Hi :) so, I've read that post on tumblr and couldn't really get rid of the idea and started writing and even got to the point that I posted it ... and now, well, I'll see how you'll like it. :)

I'm not a native speaker, so I apologize for terrible grammar, typos, whatever mistakes you'll find. And I also hope that you might like it. :) And it's my first try on a TMI-FF.

Disclamer: Not mine and never will be.

Chapter1

The first thing Alec noticed after waking up was that he couldn't move, the second was that the ringing of his phone had woken him up. The reason for the first one had four paws, two ears, one tail, way too much grey, fluffy fur and never listened to the name 'Church'. The reason for the second thing was a call.

Grumbling Alec let his right hand wander across the mattress next to his pillow in which he had currently buried most of his face. Finally his fingertips met the solid form of his vibrating phone. He moved one finger lazily across the screen to accept the call before moving his cell to the one ear that wasn't covered by the fabric of the pillowcase.

"Lightw-", he started, but was cut off halfway through his last name.

"Hey, Alec, it's me, Jace, great, that you are awake already. I need to talk to you in a very urgent matter, so move your sorry ass out of bed and meet me at Taki's."

And with that the line went dead. Alec stared at his phone whose screen had become dark again with narrowed eyes.

"Awake?", he mumbled. Then he let his head rest on his pillow for a few more moments before he attempted to get his cat off his back. "I wouldn't call that state of mind 'awake'. Maybe 'conscious'.'"

Nonetheless there had been something in the voice of his childhood friend that let worry bloom in his chest. Jace Herondale wasn't one to get nervous easily. He was the 'I'm always as cool as ice'-one. It was annoying as hell sometimes, but it also had helped Alec a great deal during his first panic attacks in college. He still felt a shiver run down his spine when the words 'Final exams' crossed his mind, but he had gotten through it without attempting suicide. That had been a great success which had lead straight to the worst hangover that had ever happened to him. Both with the help of said childhood friend.

"Church! Get off!", Alec yelled halfheartedly at the cat that was still lying stretched out across his lower back. "Umpf."

Alec took a deep breath and carefully rolled onto one side. Church glided down onto the mattress. At first the cat didn't really realize what was happening, but as soon as he started noticeable gliding some kind of panic reflex kicked in and Church buried his claws in Alec's skin through the oversized T-shirt he slept in. Alec's eyes flew open and a not so very nice curse died on his lips as his nerves transferred the pain from his lower back straight to his brain.

"Holy-!"

He jumped out of the bed, almost sending Church flying across the mattress. Luckily the cat managed to detangle its claws from the fabric of the shirt before disappearing into the living room with an angry hiss. Alec watched Church's tail disappear beneath the couch, then stretched his back, carefully flexing the muscles of his arms. The pain already started to fade, but from experience Alec knew that there would be dark red traces left on his pale skin for at least a few days. Slowly Alec let his fingertips wander across the already forming bruises, but sharp burn made him stop. Maybe the pain wasn't really fading yet.

"You are so getting your claws cut the next time I'll get you within arm's length of a vet", he muttered under his breath before making his way to the bathroom.

Jace seemed like he was about to tear every napkin apart the could get his hands on. When he noticed Alec at the entrance of the small diner, his face lit up as if the older Lightwood was the solution to all the problems of the world. It made Alec want to turn around and run away ... very fast, very far.

"Hey, Jace, what's up?", he asked suspiciously as he sat down in front of his best friend. On his way over to Taki's Alec had ragged his brain for the reason of Jace's call. The only things he could think of were that somebody got shot, kidnapped, blackmailed ... everything else was way to close to 'completely stupid' to be taken into serious consideration. But it still didn't really explain why Jace wanted to talk to him alone at the diner and not his office. Maybe it had nothing to do with there work?

They both worked for the NYPD, but while Jace was a big shot at the homicide squad, Alec had become kind of a handyman of the different departments. He mostly got assigned to cases of theft or kidnapping. The main reason he never crossed formal paths with the homicide squad and why he reluctantly refused to even consider becoming Jace's partner was the fact that his father, Robert Lightwood, was the head of this squad. And one could say that Alec's relationship with his father had ... suffered due to his son's coming out at the age of seventeen. It had been awkward silences from then on and on his eighteenth birthday Alec had left his parent's house. He still held contact with his mother and of course with his sister Isabelle and his younger brother Max, but he never exchanged more words than necessary with his father.

Now that Alec was twenty-five he had simply gotten annoyed by his fathers - in his opinion - childish behaviour. Alec was over there quarrel of his 'inadmissible' sexuality or the terrible need to earn his fathers pride. His father held another opinion, but Alec had stopped caring about it. He had decided to go on with his life. So Alec took pride in his work, which he was actually quite good at. He still refused to wear a suit. He had actually a sweater with the word 'SUIT' printed across the front which he wore to official meetings.

"Okay, first of all, you have to promise me to listen till the end. Promise?"

Alec raised one eyebrow and tried to fight down the urge to flee the diner again. Jace looked at him with his hands raised defensively and like he wanted to make him join a new sect.

"Did you finally get one of your one-night-stands pregnant?", Alec wanted to know with a steady voice while leaning back in his chair. Jace blinked and then made a face of pure disbelief.

"Wha-? No!"

"Okay, I promise to listen till the end, but first I want coffee."

Jace nodded and Alec waved at the waitress. She took his order and disappeared again. The minutes till she returned with the filled cup, passed in heavy silence that made Alec grew wary again as he watched Jace kneading his hands and intently watching the people outside through the window of the diner.

"Here you go."

The waitress placed the cup in front of Alec and he thanked her while he placed his hands around the cup. He lifted the cup to his lips to take a first -

"Okay, you will get assigned to a new case today and they'll offer you to work with a partner - this new girl - and I want you to accept her - as your partner, I mean."

Alec stopped in the middle of his movements and stared at Jace. Was that a pleading tone he could make out in his voice? Was that even possible? A pleading Jace? Did he wake up in the right space-time-continuum? But - wait, WHAT?

"Partner?!" Alec almost chocked on his own saliva. "My partner?"

Jace nodded, his eyes never leaving the face of his friend. Alec placed the cup back down on the table, maybe with a bit too much force. A bit of coffee spilled over.

"No, Jace! I don't work with a partner!"

"She is a really nice girl, Alec."

"She could be the Dalai Lama and I'd still say no!"

Jace rolled his eyes at Alec's stubborn recline and Alec felt the tiniest sting of a guilty conscience, but he had made up his mind for this part of his career. He had a list of priorities hanging on his bedroom wall. The first thing on there was 'Be with the one that makes you happy'. In second place there stood 'Never ever working with a partner.' and that was it. Alec knew he wasn't a social butterfly and he knew that his way of doing his work was looked down on by the most of his colleagues. He was the rotten apple of the department, but he was simply to damn good at his job to be fired and he was also the one who got assigned to the cases nobody wanted to work on ... and he mostly solved them or at least brought the culprit down, one way or another. This brought some benefits with it (one of them being not to be forced wearing a suit) and the other one was that his way of working wasn't questioned as strictly as it maybe should be done. They left him alone with the rules and guidelines as long as he was successful.

"Please, Alec, do me a favor and say yes. You could polish your social skills while working with her", Jace suggest hopefully. Alec glared at him and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Why is this so important to you, anyway? It's not like you'll be involved in this, is it?", he wanted to know.

"No, but I like her - and she's good at her job, really promising, and she will be a great help on that new case."

Alec sighed heavily. Right, he mentioned a new case.

"What kind of case is it that I'd need her unbelievable talent?", he quipped, but Jace's serious face made him regret the sarcasm right away. There seemed to be more to it than normally.

"They plan on assigning you to the Warlock-Thefts."

Alec took another gulp of his coffee while he let Jace's words sink in. He had actually wondered when he 'd get assigned to that one because no other agent seemed to get anywhere with the investigations on that one. They were a group of three people; one woman, two men, as far as the police knew. There had been several break-ins during the last months and every time the thieves had gotten into and out of completely sealed off rooms. Like they were using magic, which made Alec roll his eyes whenever it was mentioned among his colleagues because if one looked close enough there was always a missing spare key or a bribed servant in the house; there was no such thing as magic. In secret Alec was actually fascinated by these thefts and he had been dreaming - with enough alcohol in his system even praying - to be assigned to those. But now that it really was about to happen ...

"What happened to Starkweather? Wasn't he assigned to it?"

Jace simply shrugged. "Tripped and fell - so what about it, Alec? Will you try it?"

"There is no trying, Jace, if I say 'yes' now I'll have to drag her through the whole thing."

"She won't be a hindrance to you, I promise."

Alec shoved the thoughts of work and thieves and annoying partners aside for a moment. His gaze lingered on Jace and he placed his chin on his right hand while looking his best friend over very closely.

"Spit it out, Jace, what is it with this girl? And what will happen if I say 'no'."

Jace met his gaze squarely.

"She'll become the partner of Morgenstern."

Now the things started making sense. Sebastian Morgenstern was another agent on the theft-department and Jace hated his guts; not necessary to mention that Sebastian wasn't Jace's greatest fan either. And if that 'girl' was so very important to Jace as it seemed to be, he'd rather change departments than let it happen any other way. Alec took a deep breath. Jace was his best friend and there were still a few things he owed him for. He pursed his lips and took another sip of his coffee.

"I'll give it a try", Alec mumbled against the rim of his cup. Jace was about to jump from his chair and hug Alec like there was no tomorrow, but right at this moment Alec's phone went off. He accepted the call, listened for a few seconds and then grinned lazily at Jace who looked at him inquiring.

"A partner? No kidding ... and a new case? What a surprise."

The light of the computer was the only thing that broke the darkness of the room. It sent scary shadows across Catarina's face as she looked through the different files she had just downloaded. Suddenly a quiet 'ping' made her aware of a new email. She opened it, read the short message and let out a whistle.

"Hey, Magnus", she called out towards the bathroom. "You might want to see this."

The door of the bathroom opened and a young man with a tall and slender frame emerged. The shadows of the room wandered across the tanned skin of his bare chest as he made his way over to the mattress Catarina was sitting on. His black hair was down, still damp from the shower, and a blue towel covered his shoulders.

"What is it?", he asked disinterested and with a hint of fatigue in his voice. It had been a long day.

Catarina moved a bit so he got a better look at the screen of her laptop. There was the picture of a young man visible. He had black, disheveled hair and blue eyes that glared at the camera when the picture had been taken ... or at Magnus right now.

"They assigned a new agent to our case", Catarina explained. Magnus raised one eyebrow.

"Wow, they have gotten fast - we just got rid of that Starkweather-guy", he mumbled while his eyes were still fixed on the picture of the black-haired man.

"His name is Alexander Lightwood."

Magnus nodded absent-mindedly and took a bottle of water from the nightstand next to the makeshift bed. "Well, let's see what he is made of."

With that he opened the bottle and downed almost half of it at once. He loved long, hot showers, but they dried him out terribly. Catarina looked at him with a raised eyebrow of her own.

"That's all?", she asked, "Blue eyes and black hair and you are not already swooning?"

Magnus frowned at her. "So?", he challenged, "just because I have a type doesn't mean that I'm head over heels for everybody with the right coloring."

She still fixed him with an inquiring look. Magnus rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yes, he is cute, okay? But if I have learned something from that ... incident with Camille then that good looks don't really help with a bad personality."

Catarina nodded slowly and then simply shrugged. She went back to looking through her other files as well as she'd start a background check on the new agent later on. Magnus on the other hand was relieved that she had let him off the hook. He strode over towards the one big window in the room looking at the silhouette of the New York skyline. A little smile appeared on his lips as he drummed a simple melody against the plastic bottle with his fingers. Blue sparks dancing between his fingertips.

Alec, hm?

This could be fun.

So, what do you think? Should I go on? Should I stop? Please don't flame, I'm self-concious about this story already.
Sry for Jace being kinda OOC. Please review! :)

Bye FreakyPumpkin