Ryan rolled over and almost collided with a sleeping Marissa. He yawned and quietly got out of bed, being careful not to wake her.

It had been eventful last night, to say the least. He wanted to forget it, but he knew he never would. The sound of the gun going off, the look of pure hatred on Trey's face as he realized Marissa had shot him, the look on Marissa's face when she realized she had shot Trey.

He wasn't coming back. Ryan knew it; he had always known it. Trey was fated to meet a not-so-pleasant end, and if it weren't for the Cohen's, Ryan would have met death the same way. He was regretful that Trey was dead, and yet, he wasn't. Trey was his flesh and blood, and his brother by birth, Trey was going nowhere fast. He doubted he would ever been close again to the guy; Seth was his brother now.

Ryan sank into a chair, closing his eyes, recalling what had happened after Trey keeled over, dead.

He crawled over to Marissa, breathing heavily. He hugged her, and she began to cry as sirens, wailing in the distance, drew closer. She sobbed into his shoulder, clutching him as if she was afraid if she let go, he would die, too.

Seth opened the door, and what seemed like a million policemen, paramedics, and even firemen rushed into the building. There were policemen taling on their walkie-talkies in some police code, a paramedic was inspecting Trey (Ryan couldn't see why, Trey was dead, not injured) and he finally noticed Seth and Summer, who were just staring at the scene.

"Why us, Cohen?" she was whispering. "We're normal people, not murderers. We don't go around and kill people."

But she was wrong. Marissa had killed someone.

Marissa was still sobbing uncontrollably, until a man in a blue suit tapped her on the shoulder. "Miss, your friends and you are going to need to come down to the station with us for some questioning."

Still weeping, she nodded, and they followed the officer out of the door, into his car.

Seth took the front seat, and Summer sat behind his, edging close to the car door and staring blankly out the window. Marissa took the middle, and Ryan sat down next to her. He held her hand, patted her back as she cried, wondering when he was going to wake up from this nightmare.

If only it had been a dream. The police were trying to get her to talk, but she had finally stopped crying and refused to say another word until Sandy, who she had said was her lawyer, showed up.

Sandy breezed through the police station door, wondering why he was here. Seth had called him and said he needed to come down there. Oh, God, was Seth in trouble again? No, that couldn't be it. He could tell something was wrong, seriously wrong.

He asked the first person he saw to direct him to the room where Seth Cohen was

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't go in there. Mr. Cohen is being inter-" the blond receptionist had began, but Sandy cut her off.

"Listen, ma'am, I'm Seth's father." he said.

"I 'm sorry, but-"

"And his lawyer."

"Room twenty-three, down the hall, second door on your left."

He barged into the questioning room. "What is going on here?"

Marissa looked up. "I need to talk to my lawyer." She informed the policeman.

He nodded, and left the room.

Marissa hurriedly explained what had happened, trying not to start the waterworks again.

Sandy didn't look appalled, or shocked, it wasn't that surprising. He knew Trey would have eventually met some sticky end or another, he was just glad it was one that Marissa was going to get off very easily on.

He stepped outside to talk to the officer. "Listen, these kids have been through enough tonight already with you brainwashing them into thinking that they're criminals. Let them get some rest. I'll bring them back tomorrow."

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary, sir. Ms. Cooper has been charged with murder, and she'll be spending the night here."

Sandy sighed. "How much is her bail?"

"We've got her for $45,000."

Sandy's eye's nearly popped out of his head. He knew the money wasn't a problem, though, with Mrs. Julie I-Just-Inherited-Millions-Of-Dollars-From-My-Dead-Husband Cooper-Nichol.

"Excuse me," he said, and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the used-to-be Nichol mansion.

A sleepy Julie picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jules, it's Sandy. Marissa's in a little bit of a spat with the police- no not drinking again Julie, and I need to bail her out, so can you pay me back about forty-five thousand dollars tomorrow?"

"Sure… $45 thousand… whatever… goodnight." She hung up.

Sandy shook his head and wrote out a check for Marissa's bail.

He handed the check to the officer, who told him he could take everyone home.

No one talked in the car. He dropped Summer off, and pulled up at Marissa's house.

"Wait," she said. "I don't want to go in right now. Could I take the guest room at your place, Sandy? Please?"

He could see she was close to breaking back down into a puddle of tears.

"Sure, Marissa," he said quietly, and drove them all back to the Cohen residence.

Sandy and Seth headed straight upstairs for bed.

Marissa turned to Ryan. She didn't even have to ask. She followed him to the pool house.

They got in bed, but neither one was tired. She turned over to face him, and they kissed. She had wished for a while now, that she had waited for Ryan before losing her virginity, but she hadn't. She hadn't done it with Ryan yet, but both knew tonight was going to be their night.