Betty rode back to Headquarters with Sweet Pea and, after fighting the initial urge to tell him to fuck off when he asked, Jughead was in the car as well. She knew she needed to be a bit fairer to him, especially since she agreed to walk it back with him slowly, after they got JB back. She could feel his eyes on her as she drove and she quickly turned to Sweet Pea, desperate for a conversation so she didn't have to end up sitting in silence with her thoughts for company. "Kennedy. What's the charge we're picking him up for?"

"Minor possession of drugs," Sweet Pea replied, and Betty frowned. Not enough of a charge for the FBI to be involved with. Sensing her thoughts, her best friend continued. "It was a possession of cocaine and heroin." Betty blinked.

"Who the hell signed off on those two types of drugs as being minor?" Betty questioned incredulously. Sweet Pea sighed.

"The lead detective on his case was Montgomery," he replied, voice quiet.

"Dammit," Betty hissed.

"Who's Montgomery?" Jughead asked, and Betty sighed.

"James Montgomery is a detective – well, ex-detective, who was as dirty as they came," she replied. "He worked for men that paid him a nice little sum to turn a blind eye. Not surprised he was pulled in on Kennedy's case." She chewed her lip as a thought popped into her mind. Turning to glance at Sweet Pea, she settled her eyes back on the road as she spoke once more. "We need Ronnie to look into Montgomery. Just to see just how many people he knows."

"Thinking he's tied into the operation?" Sweet Pea asked.

"If he dismissed the charges against Kennedy, a man who is a part of the operation, then we certainly don't need to eliminate it as a possibility," Betty replied, voice serious.

"Fuck," Sweet Pea growled. "I always did hate a dirty cop."

She chuckled, having known a few herself in her line of work. "Amen."

She turned into the parking lot for Headquarters and parked in her allotted spot, shutting off the car and getting out the next moment. Jughead and Sweet Pea followed suit and the three of them hurried across the lot and into the building, FP and Alice following behind moments later. She spotted Glen, who they had called ahead of time, and made her way to him. "Kennedy?"

"In interrogation room three," Glen replied, and she nodded. Interrogation room three was Sweet Pea's favorite. Turning to the man, Glen looked him dead on.

"Don't make it to where I can't keep you out of jail," he warned, and Sweet Pea just smirked.

"Have a bit more faith, boss," he replied, already rolling up his sleeves and making his way towards the room. Looking at Jughead and the other two, Betty addressed them.

"FP and Jughead, you're more than welcome to be in the room. Alice, you as well. Should warn you guys though, blood will most likely be shed," she said. FP shrugged, face impassive.

"If it means getting answers for JB's whereabouts," FP said, voice deadly. "I really don't give a fuck."

Looking at Jughead and Alice, they just nodded in response, and Betty nodded herself.

"Fair enough. Follow me," she said calmly, leading them to the room and walking in. Sweet Pea was leaning against the wall, posture calm as he watched Kennedy, who reminded Betty of a rat caught in a cage.

"Kennedy Daniels," Betty said, sitting down across from him and folding her hands together. She watched as he looked at FP, Jughead, and Alice, before looking back at her.

"Who are they?" Kennedy asked, voice nasally. Betty fought the urge to wince at how much she already loathed the sound of it.

"They are the family members of a young girl who has gone missing," Betty said, watching him carefully. "Was kidnapped a month ago by a man working for a sex-trafficking ring."

"Shame," Kennedy said. "Don't know why I'm here for that, though. I have no idea about a ring."

"Sure about that, Daniels?" Sweet Pea asked casually, eyes on him.

"You picked me up for a drug charge – a charge, might I add, that was dropped by a detective – so yeah, I'm sure I don't know anything about this ring," Kennedy replied, but Betty had already clocked the little beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. She smiled.

"I'm going to level with you, Kennedy," she said calmly. "The girl that was just taken? I know her. It's personal to me. So, I'll give you one chance to come clean about what you know – about your part in the ring – and we can keep this as…painless as possible." She trailed off as she watched Sweet Pea step forward with a smirk. Kennedy's eyes traveled to him and he audibly swallowed.

"FBI agents threatening violence? Doesn't seem like proper protocol for legality," he said, voice wavering just enough for Betty to be convinced he was scared.

"Nah man, miss me with legality protocol bull shit," Sweet Pea said, laying his palms on the table as he looked at him. "You got a hefty drug charge dismissed by a corrupt cop. No legality there, either. Why are you suddenly concerned?"

Wisely, Kennedy opted to remain silent.

Betty spoke up. "You're entitled to a lawyer if you want legality. But right now? We're playing by my rules. Sweet Pea."

It was said casually, and Sweet Pea just as casually pulled out his pocket knife, flicking it open and ran his thumb across it.

"You know, haven't cleaned this knife in a little over a year," Sweet Pea said nonchalantly. Turning to FP, he spoke once more. "Think that would inflict an infection of some sort, wouldn't it?"

FP's grin was ruthless. "I do."

"Hmm," Sweet Pea nodded as he looked at Kennedy. "This is how it's going to play out, Daniels. You're going to give me the answers I want the first time, or I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands."

Kennedy turned to look at Betty beseechingly, but Sweet Pea caught him by his face and forced him to look at himself. "Don't look at Agent Cooper. She will not help you. I am tired as fuck of women disappearing every day and you're the first part of the link to the puzzle we need for the ring. First question: the company you have orchestrated, real or not?"

Kennedy looked at him, terrified. "I-I."

Sweet Pea nodded, twirled the knife once before slamming into his hand, pinning it into the wood. Kennedy screamed. "Told you, you had one chance. You fucked it up. That was the first punishment."

"The-the first?" Kennedy cried.

"Men in prison don't take kindly to men like you," Betty said, voice hard and eyes cold. "You know, women abusers of any kind. You will meet your penance. Atone for the sins you played a part in. Sweet Pea here will look like child's play."

Kennedy looked at her. "Who the fuck are you people? This isn't legal."

"Like my partner said, you don't get room to want legality. Not at this point," Betty snapped. "And, as far as who we are?" She paused, pushing up her own sleeves and taking just a second to maintain eye contact before twisting his wrist. He screamed once more. "Well, we're the guys who will be haunting your every dream from here on out."

She pulled back and nodded at Sweet Pea. "Have Glen put him in a holding cell. We'll sweat him out until he's ready to give answers."

Sweet Pea nodded and tapped on the window. Glen walked in a moment later and shook his head. "Swear to shit, you two."

Betty smirked. "Wasn't much blood. Didn't even break his wrist, either. Wrap for a sprain and he'll be fine. Holding cell two."

Her voice was firm, and Glen nodded. It was her show, after all.

Author's note: Enjoy! Thoughts lovely! Xxx