Chapter 1:

Bughead is married, and live together in a beautiful home, Jughead is an author and Betty is a journalist. My Tumblr will have info about next chapters bugsfics

Riverdale had seemed to calm down quite a bit after the couple had graduated from high school, and continued to calm down as the two began their lives together. For them, this seemed boring. Jughead's bestselling book was the finished form of the one he had worked on throughout high school, based on the tragedies that had graced the small town. Betty had started working at the register, but had just begun a new job writing for a regional paper. Most of her work was based at home, which was just fine for the couple. More time together was much needed, even when it was just a quiet night sitting by the fire, the sound of Jughead's keyboard and Betty's page-turning the only sounds in the room.

Without much going on in Riverdale Jughead often searched the web for news stories, anything that seemed odd or out of place for him to snoop around at. Just like his father had told him, his writing was great. He had a knack for getting the story on paper in just the perfect way.

At this moment, Jughead was typing away while Betty lie quietly curled into his side. Occasionally she would glance over at him, watching his fingers dance on the keys, trying to catch his eyes. It was getting late and she wanted to head to bed, but wasn't quite sure that she was ready to sleep yet, she wanted company. She glanced at her ring, it was small but truly dazzling. He had bought it shortly after graduation, just before he got a large offer for his book. He had asked her several times if she wanted a larger ring, now that he could afford it, but she loved it, it was hers.

Jughead had paused at the keys, stumped. He got this way quite often lately. With so little going on, writing was getting difficult. The company he had signed with wanted another book, but he just couldn't seem to find inspiration. He saved what he had written and shut his laptop. Before he could move it off of his lap his wife was already moving it for him. She placed it gently on the ottoman and moved to straddle his lap.

"Someone wants attention" he laughed as she pressed her lips to his. She giggled against his smile, but did not want to pull her mouth from his. She was on a mission.

They had mentioned before they both wanted to start a family, and with nothing stopping them it was the perfect night to start trying. Their tongues began to mingle, and a low growl escaped her throat. It was just starting to get serious when he separated from her, "We could move to the bedroom," he whispered.

"Please," she nodded, and pulled him up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was large, with a gigantic bed in the middle of the room, with photos adorning each wall. Photos of them, their families, but that was ignored as they moved onto the bed…

The next morning was bright and busy. Betty rushed through the house, trying to get her last few things in the car. They were going to head just out of town where Betty had gotten a call about a car accident that had happened earlier that morning. It sounded like a normal accident, one driver headed north, the other headed south. One veered into the other lane, presumably due to how early is was. Maybe they were tired, or it was difficult to see. Still, Jughead insisted on coming with.

Once they got into the car and had pulled out of their neighborhood, though, things seemed different. Betty wasn't sure what was different, the road looked the same, nothing was out of place. Perhaps it was the seasonal change. She had grown up not too far from where she currently lived but it could still feel different when autumn began.

It wasn't long before they saw the scene. Before they could even make out the cars that had been in the accident they saw the police cruisers lining the road. Why were there so many? A typical accident did not need so many officers, Betty had covered many accidents in her few years in the workforce. This just didn't make sense.

"Maybe it's just the number of officers, but this is just weird Jug," Betty admitted.

"I know, Bets" He sighed, pulling to the side of the road. They got out of the car and ran toward the new sheriff, Sheriff Scotts. She was small, but had a stern look on her face, like she would smack anyone who opposed her.

"You know the rules, Mr. Jones. News staff only, no authors," Scotts' voice was raspy, and even though she looked to be in her 30s she sounded like she had been smoking for 50 years. She peered at him with brown eyes, as if just her look could stop him in his tracks, but not much could.

"It's pretty much the same thing, besides, it's just a regular accident. I couldn't hurt anything," he smiled, Jughead hadn't gotten along with a single sheriff since he turned 10 and started poking his nose in what he really shouldn't have.

Betty moved toward the scene while the two of them argued, it always went like this. Jughead would argue with her, until she would give in. Really, Scotts' liked Jughead, but would never admit it. Sure, he got into things he shouldn't have. But he also solved some mysteries, and she could use an investigator. There was no detective team in Riverdale, so she usually had to use what little resources the police department had allotted to them.

As Betty moved forward she felt Jughead's body next to hers. He had won the battle, as always, although he had done so sooner than he usually did. The scene felt strange, there were two cars sitting on the side of the road, pulled away from their resting places in an effort to clear the road. Both had smashed in front ends, but that wasn't the strange part. One car had dent on the back of it, the other had a dent on the side, far from where the impact had taken place. She looked around, but there was nothing around that the cars could have hit. Nothing could have caused the other dents.

Jughead had noticed the same thing and had whipped out his camera, Betty began scrawling on her notepad, ready to get every detail. Betty knew that this was strange, but was it foul play?

"We're not sure who was even in the cars yet Jughead," Betty reminded him for the fifth time. He was sure something else was at play, but without knowing the identities of who was in the car it was difficult to speculate a motive. He had been writing all afternoon, long after Betty had finished her article and emailed it to her boss for publishing.

The officers were convinced that there had been a third car involved, that would explain the other two dents. Betty was unsure whether someone had hit and run from the scene, she was still waiting on names so she could interview the victims of the crash in person, but watching her husband get worked up brought out something in her that hadn't been seen in a while.

Jughead was walking through the kitchen, trying to set the table and explain all his theories with her at the same time. "Betts, something is off. I can feel it. The police just want it to seem normal," He paused. There was not much rivalry at the current time. "The sheriff is new but seems competent. Hiram Lodge has gone to bother some other city, hopefully for a long time. The Ghoulies and the Serpents are at a draw, even the Blossoms are too focused on other endeavors to cause the accident. And why?"

"Maybe it isn't a person, Juggie," Betty said, trying to real him in. "Maybe it's something… else" she finished lamely, but it still got him thinking. "Anyways, I'll get the names for the interviews tomorrow. Maybe it will make more sense when we know who was involved." As she was pulling her dish from the oven there was a knock on the door, their guests had arrived.

Jughead dropped the topic, knowing that it usually bothered someone in the family when they began discussing the goings-on of Riverdale. Some people just preferred to agree with what they were told by the police department.

Jughead opened the door, they were going to have most of the family over. Alice Cooper walked through the door, steering one of the twins by the hand with a dish in her other hand. Polly and the other twin was next through the door, and just as they walked through it FP pulled up and parked his beat-up truck in front of the house. Jellybean and Gladys jumped out together, smiling at something JB had said.

It was going to be a packed house.

AN: so that was the first installment… already thinking about the next chapter… and maybe I'll do some off-shoots of the wedding and other little topics of interest along the way… anyways! Let me know what you think!