Okay. New story. I have so many stories and I'm just not finishing them. But there aren't enough police stories out there so here's an attempt at one. Title taken from a Ruelle song.

Chapter 1

Magnus' alarm yelled in his ear and he flailed at it. Groaning, he kept his eyes closed while hitting the machine until it stopped. He grinned and pulled his duvet over his head. What? He didn't have a set time to get up! Boy, did he love his job.

*

Alec slammed his head on his home desk and sighed angrilly. Slowly raising his head, he rubbed his red eyes. He hadn't slept a wink since Bane had peformed his magic a couple days ago. Priceless painting gone. Urg! He hated being assigned to Bane. Hated it. And not just because he found him attractive. No. Way. No one even knew what he looked like until Alec had met him face to face years back... but he didn't want to think about that.

Alec stared angrily at the piles of files on his desk. His lamp was dim and his bedroom light was off. He shared a house with Jace and he didn't want his friend to know he was awake. But he couldn't rest with Bane out there.

The detective took the file closest to him and opened it. He was greeted with an enormous photo of the criminal and scowled. Stupid, idiotic, good-looking Bane. What? Nothing. He thought nothing and, even if he did, they were all completely innocent. Bane's golden contacts shone at him and Alec slammed it shut again.

*

Magnus rolled out of his bed when the clock struck 11. Literally rolled. He landed on the floor with a thump. Chairman meow screeched at him, as the cat had been sleeping on his head before. He strutted unhappily out the door, head held high. Magnus grinned to himself.

He jumped up and sashayed towards his board. The board was his favourite thing in the house. He cherished it. Why? Because every newspaper article on every heist he had done was proudly stuck on it. He smiled and smiled wider when he saw the face on every single one of them. At the bottom left hand corner of every paper was Alexander Lightwood.

The detective had been following him for years. At first it had been annoying, a faceless man stalking him. But then when they met...let's just say Magnus wasn't annoyed anymore. He looked at the pictures and smirked slightly. Alexander never smiled. The closest Magnus had seen was when they first met. And even that was just a smirk.

*

Magnus practically strutted down the street, grinning to himself. He had just stolen a ring worth thousands and was feeling pretty good about himself. He spotted a little coffee shop at the end and a bright red sign that read 'Java Jones'. Maybe he could stop for a coffee. With whipped cream of course.

The bell dinged as Magnus opened the door. It was a quiant little shop with only a few other people in it. An old guy who Magnus kindly assumed was dead, a teenage girl dressed fully in black with her headphones in, (Magnus laughed at this. He remembered his goth faze) and two men sitting at the back.

One was blonde and frowning, Magnus couldn't see the other. Only the back of his head. But he was slouched, his black hair in random places which showed that he obviously didn't care about appearances. Never the less, he was hot. Magnus smirked and named him pretty boy.

Magnus managed to tear his eyes away and went to order.

"Pumpkin latte, please..." He winked at the girl behind the counter, reading her name tag. "Maureen." The girl tucked her blonde hair behind her ear and giggled.

"Coming right up."

"I'm telling you Jace, he's a nightmare!"

"Of course he's a nightmare, he's a criminal!"

Magnus frowned and turned to see the two men arguing.

"I'm just saying" snapped pretty boy. "That I don't we why I had to get assigned to him. Why me?"

"Because you are the best detective in the precinct!"

Oh, so they were cops, huh? Interesing.

"Don't give me that crap, Herondale. You know..."

"Exuse me." Magnus purred, walking up to them. "You guys are policemen? Hot."

"What does it matter to you?" Pretty boy snapped.

"Yes, we are cops." 'Jace' said at the same time. Magnus fake laughed.

"What's wrong, working on a tough case?" He asked timidly.

"You could say that." Pretty boy muttered, hanging his head.

"Tough is an understatement." 'Jace' said, looking at Magnus.

Magnus eyed him up and down. "Hmm. Maybe for you. I can sense you're more the air headed jock type."

Blondie glared at him and pretty boy smirked slightly. It made Magnus feel good, knowing he could make him smile. He didn't know why.

"So what are your names?" Magnus asked. Pretty boy gave him a look and he shrugged. "What?! Just so I know who to look for if I'm ever in trouble."

"We're not telling you." PB snapped.

"Lighten up, Alec." 'Jace' said. Alec. Magnus screamed internally. It suited him.

"I'm Jace Herondale. This is Alec Lightwood."

Wait, WHAT?! Magnus' brain seemed to stop functioning. He tried desperately to keep a calm exterior.

"Alec? That short for Alexander?"

Alec nodded. Well, crap. This was the famous Alexander Lightwood. The one who had been chasing him for a year. How had he not recognised him? Urg! Why did the world hate him so?

"Beautiful name." Magnus whispered, reaching out to touch his shoulder. Alexander flinched but was blushing slightly. Cute.

"Anyway, I think we should get your name now." Jace stated. "So it's fair."

Magnus paused for a second, mouth open.

"Magnus!" Maureen called and Magnus collected his drink. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boys exchanging a glance. Magnus smirked, decision made. He turned to them and stared straight at Alexander.

"It's Magnus. Magnus Bane." He didn't see their reaction because he twirled and walked out. What could he say? He had a flare for the dramatic.

*

After that, Magnus hadn't tried to hide his appearance. Lightwood and already seen him, so what was the point? He was thankful anyway. He did love seeing his face printed everywhere. Besides, we was going to win.

*

Alec groaned and closed another file. This was hopless. Bane was going to win.

There it is? What do you think? Let me know!