Undercover Lovers Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments series.

Jace POV

"FREEZE! NYPD! We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!" I screamed into the abandoned warehouse to warn the occupants. The team and I had been casing the place for weeks and had finally gotten all the evidence we needed to take down the drug smuggling ring that was being run out of it. It may have only been a small dent in the overall operation but it felt much more than that, it was an accomplishment for us all.

Alec Lightwood, my partner, was beside me and I signalled for us to enter the building. All of the officers and multiple members of the S.W.A.T. team rushed the building and detained everything in the building, down to the last gram of the powdered substances that were in there. It was a huge haul and it would definitely take a while for the head honchos behind this all to fill the gap in the market left from removing these scumbags from the supply chain.

Alec and I returned to the station to begin interrogating the crooks we had caught during the bust. We started off with the little guys, the ones that hadn't been the game that long, the expendable ones. They were the ones that weren't as dedicated to the cause and were more likely to turn over the information for a reduced sentence. I looked through the list of detainees and saw a guy that only had a couple of petty thefts and one charge for drug possession and went with him. I entered the room, Alec in tow, and could immediately tell he was our best shot. He was nervously bouncing his legs, his eyes were darting around the room like he was too overwhelmed to focus on one thing and sweat was collecting on his forehead in beads.

I grabbed the back of the chair closest, span it around, straddled it, and faced the man currently cuffed to the table. I looked up at Alec and he just rolled his eyes, taking a seat. He knew how this was going to pan out. I would do all the talking, seem like the friendly one that was just trying to do the guy a favour and Alec would be the quiet brooding one in the corner. Like good cop, bad cop but I would be doing all the talking.

"Let's just get this straight Mr..." I glanced at the bold name printed at the top of the paper. "Cortelli. this isn't going to end well for you really. The higher-ups are just going to pin it all on you and the rest of the people at your level and you'll end up as their scapegoats." I said shuffling the papers in my hand, trying to look official. That wasn't entirely a lie. This wasn't going to end well for him if he didn't cooperate with us. At that news, Cortelli began to squirm and I could tell he was weighing up his options so I continued. "You could either let that happen and just spend the next 15-25 years in prison or you could help us. Tell us anything and everything you know about where these drugs were coming from, where they were going and who was behind it."

I had him cornered and he knew I did so he made the best choice and began to talk.

"I don't know much because I'm just a driver but I'll tell you what I do know if it can get me a reduced sentence. I ain't got a clue where the drugs were coming from, all I know is where and who they went to." Cortelli spluttered. He was beginning to talk faster as he carried on like if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to tell me any more. "Once a week at the same time on a Thursday night, I would drive the package to Renwick's bar and drop it around back. I knew that it was going to The Circle."

I tensed as I heard the name of the gang I feared the most even though I was expecting to hear it. They had been ruling the streets of New York for generations and there were no stopping them. My father, an officer like me, had attempted to take them down 20 years ago and had paid the price. He was caught in a shootout with the boss, Valentine, and was defending his partner Robert Lightwood when he took a bullet to the stomach and bled out before he could be saved. Valentine escaped and Robert has been chasing him ever since. He worked his way through the ranks and eventually became captain. When my mother had heard about my father's death, it crippled her. She tried to find solace in the bottom of a bottle and died trying. Robert and his wife Maryse took me in when I was 5 and here I am now. Alec, his sister Izzy and I became lifelong friends. We all knew that the police force was the line of duty that we needed to go into and we joined Robert in his hunt. We'd been following many leads and one of the leads us to the warehouse that we had brought down today.

"That's all I know, I swear. Go check out Renwick's if you don't believe me. It's full of Valentine's minions. " I thought over his statement for a moment then realised he was right. I looked to Alec and he gave me a look that I could instantly interpret. It meant: It's risky but maybe it's worth a shot, you'll have to clear it with the Captain first though.

"Thank you for your cooperation. It will be taking into consideration when you are taken to trial." I said tersely and walked out of the room before he could respond. I let out a sigh and made my way back to my desk in the bullpen and sat down. Alec sat down next to me and looked at me, waiting for me to talk to him. I sighed and then ran my hands through my hair.

"Look's like we're going to a bar Alec."

Clary POV

I walked into the main headquarters for my father's 'organisation' with confidence that was only obtained through years of practice. The name's Clarissa 'Clary' Fray, I'm 25 and the youngest 3rd in command that I knew of and I knew a lot when it came to the underworld. My father is Valentine Morgenstern and he is the head of illicit activity in the Tri-State area. Today was the day that we usually went over the month's plans and discussed any changes that were being brought forward. See, I was involved in The Circle, a gang that run everything from drug smuggling to human trafficking to money laundering, but it wasn't for the reasons you may think.

I was born to Jocelyn Fairchild and Valentine Morgenstern and was raised for the first few years of my life around thugs and thieves. However, when I reached 7, my mother decided enough was enough and in the middle of the night, we fled to her friend Luke's house with only the clothes on our backs. My mother changed our last names to Fray and we lived in secrecy for many years until one day, just as I had turned 12, she was killed. Luke told me she'd been involved in a car accident and had died quickly. That wasn't the case. During researching a project when I was a senior in high school, I found an old article in the newspaper of a woman that had been killed in a brutal attack that exactly fit the description of my mother and matched the time of her death. I knew from that moment that everything I had ever been told about my mother's death had been a lie. I begged Luke to tell me everything and he did. That was when I became obsessed with finding my mother's murder and bringing the killer to justice.

That brings us to the present day. My investigations had lead me straight back to my father and I had lied to him and told him that I wanted to get back in touch with him because I missed him and needed my father in my life. I had managed to worm my way up the ladder and gained his trust enough to be in charge of many things. I was just biding my time, collecting information, until I had enough to go to the police with my findings.

"Ah, Clarissa, so nice of you to join us today." My father said sarcastically, visibly annoyed at my lateness. Sebastian, his 2nd in command, however, looked very happy to see me. Every time I walked into a room, he was undressing me with his eyes and today I thought I could almost see drool. He was downright creepy but I couldn't hit him in the face without screwing up my chances and possibly ending my life.

"I'm extremely sorry father, I was just gathering intel from an informant about a bust that went down in a warehouse that we usually use as part of our packaging department. We lost around $750,000 in cocaine and $250,000 in various other things. It'll take quite a while to rebuild that chain again." I said, knowing full well that my father wouldn't really care.

"Oh Clarissa, I don't care about that. That's mere pocket change for me!" said Valentine. This caused all the men around the main table to cackle with false, forced laughter.

I took my seat at the table, facing Sebastian and facing my father and immediately felt Sebastian's leg slide up my outstretched one. I looked at him, frowning, and he just winked at me. I recoiled and slid my chair back slightly, wanting to be as far away from his as possible. My father then began talking about revenue and various other things that I wasn't really interesting and at this point, I realised that if I listened to their plans, I would most certainly throw up out of disgust. After the meeting was over, I was attempting to leave when Sebastian's outstretched arms blocked my exit, pinning me to a nearby wall.

I sighed. "Please get out of my way Seb, I have things that I need to be doing," I said, futilely. He began kissing the side of my neck and running his hands up and down my waist.

"Oh come on Clare-bear! You old man won't notice if we're gone for a short while. I only want to have a little fun with you for once."

Thankfully, my father shouted me and I ducked underneath Sebastian's arms and practically ran to my father, something I never thought I'd be doing.

My father put his hand on my shoulder and he looked me straight in the eye. He had blonde hair that was slicked back and his eyes were pools of darkness. What made him even more intimidating was that he towered over me, however, that wasn't particularly hard. I had a mass of bushy red hair that added a fraction of an inch to my 5'2'' stature. From looking at me and Valentine, you would not know that we were related because I was the spitting image of my mother.

"Clarissa, I am giving you a very important job for the following week. I recently have a bit of a predicament with my bodyguard and consequently, he is no longer under my employment. I am entrusting you with the task of finding me a new one before the week is out. Have I made myself clear?" announced Valentine. He then marched straight into his office.

Great. I'm now his personal secretary too.

A/N: If you've gotten this far then thank you so, so much. This is my first fic so I'm hoping you really enjoyed it. Please review honestly, I would love any suggestions or criticism. Until next time!