"Harry's a proud man."

Hawk's voice broke through the silence.

"I know. I've made a mess of everything. There's something more though Hawk, I can feel it. I was drawn to come back to Twin Peaks because of Harry, and now he's closed himself off."

"Because when he loves, he loves with all his soul."

Love. The word hit him like a brick wall.

"He put everything on the line that night."

"Hawk, I don't understand… We're friends…"

Dale sat down in the chair closest to him, his mind was racing. It started to make sense, the tears and anger. Dale never could figure out why BOB had let go of his mind so easily. Harry's mouth was moving, covered in blood. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could read his lips.

"I love you, Dale Cooper."

Cooper felt ill. All of the memories were coming back to him.

"I have to go, Hawk I'm sorry."

"Agent Cooper, wait. You don't look well."

The agent pushed his way passed Hawk and jumped into his car taking off down the dusky highway. Hawk ran back into the Sheriff's office and quickly radioed Harry.

Harry's heart was pounding in his chest. He scanned the sides of the road praying that he didn't see Dale's car, his heart sinking when he noticed a familiar set of taillights pulled off to the side. The Sheriff pulled over and practically jumped out of the still moving vehicle.

"Coop?! Coop where are you?!"

He stopped short when he saw the dark-haired man sitting up against his tire.

"Oh Jeez Coop…. What happened?"

Harry whispered kneeling in front of him.

"I remember everything."

Dale whispered, clearly trying to maintain his composure. Harry nodded and pulled the agent into his arms. He didn't need to say anything. Dale began to recount the events from that night the best he could. Harry just held on and rubbed his back.

"We'll get through this. I'm not going anywhere."

They stayed like that for a while, Dale whispering fevered forgiveness into the Sheriff's shoulder. The sun was setting over the mountains. Everything was cast in a pinkish orange glow. After some time, Dale spoke up.

"Is it true Harry? Do you really... Love me?"

Harry leaned back on the side of the car. His eyes closed.

"Yes. Coop, I love you."

"When I left, you thought..."

"I didn't know you didn't remember."

"BOB exploits our weakness's. Mine was having my heart broken. I let him in when Annie was kidnapped. All I could think about was how I couldn't save Caroline. I was determined not to let it happen again. I doubted myself because of my failure."

Dale gently set his hand on top of Harry's.

"I tried to kill you but you held on. When you told me you loved me you showed him that no matter how much I doubted myself, and even through all my flaws, I was worth something to someone. Deep down I must have felt the same way too."

Harry's eyes shot open, he turned to Cooper almost to afraid to ask him to repeat himself.


"You're all I thought about when I went back to Washington. It got so bad, I started seeing you everywhere. I think my mind was trying to tell me that what I actually needed, was you."

Dale looked as though he might cry.

"I'm so sorry Harry, it must have hurt like hell."

Harry looked away. He was glad it was dark out, so Dale couldn't see him blushing.

"When I lost Josie it always broke me. But you were there. When I think back I try to pinpoint the moment I fell in love with you, but it was before then. Way before. I didn't know Josie, not really. The girl I loved wasn't really Josie. You were there, and you were always yourself."

Cooper was impressed. Harry was not one for eloquent speeches.

"So what was the moment then?"

Harry tilted his head.

"The moment?"

The FBI agent smiled softly.

"The moment you knew you loved me."

Truman blushed and turned his head.

"Thats easy Coop."

The sheriff straightened himself up and said in his best mock Cooper voice, gestures and all;

"Sheriff, what kind of fantastic trees have you got growing around here? Big, majestic."

The pair started to laugh, quietly at first but then it grew until they were in hysterics on the side of the road. Cooper quieted down first.

"Harry, I have to go back to Washington at some point..."

He looked up at the Sheriff sadly. Truman looked down thoughtfully.

"Not tonight you're not."


"You're under arrest."

"Wait, what?"

Harry stood up and unhooked his handcuffs from his belt.

"By the order of the Twin Peaks Sheriff's department I put you under arrest."

Dale stood up quickly and began to back up.

"Now hold on a moment. You can't just arrest me."

Harry was grinning now as he opened the cuff. He stood up tall and intimidating.

"Do you know how fast you were going Agent Cooper?"

Dale started to back up into the clearing, laughing as Harry followed.

"Harry stop! I'm the FBI, I outrank you!"

Harry reached out and cupped the Agent's face gently. He pulled Dale in and kissed him with every ounce of passion he had. Gasping for breath, they pulled apart. Dale knew now Harry was right. He wasn't going back to Washington. His place had always been here, with Harry. As if to solidify his decision, he pulled Harry's lips to his and claimed them for his own.

Hawk heard a noise coming from Harry's office. Peeking around the corner he saw the Sheriff surrounded by empty drawers.


The Sherif turned surprised, a blush creeping over his face. His hair was disheveled, and his shirt untucked.

"Heeeey Hawk."


The Sheriff clasped his hands together in from of him.

"You don't happen to have an extra key for the handcuffs, do you?"