A.N. Hey, I'm back… Sort of. I'm really sorry I've been mad busy and juggling five A-Levels, It's all been a little mad really. Would Love to know what you think of this first chapter of a new story. Let me know if this is something you'd like me to continue. As always, follow and review. Thank you for reading. Mwah!

Disclaimer - I don't anything but the plot, all quotes throughout this story belong to their rightful owners and of course all characters belong to the marvellousCassandra Clare.

Summary - 'Some say they'll go down together, they'll bury them side by side, to few it'll be greif, to the law a relief but for Clary and Jace death is the end of the ride.'

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Simon's lips crushed against hers in a strong but short kiss; his hand found her elbow tugging her closer he rested his cheek against her whispering his love for her almost silently. His voice was more of a breath of warmth mingling into the warm body filled room. The sweaty bodies moving with the music left them lost in the crowd.

She rested her hand gently on Simon's arm letting him lead her as he weaved through the crowds. He pulled her body flush against his her front pressed into his back. His grip around her tightened and his finger found the silver ring on her forth twisting it so the jewel faced down, scratching against her skin. Simon had been the one that suggested they go to the club after hearing about it from Maureen she lived two houses down from Simon and had her quite the crush on him before their engagement. Not that Clary had ever really minded for he was to be her husband and she his wife. The engagement had come as a shock but still a pleasant surprise considering what could have been.

Simon's grip held strong as Clary made an attempt to see past him though he was only average height she didn't pass his shoulders and couldn't see past him. It was as though he were hiding what he was seeing from her or was hiding her from it, either option raised suspicion in the redhead's mind.

"Your Father is going to kill me," his voice wavered through gritted teeth, his eye catching with a dark haired club goer.

"If any of us make it out that is," she could barely hear past a whisper in the loud club all noise drowned out and blended into one.

Her confusion grew, her father had given her permission to out with Simon, hell he'd practically pushed her out of the house.

A scream buzzed through Clary's ears she felt Simon's hand being pulled from her arm, burning her skin. She looked up seeing a tall dark haired man with icy blue eyes pushing people out of the way. She could tell he was paying no mind to who was around but all his efforts and all his thoughts fixed on the Golden man that was clearly in control he stood still his eyes fluttering across the room not locking anything for more than a second.

His body stood strong but so completely relaxed his face bearing no true emotion. His skin was a beautiful gold a little out of place in these parts of town, he was almost glowing. His jaw was hardly set as though it could slice your skin at the touch but how she craved to do so anyway. His hair blonde hair yet another rare sight was curling at his forehead, he tugged his fingers through it gently without a care in the man seemed to be demanding attention while ignoring it completely, he seemed lost in thought while utterly focused.

Panicked screams started again barely audible over the music like a drowning man struggling to float, a playful look filled his features as his eyes danced across the crowd.

Something was happening she could tell, something was wrong from the screams to Simon's hard grip on her. It all revolved around him the golden man with the smug smirk, like everything in the world was going his way. She saw the dark haired man push past some more dancers before sending a small nod to his who shook his head with a light chuckle his eyes skimming the dance floor again.

Simon was clearly seeing this too, "Whatever happens Clary I want you to stay behind me and if you lose me then run back to your father."

She muttered a small "Okay" before diverting her eyes back to the two men. She wasn't really sure what was happening, whether it be a robbery, a takeover maybe they were on a killing spree. She squeezed her eyes shut, her thoughts pouring fear into her brain.

The whole room suddenly seemed lighter whether it was her brain focusing or the adrenaline wearing off she wasn't sure but she suddenly seemed more aware, her skin colder, goose bumps and hairs rising. She could feel Simon's body tense and almost hear his heart thudding against his chest.

One shot that's all it took to silence the room. To take the breath from her lungs, to make it impossible to hold back the choked gasp in her throat. Forcing her eyes shut she waited for the cries but all she heard was scared whimpers. No one was hurt not with the fist shot, whatever it was they were doing it was casual, they were giving them an out an easy option, no one gets hurt kind of thing.

Her eyes searches the crowd looking around Simon's back the leader of the group was stood a triumphant smirk dancing on his lips, with his arm in the air gun pointed up.

"We don't much, we're not after millions. Just enough to get by, you understand that don't you?" His voice was rough but melted into velvet with each word, he pulled all eyes to him, he didn't have to raise his voice the whole club was clinging onto his every word as though their lives depended on this, maybe they did.

"We've got a quiet crowd tonight, do I have to put on a show? Come on we're just here for a good time. Just like you." The man was now twirling the weapon in his hands so casually without a worry in the world. Only now when she was pushed silently from behind did she really realise what was happening, the leader's friends were collecting, well stealing from the crowd, un-clipping necklaces and watches as they went. The dark haired girl twirled around a wad of money in hand twirling it through the air, sending a small wink to the man who held everyone's attention.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him. It was like looking at her mother's artwork as child, being completely lost and infatuated by it trying to understand every brush stroke; trying to take it all in but it all being too much, too intense.

Simon's grip loosed before slipping his hand down and entwining his fingers with hers. His cold was touch but his palms sweaty yet still held the same calming effect.

A shout erupted in the crowd her body stiffening at the sound. She could see the golden man clearly caught up in some sort of fight, he clearly had the upper hand. She suddenly felt a desperate need to protect him not that he really needed it, it was as though she were attached to him. She knew she shouldn't, that it was wrong to want to protect those that are a threat to you. It wasn't a thought that ran through her brain, it was a impulse a desperate need.

The gun sounded again this time a lot closer her ears ringing from the sound. Simon was trying to tell her something but her brain felt so muddled. A high pitched scream dragged her back into reality like cold water. Turning her head her eyes found his, they shone like gold hiding n amber darkness. His lips quirked into a small smirk, unsure why, she found herself sending a small smile back like a nervous school girl.

The gun still being twirled in his hands still smoking made everyone he moved past flinch backward while still keeping the eyes fixed on his moving figure. He tilted his head toward her, the dark haired girl shooting him a smirk while the other man shook his head lifting his left hand pointing to his fourth finger. He gritted his teeth while running his hands through is golden locks before plastering a small smirk across his lips and continuing forward. He stopped barely a few feet from her his, pointing at the man he'd recently shot sat clutching his leg.

"Anyone else tries anything you'll end up a hell of a lot worse than this." His words were blunt and calmly spoken but his tone was forceful and showed the candour in his words.

He stepped forward quickly, gun still in hand. Her body froze as he grabbed her hand pulling her away from Simon's grasp who let out a cry of protest that was soon muted by the the gun pointed at me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me tightly pulling my back against his chest.

"I'm taking this one with me."

She let him pull her backward with him as his followers followed behind, feeling strangely safer now, her eyes roamed to the gun she couldn't see him using it on her though as his finger wasn't even placed by the trigger. He pulled her backwards out of the club through a small fire exit leading into a small alley, she prayed that Simon wouldn't be stupid enough to follow them out.

Once the door was closed the dark haired pair moved up the alley. Her mind was clearer now with the fresh air, was he really going to take her with them, why wasn't she fighting backed her up against a bricked wall the cold sending chills down her spine. He kept her trapped there between him and the wall, dropping his head before lifting it up again locking his eyes with hers.

"Don't worry Red, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. I just need a story for them to tell, it'll make the next job easier. The more scared they are the quicker they hand it over."

She whispered a small "okay" in response wanting to look down but being unable to move her eyes from his.

He moved to let her go but her words pulled him back, as shaky as they were.

"Why?"

"I already told, I thought I could see some intelligence in those green meadows you call eyes, I must've been mistaken,"

"No, I mean why do you do this surely there's another way for you to make a living."

"With my past there's no chance of me getting into heaven so I may as well have a little fun, get my name known in hell.

His lips were dangerously close to hers, just within reach. Before she could process another thought his nose was touching hers, asking for permission.

"May I?" All thoughts of guilt dissipated when she felt his breath on her lips. She nodded slowly.

He pulled her closer crashing his mouth down on hers, he tasted not at all s she would've imagined she couldn't taste a trace of tabaco just the bittersweet taste of whiskey. Her hands ran through his hair to the nape of his neck tugging him closer as his tongue traced her lips begging for entrance which she eagerly granted, tugging on his curls.

She had no idea how long she'd been their lost in his arms. The honk of a car horn pulling them apart, he let those who turned out to be Alec and Izzy that he'd be a minute. He pulled her close for one last kiss.

"I won't ask your name nor you mine, there is no need for us to think of the other where there is a slim possibility of us ever meeting again, but I shall hope we do."

He slipped away as quickly as he had entered, leaving her brain fired and burning with guilt as their car sped away.

She found her way back to the front of the club where people where people were making their way out. She found Simon talking to two police officers, most likely about her. She made her way toward him as soon as he saw her he pulled her into his arms squeezing tighter than he had before. The guilt was rising in her throat causing her to choke on her words.

"Oh my Clary, are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?" The police officers were obviously a little uninterested, hanging back not asking any questions.

"No, no I'm fine. He didn't do anything, just wanted a story for people to tell, scare the media and all."

A few more minutes of reassuring him they were in the back of a taxi, he held her tight not taking his eyes off her for a second. While he placed kisses to her hairline she stared out the window, wondering where he could possibly be hiding, where would be next? Closing her eyes as an attempt to forget she nuzzled her head further into Simon's chest letting the exhaustion take over. He didn't need to know tonight, if not tonight would he really ever.