A/N: There have been a few stories like this already written, but I decided to put my own interpretation of the plotline out there. Post-series, obviously.

Twin Peaks doesn't belong to me.

Audrey Horne needed a vacation. She didn't think so herself, but her supervisor was practically pushing her out the door. After working for the FBI for almost a decade, she had seen and experienced many things, both amazing and nearly traumatizing. But she loved it, as crazy as it was.

So why was she driving back to Twin Peaks, Washington on this fine vacation? She wasn't even sure if she knew the answer. She just felt herself being pulled back to the place she once loved. As she drove slowly through the town, she found that not much had changed. The same gray skies and abundance of trees, the same flickering neon store signs. Dusk was falling as she pulled into the Great Northern. Her old home.

After escaping the bank explosion, she fled from Washington State and went to school at Quantico. Now she toted around a badge with her face and the letters FBI on it. Twin Peaks still lingered in her mind every day. Finally Ben Horne's little daughter was all grown up. She secretly delighted in the fact she did what everyone thought she couldn't do. I'm sure gonna surprise them, she thought with a bit of a smug smirk.

She checked into the hotel and roamed the halls, which hadn't changed too much. The wallpaper was actually starting to peel a bit. She slipped her heels off as she stepped into her hotel room, then flopped down on the bed. It was familiar. She was home.

She gathered enough energy to slip her clothes off and change into her nightgown, then crawled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Audrey dressed in one of her more casual clothes; a sweater and pencil skirt, and set out to see what the town of Twin Peaks was like now. She stopped by a strip mall, and as soon as she walked into a clothes store, she noticed someone all the way across the store.

"Audrey Horne!" a familiar voice called.

"Sheriff Truman!" she replied, embracing an old acquaintance. "It sure has been awhile, hasn't it?"

"No kidding! Where'd you come from?"

"Washington DC. I work for the FBI now." she showed him her badge. He looked genuinely surprised and impressed.

"Well, Miss Audrey...it is still 'miss'?"

"Yeah. Never found anyone."

The sheriff frowned. "Can't understand why."

She shrugged. "Doesn't bother me." It was a bit of lie; she did wish she had someone to wake up next to and someone to love her completely. But there was still one man who lingered in her mind, though she knew she should've gotten over him by now.

"So how is the FBI?"

"Scary, sometimes. You see and go through a lot of things. But I love it. I knew instantly it was what I wanted to do."

"Wow. I honestly never expected you end up as Special Agent." he shook his head in amazement. "When I met you, you were a little girl."

Audrey chuckled. All she could do was shrug. "How's Twin Peaks treating you?"

"Same as always. I'm getting older. I could retire soon if I wanted to."

"Do you?"

"Not yet. I love what I do."

She smiled. "Well, that's good."

"You're just here on vacation?"

"Yeah, just for a little while. But I'll remember to keep in touch when I leave this time around."

"You better. I'll talk to you later, Audrey. You're staying at the Great Northern, right?"

"Of course," she smiled. They shared another hug and she moseyed out of the store.

Twin Peaks still had the small-town feel, but the eerie, uneasy small-town feel. She still couldn't believe she was eighteen when she left the town, and now she was twenty-nine. She had grown into a woman with a strong heart. So much had changed from when she had left; maybe not scenically, but she saw the town in a different way. She knew the horrors and secrets of it. Though the Laura Palmer case was long-solved, it was not long-forgotten.

After her little afternoon roundabout, she decided to stop into the Double R for dinner. Barely anyone was there. She sat down and ordered a salad, some fries on the side, and a chocolate malt. She felt a little lonely watching couples and friends go in and out. She felt like a visitor that didn't know anyone. At first the idea of coming back home was exciting, but now she felt like the outsider looking in.

She suddenly was pulled away from her thoughts by a familiar, deep voice in the booth behind her. "And a cup of-"

"Black coffee?" the waitress finished for him.

He chuckled and Audrey swore her heart fluttered. It couldn't be...shouldn't he have left by now?

"Yes, thank you." he thanked the waitress and she strutted off to get his order. When she returned with Audrey's order, she thanked the waitress and the man in the booth behind her immediately turned around. "I know that voice." he said.

She was met with a pair of brown eyes that had appeared in more of her dreams than she'd like to admit. "Hi," she said, breathless.

"Audrey." her name was a full sentence to him.

"Agent Cooper."

A/N: Sorry for the short first chapter, I'll try to put the next one up soon. Thanks for reading!

-Lulamae