"Is your favorite color still green?"

Betty shot him a strange look, clearly just as perplexed by his sudden need for a game of twenty questions as Toni, who still stood outside, her eyes constantly scanning the streets.

"Yes."

"Do you still hate Valentine's Day?"

"Juggie..."

"Do you?"

"Yes." Betty admitted through gritted teeth. "It's a stupid Hallmark holiday."

Jughead smirked in response. "Favorite author?"

"Can we please focus here?"

"Fine." He mumbled, irritation dripping from his tone. Did he know her at all?

When had she learned how to break into cars?

When had she learned how to hotwire an engine?

As kids, Betty couldn't have cared less about the truck, jeep and motorcycle magazines he and Archie flipped through, her nose always buried in a Nancy Drew mystery novel. Now, she was the real deal, a twenty-first century female heroine, popular cheerleader, all around good girl by day, determined bad ass by night, breaking and entering without care.

If he had been intrigued by her before, and god he had been, he was completely absorbed now.

"What are we looking for, Lisbeth?" He questioned.

Betty arched an eye brow. "You read The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?"

"I thought you wanted to focus." Jughead challenged, his smirk growing.

"Have you always been this annoying?"

"Only when I'm around you, Cooper."

"Oh, so it's my fault?"

"Well..." He drew out.

"Jughead-"

"Okay, okay." He chuckled.

"Jughead." Toni called, capturing his attention, but only for a moment. "Her light just turned on. I'm gonna go check it out."

His grin disappeared.

"Be careful." He warned.

It wasn't that she couldn't handle herself, she could, she was a Serpent after all, but she was also his friend, the closest person to him on the Southside, and though she would swear she didn't need it, he wanted to protect her too.

She nodded in response, gripping the strap of her camera as she tiptoed across the street towards the small shack of a house.

Betty looked concerned, not that he was surprised. She wasn't like her friends, whether she wanted to believe that or not, she had compassion for everyone, not just her precious Northsiders.

"Is she going to be okay?" She asked anxiously.

"She can look out for herself." Jughead replied simply. "She'll be fine. Now tell me what we're looking for, Betts."

Betty stared up at the visor. "We're looking for anything that proves Grundy isn't as clean as she says she is."

He nodded, glancing around the small interior of the car to try and find anything that was out of place. There was a locked metal box stuff halfway under her seat.

Bingo. He thought, making a grab for it. He passed it to her, watching in amazement as she pulled a black bobby pin from her hair, forcing it into the metal key hole. It clicked instantly.

"I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook." She admitted.

Jughead met her gaze, holding it for a few moments as a grin slowly graced his lips. "Why am I not surprised?"

Betty reached into the box, extracting the first thing her hand came into contact with, a small piece of hard plastic.

A driver's license, bearing Ms. Grundy's photograph, but not her name.

"Oh my god." Betty hissed. "Jennifer Gibson? Who the hell is Jennifer Gibson?"

He took the ID from her and studied it, feeling just as perplexed.

"Jug..." She whispered, her voice shaking.

He let the license fall to his jean clad knee, his eyes widening in worry as he turned to face her.

"Betts?" He demanded. "What is it? What's..."

He trailed off quickly as something gleamed in her hand.

A gun.

And she was pointing it directly at him.