A\N: I've started to watch Motive (I found it too late, I know) and I got to thinking about Betty's background and thought it would make a good first story. I'm not sure how many chapters this story will have and as usual updates will be scattered. Enjoy, Angels.
She should have known she couldn't keep her past a secret forever, especially not from two homicide detectives.
She knew something was wrong with her the day the dizzy spells had started. The day they had started she had put it down to being half asleep seeing as her alarm had just gone off, thankfully ending the nightmares, but as the day continued, the dizziness happened more and more frequently. She was in the morgue, talking to Angie and Oscar about their latest murder victim when she felt the dizzy feeling take over her again and only Oscar's strong arms wrapping around her waist stopped her from landing on her ass. Once Oscar had steadied her, gave her a look of concern and let go of her waist, she went on talking about their victim as if nothing had happened, ignoring the concerned looks of her friends.
After the dizzy spells came the headaches, she should have gone to a doctor but that would have meant confessing to nightmares which would lead to uncomfortable questions that she wouldn't have answered. She simply wore her glasses more and more, took more Advil than was advised and hoped they would do the job and take the pain away but they never did, went to bed earlier and earlier but all that accomplished was being trapped in nightmares where she had to relive her past for hours, a past that no one knew about, until she had just ignored the pain in her skull.
After the nightmares, dizzy spells and headaches came the moodiness. She had snapped at everyone, including Oscar who had only asked if she wanted a coffee and a candy bar. She had stalked away from him and walked back into the morgue feeling awful. She knew she was tired, exhausted even, but she doesn't want to sleep and see her past again, she's worked hard to put it behind her. The mood swings are confusing for her but she doesn't care. Two days after she'd snapped at Oscar, Betty had snapped at Angie when the woman had come down the morgue and demanded answers as to what was going on with the redheaded ME, telling the blonde homicide detective to stick to solving homicides and to start minding her own business, hoping it'd get a rise out if her best friend but it didn't. Instead, Angie had squeezed her shoulder and left the morgue, leaving Betty to finish the Autopsy on the 17 year old strangling victim. The ME just hoped the exhaustion went away so she could stop pushing away everyone that loved her.
To say that the two homicide detectives are concerned about their favorite redheaded ME is a major understatement. They know that their best friend and secret love is hiding something, something that she doesn't want anyone to know about but they also know that it's slowly killing her from the inside out, metaphorically speaking of course, they know that Betty is exhausted, the bags underneath her eyes are an obvious indication of that as well are the dizzy spells, the headaches she's been having, and the moodiness she's been having over the last week.
"What is she hiding?" Angie asks Oscar who sighs. He's as concerned about Betty as his partner. "I don't know, Angie, but we'll find out." He says, determination in his voice. They have to find out what Dr Betty Rogers is hiding before it destroys her.
A\N: In my opinion, this is a great first chapter, I hope you like it. In the second chapter there will be a trigger warning for scars and hints of abuse and self harm, Enjoy, Angels.