Author's note: Have to change the POV to Betty for this chapter. Here we go.

Betty checked her gun one more time as her feet carried her towards the field – the dumping ground, her mind supplied – that she had met what would have been her original fate had it not been for her boyfriend and friends' quick thinking. She knew then, much like now, what she had been marching towards could very well be her demise. Also, she registered the fact that she wouldn't have done anything differently if given the chance. She had said she'd be the one to put TBK into the ground – she meant every word of that.

Emma's voice filtered into her thoughts, breaking her free of them and causing her to turn her head towards a woman who was so much more than a colleague at this point. She was a friend. An honest and true friend. "You okay, Betty?"

The question was asked lightly but there were a thousand implications behind it that Betty understood. In their line of work, they didn't have the luxury of being okay – not if they wanted the bad guys in jail. She nodded, feeling nervous energy course through her.

"Yeah," she whispered before speaking louder. "Yes. I am ready for this to be over and ready for Ethel and Glen to rot in prison."

"They will," Emma assured her. "You've come this far to not let that happen."

"We've come this far," Betty corrected her automatically because she wasn't conceited enough to think that she'd still be standing on her own two feet without the help of everyone else. She wouldn't. Not in the slightest.

Emma nodded, accepting that answer with a smile and Betty knew she'd feel the same way if she was in her place. Emma had a rough upbringing. Her mother walking out on her and never returning was essentially a slap in the face with how much it spoke volumes. She had made it very aware that she wanted nothing to do with Emma and her dad. Then, her dad died, and the killer got away. Her friend knew pain like the best of them and continued to shoulder onwards. Gave Betty the strength to do so as well.

"Is it bad that I'm not worried about myself if something were to happen but wholeheartedly worried about how Sweet Pea would be left to deal with that?" Emma asked, hands shoved into her jean pockets.

Betty thought about her question for a moment, pondering the in-depth seriousness to a question like that; a question they, in their line of work, had to think about more often than not. She settled on her answer a moment later. "No, I don't think so. I mean, you and I know that every day there's always a chance we will wake up and not get to see the sunset, so to speak. Sweet Pea knows a bit about that, having run with the Serpents for as long as he has. He knows, on some level, that he needs to be prepared for the worst."

Emma hummed as she thought over Betty's words, a look of dual consideration and contemplation crossing her face before she spoke. "How do you do it?"

Her voice was quiet, and Betty tilted her head to the side curiously.

"Do what, Em?" Betty asked in a voice equally as quiet as her friend's.

"Accept the shit that's thrown at you. At us. Accept the fact that at the end of the day, we don't know if we can guarantee our partners we'll survive. The both of us promised Sweets and Jughead that we'd come back in one piece knowing damn well that's not a promise we can keep," she replied, voice sounding tired.

Betty nodded, laughing quietly. "I know. Jughead knows it as well. As does Pea. But, what you need to keep in mind as well, is the fact that while we're making promises to cover our asses – they are, too. They've been in the gang life for years now. Jug has been out of it for a while, that's true. But once you're in, you're in. You don't turn your back on family. No matter what."

"Speaking words of wisdom," Emma mused.

"I've just been a part of the game for awhile now," Betty responded, eyes trained ahead of her as their feet carried them across the field. She locked eyes with James, Glen's superior, and made her way towards him. "James."

"Agent Cooper," the older man replied respectfully. "Let me just say you have the entire force behind your back. Yours' too, Agent Morrison. You two, along with analyst specialist Peterson have worked relentlessly to bring TBK – Glen – down, once and for all. The three of you are commended on your bravery alone. And, Agent Cooper, you have my personal and deepest apologies for not figuring this out sooner. For seeing only the surface of Glen."

Betty shrugged a shoulder casually. "It's what he wanted us to see for a long time. He's a skilled liar, not to mention manipulator, and played us all like fiddles. He's playing Ethel Muggs as well."

"The woman who killed Polly," James said. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Betty nodded her appreciation, wincing internally as her mind went back to when she and Jughead met Ethel for coffee for the first time and then the few times they got together that followed. She had played them all. A puppeteer strung along by the puppet-master. Betty wanted her ass to fry.

"James, sir, we have agents on standby?" Emma's voice broke through Betty's thoughts and she pulled herself back to the present moment, knowing now was not the time to lose focus.

James nodded as he replied in a grim tone. "And EMTs."

None of them were under any false allusions. Blood would be shed.

Just then, a movement snagged Betty's attention and she turned, watching as Ethel walked out of the edge of the woods beyond the field. Her heart froze.

"How the hell are you out of prison, Muggs?" Emma demanded. Her tone was one of ice.

Ethel smiled, humming as if she had all the time in the world to be wasting theirs' as she walked towards them, stopping just shy as Betty and Emma drew their guns and pointed them directly at her. She was unperturbed in the slightest as her eyes traveled over the three agents before her, eyes eventually landing on Betty, who forcibly swallowed down the gasp threatening to escape her lips at the dead look in Ethel's eyes. In that moment, Betty truly recognized the other woman was beyond redemption.

"It's amazing, the people we know and meet along the way, don't you think, Agent Morrison?" Ethel asked, though her eyes never strayed from Betty; a clear indication she meant the question for her.

"I'm not in the mood for bull shit games, Muggs. Speak up," Emma snapped, irritation lacing her tone.

Ethel nodded, casually flicking something off her clothes. "Did you know, Agents, that people on the force…" she trailed off as her eyes flashed dangerously before speaking again. "Love to help if the price is right?"

Betty sucked in air. She knew it wasn't Sheriff Keller, but she doubted James in that moment as she slowly turned to look at him – stomach sinking as his expression all but confirmed her suspicions.

"You're shitting me," Emma breathed. "You?"

James shrugged casually, not bothered in the slightest. "It would have ended perfectly, had you not escaped Betty. You just couldn't help yourself, could you? You just had to stick your nose where it didn't belong."

She could hear Nick cursing in her ear piece hidden behind her hair; could hear Jughead telling her to get her and Emma the fuck out of the there but she refused. It was fucking time she got answers.

"Why?" It was a simple question.

"Why not?" James asked. "I mean, I don't necessarily like working with Glen – he's far to fucking prick-like for my tastes, but he does a thorough job. I'll give him credit for that."

"You sick, sadistic fucks tortured and killed innocent women," Emma snapped, and Betty heard Sweet Pea telling her to watch how she spoke; to not anger him – that the three of them were loose cannons. Emma didn't oblige. "Tell me what you gained from that, James. You're a fucking superior!"

James laughed – the sound cold and deadly. "You never did know who I was to you, did you, Emma?"

Emma stared at him and the pieces clicked for Betty.

"How'd you cover up the fact that you were the hit and run driver, James? Database has that information," Betty said.

"Not if you change your plates and change your name," he replied. "Come on, Betty, you know how killers work. You get inside their minds on a daily basis. I really would love to keep this chat going, by the way, but I think Glen wants his chance to silence the both of you."

Betty felt her heart catch in her throat as she looked up and locked eyes with Glen. He had the same sinister smirk he had the day he admitted who he was.

"It was too easy, Betty," he murmured. "You made it too easy. You fell right into our hands – letting us call the shots while you thought you had the control. How does it feel to know you're not in control?"

"You tell me, you sick sonofabitch," Alice Cooper's voice was deadly calm as her hand didn't shake, pressing a gun to the nape of his neck.

Glen blinked.

"You have put my family through hell. You killed my daughter, tortured my other daughter, and you think I'll let you walk?" Alice asked, voice still collectively calm.

Emma had a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Ethel before nodding towards her left. Cheryl crept out of the shadows, her famous bow and arrow clutched between her hands. "Took my niece and nephews' mother away from them, Ethel. You can get fucked." She shot off a clean shot – and Betty grinned triumphantly at Ethel's anguished cry as the arrow lodged into her thigh, causing her to double over in pain. Her eyes turned to James who was starting to back away.

"Going somewhere, James?" Nick's voice rang out as he too exposed himself. Betty grinned even wider as James stilled, fearfully facing the gun pointed directly at his temple.

"You don't like guns, Peterson," his voice shook enough for Betty to relish in it.

"I also don't like bad guys acting as if they're good and killers walking off scot-free," Nick replied calmly. "I do appreciate you commending my tech skills, however. They were what helped us find the bugs you and Glen had Ethel plant in Betty's apartment and ultimately helped lead us to tracking down your warehouse. I'd say hiding out in a warehouse on the edge of town is a bit of a cliché, but you guys seem to lack that type of intelligence in general."

"FP?" Emma called, grinning like the cat who ate the canary as he, Jughead and Sweet Pea all strode out as well.

"You called?" FP asked.

"Sheriff Keller on his way?" Betty asked.

"Already here. Have every bit of these assholes confessions, too," Tom replied, grinning.

A few more of his men stepped out to help as well but Betty got to be the one to walk towards Glen and clasp the cuffs around his wrists, too tightly, and relishing in his snarl.

She brought her lips to his ear.

"I'm you're fucking nightmare, now," she hissed. "You'll be wishing you were dead by the time you get your sentence. Who knows, maybe if we're lucky, we'll get the chair for you. Have fun in prison, dick."

She nodded to Keller, who carried him to the squad car, before accepting the kiss from Jughead. She could see, after turning back from Jughead, Sweet Pea holding Emma tightly to his chest, and her heart hurt for finding out about her dad. But, she did take comfort in the fact that she at least now knew. The rest would be figured out as they continued to move forward.

Author's note: Aight, look. I know a lot of you guys were nervous about actual physical violence. It wasn't gonna happen. This chapter has been a long time coming for me. I kept some things quiet about how the crew did find the bugs in her apartment, how James was a part of it, and they, essentially outsmarted the setup they willingly walked into by having their own setup. Hope you liked. Would love thoughts! Xx