Summary:

Have we found Goldhead? Have we? Can they have sex in the shower?
Hey, ya'll. It's almost time for school to start and I was almost murdered today while reworking my school's schedule for the thousands time. Jesus take the wheel! I will get through this. At least I have my Bughead babies to give me life. Thanks for always reading and commenting. You're the true MVPS. Please excuse any typos and don't tell my principal. Being a school Administrator has fried my brain. But I'm super powerful at an elementary school, so I'll probs rule the world some day. Hugs and Kisses.

Chapter Text

"So Goldhead was in the basement of the Whyte Wyrm, right?" Betty said. "What do you think this key unlocks? Are there any strange doors or something?"

"Not that I know of." He palmed the key, turning the gold keychain over and over in his hand. The basement only consisted of that open, cement floor room where Jason had been murdered, FP's office, a bathroom, and a small kitchenette. There were no closets or any other doors that were locked.

"Get out the picture," Betty said. Jughead had taken the one Johnny had found on the door of the bar. He unfolded the crumpled photo and straightened it out. They both sat on a workbench together. "Okay, so behind the seven, you can see a back wall with the Goldhead sign. You can see a little line of light that looks like an outline of a door. Maybe there's some secret room that we don't know about."

"Let's go back to the bar, and see what we can find."

Betty hesitated. "I'm still worried about Fred and Hiram, and the others."

"Call Carol and fill her in. Tell her to put a cop car outside of the Lodge's and to make sure that police officer at the hospital doesn't leave Fred's side. I'll gas up the motorcycle so we can use it once we've searched for Goldhead."

Betty glanced at the bike and grinned. "So now you're going to be wearing that black leather jacket and driving a motorcycle?" Jughead smiled. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you."

"You can't keep your hands off my now," he said with a cocky grin and a waggle of his dark eyebrows.

"True. I guess it'll only get worse."

"I'm okay with that," he said and kissed her.

As she pulled out her phone to call Carol, she received a text from Veronica. "V says her mom and dad are fine."

"Good. Tell her they'll have protection soon."

As Betty put a call into the police station, Jughead went to the gas cans and filled up the bike's tank. He watched Betty as she paced in front of the greased over windows of the garage. Since they'd had sex, her ponytail had come loose. She'd put her clothes back into place, but that didn't stop him from recalling what her pert breasts looked like as she writhed on the motorcycle as he made her come. He was the luckiest man alive. His phone rang, and the number that came through wasn't one he recognized.

"Hey, Junior, it's Devil," the man said when Jughead answered.

He inwardly groaned. He'd always envied his dad and the power that came along with being a leader, but just the sheer amount of talking he'd had to do this morning had him exhausted. Being in the limelight was draining, but if it was what he had to do, he'd do it. Because that's what Jughead Jones did. What had to be done.

"What's up, Devil?"

"Johnny's sleeping it off at my place. He was really agitated, so I gave him something to relax."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know." He started to hang up, but said, "Don't call me Junior ever again."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Jughead," Devil said in all seriousness.

Maybe being the leader had its perks. "Keep an eye on Johnny for me. Text me if there are any problems."

"Will do."

He hung up the phone, and then offered Betty his arm. "Shall we?" Jughead asked Betty. She placed her hand in the crook of his arm. They left the garage and went around the back of the bar. Once they had made their way down the back stairs and into the basement, they stood and stared at the dark stain that Jason's blood had left on the concrete floor.

"Do you see anything that could be a door?" he asked.

"No. Run your hands along the wall and see if you feel a draft. We saw the light coming through a door jam in that picture. It still has to be here somewhere." She stepped away from him, but called over her shoulder. "Turn off the lights."

Jughead shut off the lights and the basement was cast into complete darkness. After a moment of searching, they both saw a thin strip of light in the shape of a door, right behind one of the tall filing cabinets, next to were Jason was killed. Jughead switched the lights back on, and using the key, Betty unlocked the door. There was a suction of air as together they pushed the door open. A sickening, sticky, sweet smell engulfed them. And some other scent was there, musty and decaying. Trying to abate the nausea, Betty cupped her hand over her mouth. The bare bulb overhead was burned out, but a nightlight was left on in the room. The only real light flooded in from the basement. The area couldn't be larger than ten feet by ten feet. In one corner, propped on the wall behind a pile of liquor boxes was the faded sign for Goldhead.

"Goldhead," Betty said. "We found it. And look!" Betty pointed to the corner where several tarps were covering up what looked liked more boxes. "I don't think that's alcohol under there."

Jughead went over and yanked the brown, dusty tarp off to reveal what was underneath-a table with beakers and tubes, like the equipment they used in chemistry. Next to the table sere stacks of wooden barrels all with the painted logo for Blossom Maple Syrup. "Again? Syrup is at the heart of a yet another crime? What is wrong with this stupid town?"

"With the Blossoms, the syrup was just a front." Betty spun around and pointed at the table with beakers and tubes. "It wasn't about syrup with Jason, and it isn't about syrup now. This is their lab." Betty took out her phone and dialed the Riverdale police department.

"What are you doing?" Jughead asked, trying to grab the phone away from her.

"Calling the police."

"No one can even find Keller."

"Which is a good thing. Maybe one of his officers is actually good at his job. We need all of this documented and done right. Didn't we learn anything from Veronica and Archie's sloppy investigation of your dad's trailer? They didn't go through the right channels and the evidence they found couldn't be used to help your dad. We've got to make sure the right people get arrested this time."

"You're right," he said. "But Fred's not involved with the drugs, neither is my dad or the Lodges. Why would someone be coming after all of them?"

"Goldhead whatever the hell that is," Betty said. "Maybe all of this started with the seven of them. There's something else. Something we aren't seeing."

"But it was the Blossom's who ran the drug ring, not anyone else."

"We don't know that. We still don't know much of anything, this is our chance to find out," Betty said. Her call finally went through. "Hey, Carol it's Betty. We found something interesting in the basement of the Whyte Wyrm. Can you please send someone down here?" And she hung up.

Betty turned to Jughead who was standing in front of a cot that they hadn't looked at yet.
"Someone has been sleeping down here. Like last night." The cot was pushed up against the wall, unmade bedding recently used. On a small overturned crate was a lamp, a leather journal, a shoebox, and a cell phone plugged into the charger in the outlet. Betty picked the phone up. The homescreen was a picture of Snake and Eric from a few years ago.

"Is that Snakes cell phone?" Jughead asked.

"Yeah," Betty said. She went to his most recent calls. "He called Fred the day of the shooting. Just a few minutes before actually. And he's called Mary, Keller, the police station, Hermione and Hiram in the last twenty-four hours."

"Maybe he's been trying to warn them."

"But where the hell has he been? He hasn't talked to Eric at all. His son is worried. I figured the shooter had kidnapped Snake for some reason. Now I don't know. But there has to be a reason he's been hiding out down here."

Betty put the phone down and flipped through the journal, and in the middle of its pages was tucked several more copies of the photo of the seven teens. Every picture had a different one of the seven with a red X over their faces. "I'm always the first to defend the Serpents, but this isn't looking good, Jug." Betty said.

Jughead reached to the crate and opened the shoebox. "And it's looking worse." He showed what was inside to Betty. "A gun," he said.

"Betty, Jughead," someone said. "Put the gun down and step away."

They both spun around. It was Sheriff Keller. He was dressed in his police uniform, but for a man who was always pressed and put together, Keller's hair was falling into his eyes, his shirt untucked, a section of it ripped, and his boots were covered in mud.

"Where's my dad?" Jughead asked. He set the shoebox and the gun down on the cot.

"Safe," Keller replied. Keller held up his hand when Jughead tried to approach him.

"Where is he?" he asked again.

Keller reached into his pocket and handed a folded up note to Jughead. Betty read it over his shoulder.

Trust Keller.

"That doesn't explain anything," Jughead said.

"Is it in your dad's handwriting?" Keller asked.

"Yeah," Jughead. "But it could have been written under duress."

"It wasn't, I swear."

"That doesn't mean shit to me," Jughead said.

"Fine. I'll call him." Keller pulled out his phone, dialed FP and put it on speaker phone.

"I told you he wouldn't believe that bullshit note, Keller," FP said when he answered. "I'm fine, Jug. I promise. Keller is going to take care of things. I know you and Betty want the truth, but back off from this. I want to keep you kids safe, and Goldhead will get you killed."

"We saw the barrels. I'll just assume drugs are inside like the ones you found at the Blossoms," Betty said even before just could say anything.

"This goes deeper than some dirty heroin. I love you kids for trying to solve this mystery and help us old folks out, but stop looking right now. Drop it. Keller will clean up this mess. Fred's going to be fine. No one else is going to get hurt."

"Okay, Dad," Jughead said. "We'll give it a break. Just promise me you're safe."

"I'm fine," FP said after a moment of hesitation. "I'm proud of you, son." His voice cracked. "Devil called me and told me what you're doing for the Serpents. I'll take over for you as soon as I get out. Then you go to college with that beautiful girlfriend of yours, and the two of you live happily ever after as far away from Riverdale as you can get."

"We'll get out of here. I promise," Jughead said.

Keller held out his hand for the phone, and Jughead gave it to him. "See, FP is fine," Keller said. "I stashed him in a halfway house over the state line. He's checked in under a fake name."

Jughead exhaled in relief. His dad was safe, and out of prison, at least for the time being. It felt good to hear FP's voice. Until now, he hadn't really allowed himself to worry about his dad, but in the back of his mind, all he could think about was what if he never talked to FP again? What if this Goldhead shit got his dad killed. Without FP, he'd have nothing. Expect for Betty. She squeezed his hand now, reminding him where he was.

"What the hell is Goldhead, Keller? And why is some old secret from your high school days have everyone so worried?"

"How much do you know?" he asked.

"Twenty-five years ago something happened in this basement and it has all of you scared," Betty said.

"It's so much more than what happened here," Keller said looking around the small closed in room. He tried to say something more, Keller's walkie crackled to life. An officer was calling for him. "You two need to get out of here."

"Why?" Betty asked.

"Because I need to deal with this," Keller replied.

"Like you dealt with Goldhead?" Jughead asked.

"Yes," he stated, his tone heavy. "I cleaned that up then. I'll clean this up now. Go! I don't want anyone besides Carol to know that you were here."

"Are you going to explain what Goldhead is?" Betty asked.

"Or where you stashed my dad?" Jughead asked.

"I promise," he said. "Just give me some time. Go get some rest. I'll meet you at Archie's in a few hours, when Mary gets back in town, and we'll tell you everything."

"Come on, Jug." She kissed her boyfriend's cheek, and then turned to Keller. "I sent my mom out of town. Should I have her come back."

"No." He shook his head. "Not yet. I'll give you the go ahead once I'm sure it's safe."

They turned to go, but Jughead had one more question. "Who shot Fred?"

"I think I know," Keller said. His walkie beeped to life again, and a man called out, looking for him. "The other officers are here. Go!"

Using the same back stairway they'd come through, they left Keller standing in the middle of the room, his hands on hips as he looked around. Jughead wondered just how long Keller has been cleaning up other people's messes. It must be exhausting. Every time he thought Riverdale was that sweet town with pep, someone fucked something up, and Keller was left holding the mop and dirty water.

"Do you think that Keller knew who killed Jason all along?" Jughead asked. "Maybe he's not the bumbling idiot we think he is. Maybe he was protecting Cliff Blossom."

"I think I prefer it if he was a bumbling idiot."

He sighed. If Keller knew who really killed Jason, he'd still arrested his dad, fully knowing that he wasn't guilty. "Me too. Are we really going to stop investigating this?" Jughead asked as he started up the motorcycle. Betty slung her leg over the seat and put her arms around him.

"Hell no." She yawned and stretched. "But I am tired. So tired. Let's go home." She rested her head against his back and closed her eyes.

Home. She'd called his dingy, old trailer home. She was his comfort, his refuge. Betty Cooper was his home.

Riverdale had come alive in the last few hours. The streets were abuzz with activity, cars driving from here to there, people hustling down the walk, to work, to the store, going about their day, no clue of the seedy underbelly of their picturesque town. Jason Blossom's murder was a tragedy, yes, but they turned a blind eye everything else-the drug trafficking, the injustices, and the crime. He stopped at a stoplight and watched as a happy family crossed the street in front of the motorcycle. He envied them and their naivety. He wished he could go back to the Riverdale of his youth, before he realized his town was corrupt, before he knew what the word alcoholic meant, before he knew his mother didn't love him.

They were greeted at the door by Hot Dog. The dog circled Jughead's feet and then pawed at the door. "I better take him for a little walk."

"I'll make us some lunch," Betty said.

But when he came back from taking Hot Dog out, he didn't find Betty in the kitchen, but he heard the shower running. The bathroom door had been left open, the steam filtering out into the cold hallway. Jughead adjusted the thermostat before going towards the bathroom.

"Betts?" he called out.

"In here," she answered.

Betty was singing softly to herself, her pure soprano haunting and clear. She knew he was coming so she wasn't startled when he pulled back the shower curtain. She didn't turn around, but stayed how she was, eyes closed, head under the showerhead, back to him. Suds washed from her hair, the bubbly water cascading down her spine, and then flowing over the fullness of her backside. His fingers longed to follow the same course, but he stood where he was, drinking in her beauty, appreciating just how good he had it.

"You going to get in?" she said over her shoulder.

His erection strained against the zipper of his pants. He was so hard he throbbed. "Hell yeah," he said. Within seconds, his clothes were on the floor and he was stepping into the tub with her. He pulled the shower curtain closed, locking the heat of the hot water in.

She still didn't turn around but pressed herself against him when he stretched his arms around her. From the nitch in the tile wall, he took up the soap. Rubbing his hands together, he worked up a lather, and then he moved his arms around her again, this time so he could reach her front. His fingertips passed over her stomach, and then slipped up to her breasts, washing each thoroughly before squeezing her, pinching her nipples gently. His palms slid down her sides, over the curves of her hips, gripping them tightly, as he spun her around, her back smacking into the blue tile wall behind her. He kissed her neck briefly, biting at her collarbone, before meeting her eyes. Their gaze locked as his hand glided between her legs. She was slick, wet, and wanting. Betty shuddered and clutched at the shower curtain, and as she came pulled the shower curtain off wrung by wrung. He straightened up as she continued to shake.

"I need to sit down," she said. "Before I fall down."

He chuckled, proud that he'd made her feel so good. He held her hand as he helped her out of the bathtub. He set her on the bed so that she could steady herself. He started to sit down next to him, but she caught his hand and brought him to stand in front of her. She took ahold of him, kissed his tip, which had already beaded with moisture. She licked it off.

She formed a fist around him, tight and strong, stroking him up and down. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth, but she wasn't shy. She sucked the sensitive tip of him first, all while her hand never stopped moving up and down his shaft. Then it was as if her jaw detached when she took him fully into her mouth. He was surrounded by the wet heat of her tongue as she made love to him with her mouth. His fingers wove tightly into her damp hair and he pulled her in, and she didn't stop, didn't let up the hot pressure of her mouth.

"Betty. . ." But he lost all train of thought for a moment. The combination of her hand and mouth moving together was too much.

But then her mouth came off of him with a pop, a release of suction. Her hand stayed where it was, ever increasing the friction. "Come on me,"she said. He started to nudge her back onto the bed, but she squared her shoulders and would not move. "No, on me." She continued to stroke him, and perked up her chest, showing him where she wanted him.

Shit. Was this a real life fantasy, a wet dream brought to life? "Are you sure?"

She looked up at him through heavily lidded eyes. "Yes." Using her upper arms, she squeezed her breasts together, creating a perfect spot of cleavage for him. And that was all it took.

After his head cleared, he looked down at the mess he'd made, but Betty didn't mind at all. She dragged her finger through it and sucked it off. "I'm just going to rinse off real quick," she said before kissing him and excusing herself to the bathroom. He watched her as she walked away, completely naked, completely vulnerable and happy.

The heat had finally kicked on, so he pulled on only his boxer briefs and went into the kitchen. He brought his cell along with him in case Archie called him. Hot Dog hopped off the couch and was soon as Jughead's heels as he went around the kitchen collecting ingredients for sandwiches. Hot Dog whimpered when Jughead opened the deli turkey.

"It's not dinnertime," he said, but he still tossed him a slice of meat.

The shower turned off and soon Betty came into the kitchen with him. She had on only his S t-shirt, and as she moved every inch of her perfect thighs were exposed. He wondered if she was wearing any underwear.

She came up behind him as he turned around to greet her. He reached under the hem of the shirt and found nothing but her soft, supple flesh was underneath. "Shit, Betty. I'm getting hard again."

She pulled back a little to smile at him as she groped him through the front of his boxers. "We could have sex on this kitchen counter again."

He grabbed her hips, and she gave a little yelp of surprise when he flipped their positions, and folded her onto the top of the counter, the move shaking the bottle of dish soap so hard that it fell into the sink. He shoved the bottom of the shirt up her thighs, exposing her luscious ass. He grabbed onto her, his fingers leaving dents in her flesh. He started to pull down the front of his boxers, but stopped when his phone rang.

"Ignore it," he said. He placed a hand on her spine, giving him an anchor. But then the phone rang again and again until it vibrated itself into the sink where the soap had landed.

Jughead let out a string of curse words before letting Betty up and answering the phone. It was Keller. Jughead's mind was so distracted by what he was about to do with Betty that he wasn't sure he'd heard Keller right.

Betty pulled her shirt back into place and stood up. "What?" she mouthed.

"That can't be true," Jughead said. "There's no way."

He pressed the speaker button on his phone so Betty could hear.

"I know who shot Fred," Keller said. "We just arrested Snake for attempted murder."