," Emma said. "If she responds in kind, then you'll know she likes you."

"I think it's working," Chad grinned.

"Then you should ask her out," Emma smiled.

"Good advice. Hey, Emma?" he asked.

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"I'd love to, Chad," Emma purred a little.

"Great. I'll pick you up tonight at six. Dinner okay?" he asked, nervous suddenly.

"Dinner is fabulous," she nodded. "I'll see you then." She wrote down her address and phone number for him.

"Awesome," he said, folding the paper and putting it into his pocket. "I'll see you later." He winked before going off back to work. Emma sighed to herself happily. Things were starting to look up.

Leslie

She was sitting there watching Monica and Tess, Monica's chef partner, taste her dish. She couldn't tell by their faces whether or not they liked it. At least they didn't hork it out in disgust. That was a good sign.

"Give us a minute, Leslie, okay?" Monica said.

"Okay," Leslie answered, extremely nervous. She watched as they went to the other room and closed the door. She grabbed her head and started panicking. They hated it. They didn't know how to tell her. This whole excursion was a big waste of everyone's time. She tried really hard not to cry. What was she going to do now? Where could she even get a job? She had no skills other than cooking. Zero. Zip. This was bad. Bad, bad, bad.

"Hey, Leslie," Monica said, coming back with a smiling Tess.

"Yea?"

"You're in," Monica smiled.

"I'm...what?" Leslie asked, not hearing her correctly.

"You're in! We loved it. You have to teach us how to make it," Monica added. "We want to add it to our menu."

"Y-you do? Really? Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" Leslie was shouting now while jumping up and down. She flung her arms around Monica, tears in her eyes. Tess laughed in the background, so Leslie hugged her too even though she barely knew her.

"Welcome to Javu, kid," Tess said once released.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Leslie chanted. She was bursting with joy. She couldn't wait to tell her siblings!

Later-Joey

"You going out tonight?" Joey asked, noticing Emma was all dolled up.

"I sure am," she nodded.

"Well, you look great," Joey complimented.

"Thanks!" She knew she looked great. It was her mother's dress after all. Then there was knocking at the door. Joey knew without her even saying anything that she wasn't quite ready, so he answered while she ran into the bathroom.

"Hi," Chad said. "I'm here for Emma."

"Hello," Joey said, not moving out of the way. He looked Chad up and down carefully. Chad shifted nervously on his feet.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"I haven't decided," Joey answered.

"Look, sir, I'll have her home before 11. I swear," Chad added.

"No funny business," Joey warned him.

"None at all," Chad promised.

"I have a bat," Joey told him seriously. "And a haunted painting that comes alive at night and tries to steal your legs." He didn't have it in his apartment because it terrified the shit out of him, but he knew just where to find it.

"I s-swear. It's just dinner and maybe a walk," Chad said, holding up his hand. He was freaked out now.

"All right," Joey said, letting Chad in before Emma saw them conversing. He went over to his chair while Chad stood at the door. He never broke his stare though.

"Hey, you," Emma said, coming out of her bedroom. Joey wondered how she managed to get from the bathroom to her room without him noticing. Girls were so sneaky that way.

"Hey. You look beautiful," Chad said, smiling. He took her arm.

"Don't wait up!" Emma called. Chad looked nervously at Joey, who made the "I'm watching you" gesture.

"Oh, I'll be waiting up," Joey muttered as the door closed. He did not trust this Chad boy.

Monica & Chandler

"You should have seen her, Chandler," Monica was saying as she changed. "She was so excited! I can't believe I got so lucky to have such an enthusiastic chef on my team."

"That's great," Chandler said. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, watching.

"And her dish! Wow! I have no idea where she got such talent! If she keeps this up, I might make her my co-chef someday," Monica praised.

"What about Tess?" Chandler asked.

"Tess made the plan to hang around for a little while until she was back on her feet to do her own thing," Monica explained. "She just needed a place to get her confidence back for a bit."

"I see. Well, it sounds like Leslie won't let you down," Chandler smiled. His wife was so beautiful. He couldn't help but admire her every time he looked at her.

"She won't. I have total faith in her," Monica said. She plopped down beside him on the bed. "What did you get up to today?"

"Oh, you know. Watched TV. Worked on my project a little. Thought about you," he added.

"Aww that's nice. I thought about you too," Monica said, kissing him. "Last night was fun."

"It was," Chandler agreed. He didn't mention Phoebe's niece had totally seen them going at it in the restaurant before tearing out of the building like her hair was on fire. It would have ruined the mood. He hoped the girl didn't have too many nightmares. He also noticed that Ben had been with her, so they were obviously going a little more public than before.

"Oh!" Monica cried, looking at her phone. "Erica has a date!"

"With who?" Chandler demanded.

"Robbie! The kids are texting me," she said, showing him. Chandler started laughing.

Erica: Mom! 911! Date with Robbie. What to wear?!

Jack: OMG Mum just tell her what to wear!

Monica: Try the black dress.

Erica: Is Jack texting you? Don't listen to him. He totally embarrassed me!

Monica: What did you do?!

Jack: All I said was she was on the crapper when Robbie asked where she was...

Monica: That wasn't very nice, Jack.

Jack: I thought it was funny...

Chandler: Good one, son.

Monica: Chandler!

Chandler: Sorry

Jack: Thanks Dad.

Jack: Mum, tell her to chill out. She's thrown her entire wardrobe into the living room

Monica: Erica? Sweetie? You find something to wear yet?

Erica: No! He's coming in 20 minutes! :O

Monica: Black dress!

Erica: You have it.

Monica: No, I don't.

Jack: I totally have the black dress in my closet. Lucy borrowed it...

Monica: Give it to your sister!

Erica: OMG Mum! Jack had my dress! Ew!

Monica: Wash it!

Erica: No time!

Monica: Don't panic. Lucy always smells wonderful.

Erica: Lucy wore it?! I'm gonna kill him...

Jack: Mum! Erica threw a frying pan at my head...

Monica: You had that one coming.

Chandler: Son, clear out of there if you know what's good for you.

Erica: HE'S HERE!

Monica: Good luck! ❤

Monica: What did she wear?

Jack: Black dress with black heels.

Monica: Good.

Monica and Chandler gave each other the look once their texting war was over.

"I hope she had a good time," Monica said.

"She will. Now, I really want to put my attention on you," Chandler said. He tipped her over, making her shriek with laughter before kissing her.