The Officer's Daughter

Disclaimer: I own only the plot and Anna.

Riff walked along the empty streets with his boys, searching for members of rival gangs. Riff was happy to find the street was empty, all his. And as he turned to go back to wherever he wanted to sleep that night, a young girl caught his stare.

Her blonde hair glistened in the moonlight, her eyes were as bright as the stars. Riff ignored the boys, calling out his name and laughing at stupid jokes. He could only see her. Tony, who had joined the street search, 'cause he had 'nothing better to do', came up behind his buddy. Placing a strong hand on Riff's shoulder he said into his ear, "That's Officer Krupke's daughter. Stay away, boy, stay away."

Riff only smiled at the challenge, smoothly approaching the young, and obviously lost, girl. "Hey, you lost?" He asked, raising his chin slightly as he spoke. She turned, surprised and scared. "No…not really…just don't wanna go home." She smiled, but she stepped of the curb and began to cross the street.

"Nuh-uh." Riff said, taking a hold of her shoulder. "You ain't goin' no where's in the night, alone." He smiled and nodded towards his gang. "Come with us, we'll walk ya home."

She was a little worried at first, but the boy seemed nice. Her father had warned her of street gangs, and he would be very upset if he found she was being walked home by a gang. Just the way she liked it, her father boiling over with anger.

She and Riff caught up with gang, waltzing ahead. She loved how free and rebellious New York City was, with all of delinquents and gangs. She had just never been able to touch such brilliant freedom, considering her father was a well-respected police man. But when she could, she roamed the streets, alone and pretended she was a care-free rebellion.

She had never gotten so close to the Jets, or any other gang, but she had always longed to befriend some one like this. She was well prepared for the instant she actually got to be with a gang, she had it all figured out. The talk, the walk, and anything else the gangs did.

Riff turned to his gang, Tony and Snowboy shaking their heads. He's goin' down the wrong path…we are in trouble already. Tony sighed, but he still supported his buddy. "Hey! Guys, guys, guys! Listen up!" Riff called to the mob of young men. "This here is…" He looked curiously at the girl. "What's your name again?" He asked, slightly embarrassed he hadn't thought to ask.

"Anna…Anna…" She was going to say her last name, but held back, knowing the gang knew the last name well and would recognize it. "Anna is her name, and we are gonna be real nice and walk her home. So lets go boys." He smiled, and put an arm around the girl.

Riff had a history with the girls of Manhattan. Every girl he had ever dated, had an interesting story to tell her friends. He had never been in love, if he saw a pretty girl, he worked his charm. And he soon got tired of her, or saw something better. He has never really wanted to stick with one girl…

Anna walked along side the stranger, he knew his name and face well. She often saw him around the streets, being chased down by her father. She was almost tired of her father so unwillingly trying to understand the teens, he never gave anyone a chance…under the age of forty that is…

The Jets were a little unsure of the guest, she was quiet and pretty, but seemed to nice and innocent to be involved even the slightest bit with Riff. But what did they care? Ever guy for himself…unless you were in the Jets of course. Then you've got brothers around…and you know the rest.

"Where do you live?" Riff demanded, watching his buddy's over his shoulder. "Take one more right, then a left and my house is the last one on your…right." Riff thought this over, but sped up the group. "Come on boys, the lady's got a curfew!" He smiled, dropping his hand from her back and turning to face his boys.

Anna blushed at the remark, but kept walking ahead. They turned right and then left, finally the were in front of tailored apartment. Her father's car was no where on the street. Most likely roaming around, searching for gangs.

The rest of the boys hung back as Riff walked her to the door, they knew when not to interfere. Riff looked uncomfortably down at his feet, pretending to be innocently clueless. Anna liked the way he seemed nervous, and she reached for the door knob. But his hand beat hers, and he pulled open the door. He thought of shivering, pretending to be cold and alone, but he reminded himself who's daughter this was.

"Can I see you again some time?" She smiled, a genuine, bright-white smile. Her blonde hair loosely hung from her head, which was normally pounding from the disappointed sighs of her father. Riff smiled, looking back at his gang. "Yea, anytime." And then he started back down the steps.

"Where you think you're goin'?" Said a much too familiar voice, Riff looked up from two black shiny feet to see a uniformed man in front of him. Officer Krupke.

Riff ducked and dodged around him, running away with the rest of the Jets. "I'll get you some day boy! And don't you touch my daughter again!" Krupke yelled as the boys disappeared into the city lights.

A/N- Read and REVIEW! Took place before the whole Tony-Maria and Sharks thing, so both Tony and Riff are still alive.