Hi! So this is my first multi-chapter Malec fic. The idea was suggested to me by my friend, Brittany and she asked me to write it for her. I would like to point out that they are all normal humans in this story. I advanced the ages a bit:
Alec-23
Magnus-25
Isabelle-21
Jace-21 (not in this story yet, but he will be)

I'll mention the ages of other characters as I bring them into the story.

Italics are people's thoughts.

Warnings: violence, language, eventual boyxboy

Disclaimer: I don't own Mortal Instruments, Cassie Clare does. If I owned it, do you really think that there would still be this little amount of Malec scenes?

(Isabelle POV)

It was a dark night, one of those nights where you can't see more than a couple feet ahead of you, at around one A.M., and I was on my way home from a party when everything went wrong. I could sense his presence long before I could hear him coming up behind me. I started to turn around to face my possible attacker, but before I could, a slender but seemingly strong hand clamped over my mouth cutting off the scream that tried to escape my lips and another hand grabbed me tightly around the waist from behind, preventing me from getting away from my captor and also from being able to see him as he took me into what I assumed was some sort of dark alleyway.

"Shh, quiet. I won't hurt you. Shh." His young sounding voice would've been very soothing in any other situation, but now the calm, soft edge to it just scared me even more. He sounded like he was around my age, maybe a little older so I tried to turn to get a look at my mysterious captor to see if I knew him, but he slipped something over my eyes, a blindfold, blocking off my already limited sight completely. Of course, I wouldn't go down easy; Isabelle Lightwood does not go down without a fight. I elbowed him sharply in the ribs and when he let go of me to clutch his side, I ran. Running blindfolded doesn't exactly work very well though, and I was soon tripping and falling painfully to the ground. Before I could get up properly on my own, he was there dragging me roughly to my feet with a much less gentle grip on my arm.

"Don't try that again. You will regret it, understand?" Malice had replaced the gentleness in his voice so, scared, I just mumbled a yes. "Good. Now come with me." He sounded sweet again, but I wasn't falling for it. When I just stood there, unmoving, his quick temper flared. "Move!" The edgy hatred was back in his young voice and he gave me a rough shove forwards. I stumbled forward blindly until he pushed me roughly into the backseat of a car. I collapsed onto the worn leather in defeat. The car started up and began to move away. I assumed that my kidnapper was the one driving. He hadn't tied my arms, so I blindly dug out my phone. I used the little bit of vision I had if I looked down under the blindfold to open up a text message. It simply read 'I've been kidnapped. He's dangerous. Know that I love you.' I clicked on my older brother, Alec's, name quickly and hit the send button. It was more important to me for my brother to know how much I love him than for me to call 911, but I would probably be risking angering my captor if I did call and got caught. I'm more concerned about Alec than about myself. I love my brother more than anything and it's important that he knows that. After all, I should've seen this coming. It was only a matter of time before someone tried something like this. Putting my phone away before my captor could see it as he glanced in the rearview mirror, I was left to wonder just exactly who I had pissed off this time. I tended to make people angry. I didn't recognize the voice this time, but he seemed to have quite the temper and I quickly realized, I could really be in great danger.

My name is Isabelle Lightwood, age 21, and I need help, soon. My life may depend on it.

(Alec POV)

I was sleeping when I heard the ding ring out from my phone that signaled the arrival of a text message. I groaned and clicked on the lamp on my side table before picking up my phone, seeing that I had just gotten a text from Isabelle. Doesn't she know that not everyone stays up 'til 2 AM partying every night? I groaned and sat up on the edge of my bed to read the message. As soon as I read it, I dropped my phone in shock.

'I've been kidnapped. He's dangerous. Know that I love you,' it read. I couldn't even move for what must've been a couple minutes before I was pulling out my cell phone and dialing a familiar number.

"Hello?" came the woman's voice from the phone.

"Mom? Isabelle's in danger. She needs help, fast."

"What happened? Where is my baby girl? Who took her? Alec, tell me!" Maryse Lightwood, my mother, had arrived only a few long minutes after getting my phone call and we were now standing outside in my driveway where I had rushed out to meet her as she pulled in.

"Mom, I told you, I don't know anything other than that she was kidnapped and the man seemed dangerous. That's all her text said."

"Are you sure?" I gave an impatient nod. And she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down a bit. "Ok, let's go to the police then."

We quickly got into her car with me driving as she was too distressed and probably couldn't be trusted to drive safely at the moment. Actually, I wasn't in a much better state, but I was usually better at keeping my calm than her and we had no time to wait around for a cab to come get us. Who knew how long that could take and we need to get to the police as soon as possible.

We drove the whole way to the police station in complete silence, both of us going over in our heads who it could've been. Who did Isabelle make mad? It really could've been anyone. She makes people mad all of the time as she can be very rude when someone makes her angry. Even so, no one has ever gone so far as to kidnap her before. They've said a few nasty words and made a few empty threats, but never anything this severe. She must've really made someone mad. But maybe she didn't make them mad. She is pretty and if this is some guy kidnapping her, who knows what they may possibly want? It makes me sick to think about that possibility too much. Though, if this is the case, she might not even know the man, which will make it all the harder to find him, whoever he is.

Pulling into a parking spot outside the police station, we got out of the car and hurried inside. A man wearing a pale blue button down shirt and navy blue pants was standing at a counter reading some papers. He was wearing the badge that showed he was a cop on his chest. He looked up at us as we entered the station. He had a scraggly beard that hadn't been shaved for a while and was watching us with small beady eyes that were a bit too close together. His nose seemed too big for his face and his hair was starting to replace the natural dark brown color with gray at the roots. He looked strong and muscular, like he could easily snap someone's bone like it was nothing more than a small twig. He had a very strict no nonsense look on his face as he looked us up and down, taking in our obvious distress.

"Can I help you?" He said in a deep, gravelly voice that suited his appearance well. He seemed annoyed at us. Must be a rough day at work, but I had bigger problems than his bad day. I had to be the one to respond to him since it didn't seem like my mom would be getting any words out of her mouth any time soon.

"Um, yeah, we'd like to report a kidnapping." He actually looked slightly interested in what we had to say now, as if he hasn't had anything exciting enough for him recently. He pulled out a notebook and a pen and started to write down what we said.

"Who was kidnapped?" He asked.

"My sister, Isabelle Lightwood." He wrote that down.

"How long has she been gone?"

"Not long. Maybe an hour." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"You do know that we have to wait for 24 hours before we can file a missing persons report, right?" He was looking at me like I was some sort of idiot who had just panicked when his sister was in the shower or something.

"Yes, I know, but she's not missing, she was kidnapped," I explained. I couldn't keep the annoyance and impatience out of my voice and he seemed to notice when he gave me a dirty look.

"Do you know for sure that she was kidnapped?" I nodded impatiently. I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

"Yes, I'm sure. She sent me this text." I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my ratty jeans and opened up the text Isabelle had sent me. I handed over the phone and his eyebrows raised again as he read it.

"This is all the evidence you have?" He sounded disappointed in me for not being able to give him more of a lead, but I nodded anyway.

"Yes, that's all. Is there anything you can do, any way you can find her?" He seemed to think about this for a second then nodded and started to write on a new page of his notebook.

"This is the name of our best detective. If anyone can figure this case out, he can. He isn't available today, but we can arrange for you to meet up with him by tomorrow," he said as he ripped the slip of paper out and handed it over to me. "Could I have your phone number so we could reach you?" I nodded and wrote it down for him with the pen he offered to me. "We will have someone contact you with the time and place of your meeting with our detective tomorrow. You'll get a call as soon as we set up the meeting."

"Thank you for all your help, sir." Even if you weren't very nice about it. I grabbed my mother's arm, she seemed rooted to the spot as if it was just hitting her that Isabelle was really kidnapped, and gently pulled her out of the police station, not bothering to look at the paper the officer had given me yet. It was only when we got into the car that I looked down to read the messy writing on the small slip of paper. I could barely make it out, but it only said five words and the number of the police station.

'Lead detective - Mr. Magnus Bane'

Ok, so that's it. Sorry for kidnapping Isabelle! Please don't hurt me!

Please tell me if you like it or not, because if no one likes it, I probably won't continue it past chapter 2, which I have already started to plan and write.

This story will probably alternate mostly between Isabelle and Alec's POV, but I don't know yet. I might do Magnus POV later on. I have no idea how long this will be yet, but as long as I still have ideas and people keep reading, it'll continue.

Also, if you have any suggestions, criticisms, or any way I could improve my writing, please don't hesitate to tell me! I would love to know

Review please! Reviews bring Malec love!

-Chloe