I know your secrets but do you know mine ~ Chapter 2 (Agatha x Rio Longlegs/Twin Peaks au)
Rio and Agatha go to investigate the house but what will they find in it?
Here's another chapter for y'all! I hope y'all enjoy this one, I know it's a bit longer than the last two. As always please tell me if there's any misspelling or grammatically incorrect stuff, I have dyslexia so sometimes I miss some stuff.
The car ride was silent but quick, just five minutes through winding suburban streets.
Rio and Agatha ducked under the yellow caution tape and stepped into the yard. The once charming white house loomed dark and still.
“I don’t know if it’s just me, but this place feels… wrong,” Agatha muttered, shivering.
“Maybe it’s because you left your jacket in the office,” Rio teased, taking off her own and draping it over his shoulders.
“You sure, baby? I don’t want you to get cold.”
“I’ll be fine, mi vida. I run warm.”
He gave her a grateful smile before they both turned toward the door.
Inside, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. The living room was a mess, furniture overturned, broken glass glinting like frost on the carpet.
“God,” Agatha whispered. “Even the house feels dark.”
“Let’s check upstairs,” Rio said, motioning to the staircase. “Her room’s probably where the diary came from.”
“Right.” Agatha nodded, though his steps hesitated.
“Come on,” Rio urged softly. “You’ve seen worse.”
“Yeah, I know. It just feels… heavy.”
When they reached the second floor, Rio spoke again. “You know, when I was a teenager, I had a secret diary too. I hid it from my foster parents.”
Agatha managed a small laugh. “Really? I never pegged you as the diary type.”
“Please. Not everyone starts with ‘Dear Diary,’” Rio said with a grin, pushing open the bedroom door.
The smile vanished from Agatha’s face the second the door creaked open. He froze. His color drained.
“Agatha?” Rio asked, instantly alert.
He didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the far corner of the room.
Agatha’s voice trembled. “I saw him, Rio. He was right there.”
She didn’t have to ask who he was. The man had haunted Agatha for years, long before they’d met. The academy, while not wanting to admit, had quietly tested Agatha’s extrasensory instincts once, amazed at his ability to detect movement and presence no one else could. Even though they refused to acknowledge the paranormal or superstitions. He’d passed every test but the gift came with a curse.
He would sometimes see “him”, a man with long gray hair, pale skin, and a smile that was too wide to be human.
“Is he still there?” Rio whispered, stepping close and holding him tight.
Agatha blinked, breath trembling. “No. He’s gone.”
“It’s okay, mi amor. I’ve got you.”
He nodded, slowly pulling back. “I’m fine. Let’s finish up and get out of here.”
“Alright,” Rio said softly, though she didn’t let him go right away.
They started combing through the room. Rio’s sharp eyes caught something glinting under the bed, a small locked wooden box.
“Well, well. Looks like my instincts were right,” she said. “This box is locked tight. Probably a second diary or something”
“I’ll radio for a padlock breaker,” Agatha replied, stepping into the hall.
While he called it in, Rio couldn’t help but look around the room. Her gaze stopped at a wall of photos. The girl, Laura Hart, smiled in nearly every single photo, often alongside a familiar face. Billy Maximoff.
Her heart ached. Billy was one of Wanda’s sons, a good kid, sweet, funny, and openly gay in a small town that didn’t always understand him. He’d adored Agatha, calling him “Teen” just to annoy him, but he’d also looked up to him.
Rio’s stomach turned when she noticed the calendar. Laura had been killed just three days after her seventeenth birthday. So young and robbed of life. Normally Rio was very good about not having cases such as this disturb her but ever since her and Agatha had Nicky, she couldn’t help but let it impact her brain. If the Bureau ever found out, she would be put on leave immediately.
Before Rio could dwell further, Agatha called from the stairs. “They’re here!”
“Bring them up!” she shouted back.
Two officers arrived and cracked the padlock open. Rio stepped back just in case. She knew it wasn’t a bomb but you could never be too careful.
“Thank you, gentlemen,” she said curtly. “We’ll take it from here.”
She leaned over the box and exhaled. “Bingo.”
Inside was another diary, thinner and more worn than the first. Rio opened it carefully but it was too good to be true.
“What’s wrong?” Agatha asked, still lingering by the door.
“More than half the pages are missing.”
He frowned but stayed composed. “Then we find them. It’s still the best lead we’ve got.”
Rio nodded. “Let’s head back. Maybe there’s something we can decipher from what’s left.”
They left the room together, stepping over shards of glass and splatters of dried blood on the stairs.
“Did you know if she was close with Billy?” Rio asked quietly once they were outside.
“Yeah,” Agatha sighed. “They were inseparable. I hate that he’s going to hear about this tomorrow. He’ll come asking for details, but I don’t want to tell him, not yet.”
“He deserves the truth,” Rio said, resting a hand on his thigh as he started the car. “But only when we have it.”
As they drove back toward the station, the sun dipped low behind the trees, casting the town in a dim orange glow.
“How long until your FBI team shows up?” Agatha asked.
“Once I report in, probably tomorrow morning. Expect Rosenfield, maybe Cole if he thinks it’s worth his time.”
“Still missing. Ever since Twin Peaks.” She sighed. “Feels like Earle all over again.”
Agatha scoffed. “Or maybe he just wanted out of the Bureau.”
“You and I both know Cooper wouldn’t do that.”
They parked outside the station.
“Hey,” Agatha said softly. “You’re doing your best. That’s all that matters.”
Rio smiled faintly. “Maybe. I’ll see you inside, I’ve got to call it in.”
“Te veo,” Agatha murmured, kissing her hand before heading in.
“Te veo,” she echoed, dialing Diane.
“Diane, it’s Rio. Reporting in.” Her tone shifted, calm and professional. “Preliminary findings confirm earlier suspicions. Todd Hart killed his wife, Sharon, then their daughter, Laura. Motive unknown. Detective Agatha Harkness-Vidal located hidden lettering under Laura’s nails, an ‘R’ beneath her left ring finger. We also found a coded note and a secret diary, though most pages are missing. Code looks familiar, still working on deciphering it. Tell Gordon I said hi, I know he wishes I was still living in D.C. Agent Rio Vidal, reporting out.”
She hung up, slipped her phone into her pocket, and stepped back into the glow of the station lights.
Inside, Agatha was hunched over the desk, brow furrowed as he flipped through the torn diary.
“Rio, this goes back years,” he said without looking up.
“Perfect. We’ll have a better picture of the family if there were any changes.”
“There’s someone she mentions, a ‘Harl’? Says she hopes he doesn’t come. Says he sings to her.”
Rio frowned. “You know anyone around here named Harl?”
“No. And the way she describes him, he’s not local.”
“Your guess is as good as mine, mi vida. Let’s call it a night. Rosenfeld and Cole will be here in the morning.”
Agatha checked the clock, nine p.m. “Yeah. If we leave now, we can still say goodnight to Nicky.”
They packed up, locked the office, and said their goodbyes to the chief.
“Good to see you two leaving at a reasonable hour,” the chief called out.
“Don’t get used to it,” Agatha muttered, earning a smirk from Rio as they stepped into the cool night air.
Wanda opened the door before they could even knock. “Nicky! Look who’s here!”
“MAMI! PAPI!” Nicky shouted, racing toward them.
“We missed you too, hijo,” Rio said, scooping him up and covering his cheek in kisses.
Agatha smiled and stepped closer to Wanda. “Keep an eye on Billy tomorrow, okay? He’s about to get some tough news. I don’t want him shutting down.”
“This about the Harts?” Wanda whispered. “I’ve heard things, it’s all over town.”
“Yeah,” Agatha said softly. “I’d rather not say more yet, but Billy’s going to need support.”
“I’ll do what I can. Thank you, Agatha.”
“That’s all I ask. And thanks for watching Nicky.”
“Be careful, you two!” Wanda called as they walked away.
“We’ll try!” Rio replied, waving as Nicky giggled between them.
For now, at least, they were home. But both knew something darker had followed them back from the Hart’s house.
