Title: A Spot Of Trouble
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The O.C.. Not for profit.
Description: Ryan gets into a spot of trouble with a girl. (Set in early season 1.)

Chapter 4

Jane's father prodded her. "Go on with your story, Janie."

Jane took a deep breath and continued.

.oOo.

Jane took Ryan's hand and led him down the street. "I know just the place. Come on."

She knew exactly where she wanted to go. She'd been wanting to go there ever since she'd started hearing about it in junior high. The gazebo on the Murphys' estate. Everybody went there to make out. It was like the place to go for the kids at her school. It was beautiful, surrounded by woods, lots of privacy. She'd heard all her girlfriends talking about their visits there with their boyfriends. Jane kept looking for the right opportunity to take a boy there, and now it finally arrived. She could barely stop herself from "squeeing" out loud.

Jane started to move faster, with Ryan easily keeping up. She couldn't wait to get there. It was just up the street and around the corner. There! There were the trees, just up ahead. And now she could see the fence. Great. She was practically running by the time she got there, and jumped over the low fence easily. She was rather surprised, then, when Ryan didn't follow right behind her. A few steps in, she stopped and turned around to see what the hold-up was. She knew that it couldn't be a problem with him being able to get over the fence.

Ryan was standing on the other side of the fence, looking around nervously. "What is this place? Is it like a park or something?"

Jane walked back to the fence. "It's just a – there's a gazebo not too far. The kids from my school go there all the time. I've never heard of anybody getting caught. The people don't care." She smiled at him and took his hand in both of hers and pulled. "Come on!"

Ryan looked at her for a moment, then broke out in his own big smile. After a quick look around to make sure nobody saw them, he jumped over the fence to join her. From there, they ran hand-in-hand through the woods to the gazebo. When they got there, they dropped onto one of the benches, panting and smiling and laughing. That was fun.

Jane sat there for a minute, catching her breath and watching Ryan, hoping that he'd make a move now that they were here. And after a moment he did. He slid closer to her on the bench and gently reached out and put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. A deep, long, soft, wonderful kiss. Jane had kissed boys before, but it never felt like that. It left her breathless and her heart beating a mile a minute.

After that kiss, Ryan pulled away a little and looked deeply into her eyes. "Okay?"

Jane took this opportunity to take off her glasses, to get them out of the way. Then she let him know it was more than okay. She reached out to touch him, too, and leaned in to kiss him. He responded with an even deeper kiss and put one arm around her waist to pull her in closer. Jane put her hands under his shirt and around onto his back. His tank top was so soft on top of his firm muscles.

When they broke apart to catch their breaths, Jane took a moment to study Ryan. God, he was so cute. His face, and his arms... Jane took a deep breath and hesitantly reached out to push his over-shirt off his shoulder. She wanted to see those shoulders. Ryan saw what she was doing and quickly took off the shirt himself. Jane smiled. Seeing him there in just his tank top. Those shoulders and those arms, and the chest muscles she could see the outline of... She could feel herself warming up and that throb starting down below.

She leaned into him for another kiss. This time he slowly slid his hand up under her shirt towards her bra. And she slid her hands underneath his tank top. As Ryan began to massage her boobs through her bra, she could feel herself getting more excited. It was all going so perfectly. And he was such a gentleman, making sure to go slow. She knew that the next step was to unhook her bra, and if he didn't reach around to do it soon, she was going to do it herself.

But unfortunately, things didn't get to go any further, because just at that point, they both heard the crackle of a police radio, and they jumped apart. Jane looked around towards the sound and saw the light from a couple of flashlights not too far away.

Ryan said what she was thinking, "Oh, shit."

They both jumped up and started straightening and putting back on their clothes. They were still in the process of doing that when the two police officers stepped into the gazebo and shined the flashlights on them.

"Hold it right there, kids." The first cop said.

The second one followed it up. "You two are trespassing, here. We're going to have to take you in. Finish getting dressed. Now."

Jane hurried to finish tucking in her t-shirt and reached around for her glasses, keeping an eye on Ryan who was pulling on his over-shirt. When she turned back around, the first cop was shining his flashlight in her face.

"Hold on. Aren't you the Chief's daughter? Jane, right?"

Oh, shit. She babbled nervously, "Um, yeah, that's me. I'm Jane. Yeah."

The second cop whistled. After exchanging a look with the first cop, he told her, "Well, come on, both of you. I guess we'll have to just take you down to the station and call your father. Come on, let's go."

The first officer started ushering the two of them back in the direction that the cops came from. As they walked to the officers' car, Jane took a look at Ryan. He was looking at her with wide eyes. She guessed that he wasn't really happy to learn that about her dad. That he was the chief of police. She hoped that it wouldn't scare him away. She really wanted to see him again.

.oOo.

Jane's father continued to study her and Ryan for a moment after she finished telling her story. Long enough that Jane started to squirm, wishing that he would say something.

Finally, he spoke. "Well, honey, that was quite a story. Let's see if I have this straight. You pick up a boy at a party. A party that you went to after lying to your mother and me about where you would be tonight, by the way. You go with this boy to the Murphys' gazebo, trespassing on their property. And you proceeded to make out with this guy that you barely know."

Jane glanced over at Ryan then back to her father. "Um, yeah, pretty much."

"Jane, you know you could have been arrested for trespassing." He paused for a moment. "You both could have."

Jane looked guiltily at Ryan. Oh, god. She could have gotten him arrested. How could she be so thoughtless.

Her father leaned forward, took a deep breath, and continued, softer. "You need to understand, baby. The Murphys are getting really fed up with all the kids using their gazebo like that, and they've been insisting that we do something about it. Mrs. Murphy is on the school board, and the department is getting pressure to arrest anyone caught trespassing on their property."

Jane looked down and whispered, "I didn't know."

"Well, now you do. The only reason why you weren't arrested – you and you friend – is because of who I am. You probably don't think it would have been any big deal since it is just a misdemeanor, but it would have been on your record until you turn eighteen. Understand?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

Her father sighed and sat back. "Okay, honey. We'll continue this discussion at home. You, me, and your mother. And just to let you know, you will be grounded. For a while."

Jane nodded, feeling guilty. She wasn't looking forward to facing her mother later. Her father could be tough, but her mother... Well, she'd been a cop's wife for twenty-something years, enough said.

To Be Continued