ClaryPOV

I sit in my chair wondering what it would be like to run my fingers through his hair. It's probably as soft as it looks, I think. Then I remember who I'm thinking about and have to pinch myself to focus on Director Herondale once again. You are here for a mission. Not for your own little petty feelings, I remind myself again.

Let me catch you up on my 'latest dramatic encounter'. I woke up at 4:30 this morning; don't ask me why, for I shall not explain my abnormal sleeping pattern, and went for my normal jog, because to get an ass as fine as mine you have to exercise. When I got back from running it was about 5:30 so I took a shower to make me smell good for the first day at my new school. When I'm done showering, I put on a black shirt, black skinnies, combat boots, and you can't forget the necessary leather jacket. Then I put on very little makeup, since I don't like putting things on display that aren't for sale, and put my hair into a pony tail. After that excruciatingly, long process I head downstairs to get food and tell my brother to hurry his ass up so that we won't be late. I start eating when all of a sudden I am being squeezed to death by my big bro, Jonathan.

"Jon get off!" I practically whine.

"Can't I just give my sister a hug to make her day shine that much brighter? Tell me, aren't I the highlight of the morn my dear sister? ," he squeezes me even tighter with each word.

"More like 'brings more darkness to the pit of despair'", I said while prying him off of me.

"You're no fun," he grabs a granola bar and his bag and sits down at the counter while I finish my food. "Are you ready to willingly go to hell or we could just stay home?" he asks hopefully.

"Sorry, not gonna happen. We promised mom that we would finish high school and that is exactly what we are gonna be doing." I gather my bag and my helmet off of the table and then we start walking outside towards our bikes.

"Since when do you stay at school?" my brother asks in a mocking tone.

"Since never." He gives me a puzzled look. I sigh, "I never said anything about staying at school. Just until me meet the warden, maybe go to the first class, then BAM. We're free birds for the rest of the day."

He devilishly smiles at me and I mimic him. "I knew my little badass was still there. For a second there you had me scared you were gonna start helping old people cross streets and do your homework." He wipes his forehead like he'd been sweeting. "Now, let's go show New York what the Morgensterns are all about!" he woops and then swings himself onto the bike and drives off. I smirk at his wild antics and drive off after him.

Time jump

When we arrive at the school, people stare and point at us. I mean, I would too if two people dressed in all black, on Ducati's, came to my school at 8:00 in the morning. We park in the very front and jump off our bikes. I take my helmet off and take my hair out of its pony tail and give my vibrant red lock a shake before getting my bag and walking with Jon into the school. When we enter Jon puts a protective arm around my shoulders and guides us to the front office, oblivious of the stares.

We enter the office just as I see the most beautiful girl walk through the door. She has long, silky black hair that reaches her waste and is in a very expensive outfit that practically screams 'I'm rich'. She stops for a moment to stare at Jon and I, then holds out a perfectly manicured hand towards us.

"Hi, I'm Izzy. You must be the newbies. I'm on the welcoming committee, so I'll show you guys around and stuff." We both shake her hand and then her dark brown eyes flicker over to the left where a boy with equally as black hair and blue eyes stands next to the sparkliest man I have ever seen. She says, "I'll go get my brother to help you guys while you get your schedules." Then she flounces of to the duet, and Jon and I enter the office.

After we collect our schedules, we meet up with Izzy who then introduces us to Alec and Magnus. Then she shows us our lockers and leads us to our first class. We requested the same schedules because we are in the same grade although I skipped a grade since I'm a year younger that Jon. As we enter the classroom Izzy tells us to wait at the front until the teacher comes. When the bell rings a man that has white hair streaked with grey comes through the door. He eyes us suspiciously, as though we were going to set him on fire, and then tells us to introduce ourselves.

"Hi. I'm Jon and this is Clary." Jon says then death glares the old man, who informs us that his name is Mr. Starkweather, as if to dare him to make him talk any further. We then take our seats in the back of the room. We pick a table by the window so that I can draw and Jon can use his phone. Jon searches Mr. Starkweather and tells me that his name is 'Hodge' because he knows that I will use it to my advantage. I pull out my sketch book and start drawing a portrait of Jon until said Jon pokes me under the desk with his pencil. I look up and everyone is staring at me and Hodge is practically murdering me with his glare. He clears his throat and walks back to my desk and picks up my drawing.

"Well what do we have here?" he asks in a mocking tone.

Me being me couldn't hold in the comeback, "It is obviously a giraffe!" I say with a completely straight face. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jon snicker to himself because he has probably been waiting until I would show up the old man all morning.

Hodge goes red with anger and says, "Miss Clarissa," I narrow my eyes at him, "I will not tolerate drawing pictures of your boyfriend in my history classroom. You-," I cut him off, trying not to laugh. Jon looks about ready to piss himself trying to hold in his laughter.

"First of all Hodge," I sneer his name, "it's Clary. Second of all, my man, Jon, over here is my brother. You would know that if you actually read our file like you are required to. Third of all, everyone here is aware that this is a history classroom. I mean, you made sure to write it in big boy words on the board." I say, my tone implying that he is a five year old. Jon can't hold it any longer and burst into laughter with the rest of the class while Hodge slams my sketchbook down on the desk and goes back up to the front of the room. He looks like he is about to start lecturing us, when the door opens and the hottest guy I have ever seen struts through the door.

He has golden hair, golden eyes, and golden skin. He is practically the epitome of an angel. Unlike Jon with his fair hair and dark eyes, he is warm looking, almost enchanting with his peculiar gold eyes. I don't realize I'm staring until he smirks, an arrogant smirk, at me and winks. Winks! Damn, and he was hot too. Arrogance is a huge turn off for me. I don't know how many times I have had to beat the shit out of someone for thinking that they are god's gift to the world and can get any girl they want. I remind them that they aren't. It will be a pity to do that to this one because he would be wonderful to draw. Hodge looks over at him and seems to get even angrier than I got him. You got mad skills bro.

"And just what do you think you're doing interrupting my class Mr. Herondale?"Hodge looks like he is gonna have an aneurism. This'll be fun to watch, thinks my morbid inner self.

"Well you see Hodge," that bastard! He stole my nickname! "thier were some very fine specimen down in the ol' janitors closet that needed their mouths inspected. I was just helping the majority of society by making sure they weren't sick, y'know in case it could be contagious. I was just giving them their daily dose of amazing." He says with a perverted smirk that says 'I think you know what I mean wink wink', then goes to finish it with a wink; just to get his point across. Like I said, bastard!

"Just go sit down Mr. Herondale." Hodge snaps.

He walks to the back of the class and sits down right in front of me. Kill me now, I think. I look over at Jon to see that he was thoroughly amused by the last two conversations. He high fives me under the table, then turns back to the front of the class. Blondie looks at me over his shoulder and sends a sly wink my way. I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. He returns the gesture before turning around too.

Time Jump

Finally class was over so I grab my stuff and head to my locker with Jon. When we get to our lockers, Blondie is standing right next to my locker surrounded by a small crowd of people. I recognize Izzy, Alec, and Magnus there along with the crowd. Jon and I put our stuff in our lockers and try to escape the social gathering we know awaits if Izzy sees us, so we walk all the way on the other side of the hallway. When we are almost to the door we hear,

"Clary! Jon!" I turn around and see the group move down the hallway led by none other than Izzy.

"Where are you guys going? Class starts in like ten minutes!" she asks. Jon and I look at each other before holding up our fingers over our mouths. We twist our middle and pointer fingers together and press it horizontally against our mouths as a sign to 'keep quiet'. I look over at Izzy and pull out my pack of cigarettes. Her eyes widen so much that I have to pinch my wrist to keep from laughing. Jon and i don't actually smoke. We just do when we are stressed or to make people more scared of us.

"We were just gonna go get a quick smoke before next period." I say hoping that she'll buy it. I feel Jon's silent laughter from beside me and I elbow him slightly telling him not to blow my cover. She recovers quickly and says,

"Cool…Um…Well…s-see you guys later then?" she sputters out in a question.

"Probably not." I wink at her, then grab Jon's arm and drag him through the front door. We run towards our bikes, then head out to Taki's. When we enter, the aroma of all day breakfast foods just about make me drool. Jon and I find a booth and order two huge stacks of pancakes and chocolate milkshakes. Even though I just ate about an hour and a half ago, I'm starving.

"So… I guess you just couldn't resist, could you?" Jon asks me after we get our food.

"Nope. Did you see his face though, he looked like a tomato!" I say.

"I just can't believe he let himself walk right into that one."

"Yeah. So, what do you think of Izzy?" I change the subject.

"She's… very… outgoing." He hesitantly answers.

"Or she just had too much caffeine." I snort. Jon chuckles.

"Are we due in for assignment yet, or are the new agents still not ready for relocation?" Jon asks completely serious again.

"Well, Director Lightwood said that they already live in the area. Apparently after him and his wife split, he got max, but she got the older two. This happened years ago, so he said that he probably wouldn't recognize them if he saw them on the street. We are to report to the New York headquarters as soon as 'school gets out', so probably around 3 or 4:00. He wants us to meet our new director, and our new partners. I already called Simon, so he'll just meet us there. Apparently, Director Lightwood's kids are new to the agency, but their third partner has been doing this for as long as we have. Oh! And he said to gear up before going to headquarters. We are going out for a trial assignment to see 'if we are compatible to fulfil the mission'." I finish with a deep, mocking voice. Jon chuckles before regaining his serious composure.

"Cool. We should probably finish up then, 'cause I was thinking that we could use some practice time before we meet the newbies and the other not-so-newbie." Jon exclaims, grabbing his wallet and laying out a twenty on our table. I nod in agreement. We walk back to our bikes and head home.

When we get home we go up to our rooms to change. I put on a black t-shirt, black sweatpants, and tie my hair up. When I'm done changing, I head down to the basement and meet Jon in the training room. We start off by throwing knives into targets, then, we spar for about two hours. At around 1:00 we decide to get ready so I head upstairs again. I walk into my in-suite, and take off my sweaty work-out clothes. I jump in the shower just as the water starts to steam up the bathroom. When I'm in the shower, I notice the scar on my ribcage, and the images start coming back.

Flashback

The tears are hot on my cold skin. I scream for him to let her go. Jon is still holding me back, trying to keep me out of his line of fire. He slams her to the ground one last time, and I see her go limp. I see the blood pooling around her vibrant red hair. I see her look to me and Jon, she mouths three words. Three words that I will never get to hear her say again. 'I love you'. Then I see the life drain out of her once emerald green eyes, turning them to a dull color that whispers of sorrow. I go numb. I can't do anything but scream. Jon is still holding me back, the chains around his wrists preventing him from going to our mother. He is screaming too. I see him smile maliciously and then he starts to walk towards me and Jon. I struggle against the chains on my wrists, needing to make him suffer. I need to make him pay for what he has just done to our mother. All of a sudden, I see Jon curl up into a ball, trying to make himself tinier than his ten-year-old self already is. I hear him cry out in pain as he brings his foot back to kick him again. I hear him laugh psychotically as he's hurting the only person left that I care about in the world. After one more kick to Jon's abdomen, I've had enough.

"STOP!" I scream .I see him stop, then turn to me with a murderous smirk plastered on his face.

"What. Did. You. Say." He barks at me. I see Jon whimper in his fetal position. I'll do anything to keep this maniac's attention off of Jon.

"I said stop." I say in a firm voice, and though I want to cower under the glare he sends my way, I sit tall. He walks up to me and reaches his hand back to pull out the knife in his pocket. I cower away as he brings it towards my chest.

End of flashback

I'm startled out of my thoughts by the water turning cold. I get out of the shower and get dressed in my black vinal gear. It is made out of a black t-shirt; that has nero-magnetic strips on it, to help keep me warm, and has in a built in tracker because if you are taken hostage, they will probably take you jacket, black skinny jeans; that have pockets all over the place on them to hold my weapons, a leather jacket; that also has hidden compartments for weapons in it, and combat boots; that have hidden knives in the heel and toe of the boots. Once I'm done dressing, I head to the weapons room in the basement to get geared up. I walk down the stairs to the basement and head down the right hallway towards the training room, but turn left right before and head in the weapons room. Jon and I are kind of obsessed with knives. We have a full wall of knives from Russian throwing knives, to Japanese uji swords. On the right wall there are loads of guns from the basic pistol to snipers. I grab my sharp-shooter, two pistols with extra clips, about 20 or so throwing knives, and my Iphone. Our iphones are specially designed to have trackers and communication systems in them, so we don't have to be wired in order for headquarters to see where we are at on our missions. Jon looks over at me and silently asks if I'm ready. I nod, so we leave.

Time Jump

When we arrive at headquarters, I note that it looks like an abandoned church. It has a huge sign above it that says 'The Institute'. Jon and I walk up to the front and show the camera our badges. The massive doors open silently and we walk in to witness a knife flying straight at us. My hand flies out to catch it before it can do Jon any harm, and then I turn to see Izzy gaping at us with Alec running from behind her, who slams into said Izzy while looking at Jon and I with wide eyes. Jon's eyes go wide for a second before regaining his cool composure. I on the other hand, am fuming with the knife in my hand, while glaring daggers at the two gaping teenagers in front of us. My look says 'explain why my brother could have gotten hurt and why you are here or you will die a painful death'. Alec seems to recover first.

"w-what are you two doing here?" he demands.

"I think that the better question is why was this knife hurtling towards the door." I retort. Jon places a hand on my arm.

"I think what clary means to say is that we are most likely here for the same reason as you two." Jon says. Ever the charmer, I mentally roll my eyes.

"You guys are the 'experienced agents' that are going to be working on the new mission with us?" Izzy asks incredulously.

"It appears so." I respond lightly, the knife incident forgotten. Jon and I make our way further into the building. It appears to be themed like a castle, from the elegant chandeliers, to the huge man made rugs. Just as Alec appears to be saying something, a voice over the intercom picks up.

"Agents assigned to the 3:00 appointment, please report to Director Herondale's office. Immediately." With a sigh, we follow Izzy and Alec, who are talking animatedly in hushed whispers, to 'Director Herondale's' office. When we get there, I am even more surprised to see a woman and a man talking at a large oak desk. The man has blonde hair, a strong jawline, and brown eyes. The woman on the other hand looks all too familiar. I can't believe I didn't see it earlier. The kind blue eyes, straight black hair, it's like a female version of max. Him and Alec could practically be twins if max wasn't 9. The woman looks up first, and greets us with a kind smile. She sticks out her hand toward me and Jon.

"Hello, I'm Maryse. You must be the Morgensterns." She says in a kind motherly voice that warms my heart just a tad. "This is Director Herondale." She points to the blonde man.

"Hi. I'm Clary and this is Jon." I say with a polite smile on my face. Then the door opens again, and Simon comes through the door with Blondie of all people. I guess I should've known. Maybe I'll finally get to know his name, my inner teenage girl thinks.

"Sorry I'm late." Simon apologizes.

"That's alright dear." Maryse says with another kind smile, before scowling at Blondie who, I just now noticed, is on his phone. "Jace! Turn that off right now. Your new partners are here." She chastises. He immediately shuts it off and turns to face us all, surprise evident on his face when his eyes meet mine. He quickly recovers though and says with a smirk,

"Hi, I'm Jace." He finishes with a wink that makes me melt on the inside, but on the outside, I'm just giving him an amused smirk. Jon snickers quietly when Izzy slaps him upside the head.

"You're an asshole. I can't believe you ditched all day after lunch. We had to call our mom, and it was so embarrassing." Noticing Maryse's cold stare, she just gives her an apologetic look before continuing her rant. "I mean, you have got to be the only person who ditches that school, especially after what happened last time." She finishes. Jace just smirks at her.

"I'm not the only one who ditched today. Two other culprits are in this very room. And besides, at least I stayed until lunch," he points a thumb in our direction. "I could've left after 1st period like these two juveniles." He ends with an impish grin in our direction, while we just grin back. Izzy looks over to me and Jon like we have personally offended her grandmother or something. Maryse, noticing the start of a verbal war, says,

"Why don't you all take a seat so that we can get started." We comply. Director Herodale, who had stayed silent throughout this whole conversation, sits behind the large desk, sending a proud smirk in Jace's direction. Now that I have time to think about it, they look almost exactly alike. Of course, I think. He's the directors' son.

"Well. Shall we begin?" Director Herondale asks.