S.T.D.U.K

Okay, first off, THIS FANFIC WASN'T JUST WRITTEN BY ME! My friend helped like so much, she basically came up with the idea, wrote some and helped me place characters and all that, I kind of just wrote some of it? So I really hope everyone likes this and in case you didn't realise (if you dat dumb) I don't own the mortal instruments/infernal devices/anything else mentioned that I shouldn't own. I hope you enjoy!

ALSO (THIS IS A NOTE FROM MY FRIEND: WE'RE ENGLISH SO DON'T GO JUDGING US FOR OUR "MISTAKES")

Rain fell from the sky. Muck-filed gutters and potholes swelled and overflowed, a few solitary figures hurried from doorway to doorway, hoods pulled up over their heads: more to conceal their faces than to shelter from the cold. Jace walked with a packet pressed uncomfortably against the left side of his ribs underneath his jacket, its contents worth hundreds of pounds or immediate arrest. He darted up the steps of a building slightly less dirty than the others surrounding it and came to a halt and waited before a heavy black door. He cautiously pulled back the hood of his black jacket. His distinctive golden hair almost seemed to glow in his gloomy surroundings. After being let in by the threatening looking man by the door, Jace strode down the dank and dusty hallway. Peeling floral wallpaper, carpets that may once have been white but were now closer to black; he'd seen better places. He reached a beaten up looking door at the end of the corridor. Grasping the scratched brass handle, he twisted it and walked into the room. There, at the head of a gleaming oak table sat his father, Valentine, and a few other members of the circle. Some he knew, Maryse and Robert Lightwood, and Jia Penhallow; yet there were another half a dozen sitting round the table that he didn't. He wasn't surprised. Only his father knew all the members of The Circle, because when you're the leader of the most infamous drug circle in Europe, you don't exactly show your cards to everyone.

The coffee scalded Clary's lips so she set it down on the low table that sat between her and her fellow department members; Simon Lewis and Tessa Grey. The three colleagues were sat in the Costa coffee in Old Street, discussing a drug circle conspiracy. There wasn't really much to discuss; they had no idea where it was based, who was in it or any facts about it whatsoever. The only had vague rumours and legends, though they all knew that Valentine Morgenstern was the leader. The only thing that was stopping them from walking up to his doorstep and arresting him was the small issue of having no reliable evidence.

"He could be hiring through blackmail," Simon suggested, his lanky frame bent ridiculously into the tiny yellow armchair he was perched in.

"How can we prove it though?" Tessa countered, frowning into her cup of green tea. She looked up, "We can hardly just pop down to the dodgy part of London and ask someone who looks shifty if they've been blackmailed!"

"No… they wouldn't answer to us," Clary murmured, stirring her coffee idly with a flimsy stick that places like this seemed to think were very useful. "But what if it wasn't us? What if we went undercover to the dodgy part of London? You know, befriend a few of the locals, gain their trust and see if we can stumble across a member of the circle?"

"That's so stupid," Tessa and Simon said in unison.

"Stupid enough that it might actually work?"

Simon smiled wickedly and Tessa sighed, though even she was fighting back a grin.

"Magnus probably would agree,"

It was now 2:35, about an hour had passed since Clary had had her revelation in the coffee shop. They'd rushed back to their work building on City Road and were sitting in Magnus Bane's office on the 7th floor. Magnus Bane, though many things, was probably the worst boss ever hired to direct an assortment of MI5 trained detectives.

"So let me get this straight," The man clothed in an obnoxious purple, sequined suit said, a slight smile playing across his face. "You lot, want to catch the leader of the most notorious drug circle in Europe by dressing up in costumes and wandering around in London HOPING to wander into crime? You, the employees of the single ladies department, who can barely do a day of work without having hour coffee break, want to go undercover possibly for months on end." By the end of his little rant he had stood up and his fingertips were pressed into the desk the smile wiped clean off of his face.

"Pretty much," Clary said uncertainly, while Simon cursed their department nickname silently beside her "But without costumes, if we become faces that people know, after a while they might tell us where we can get drugs or who to get them from. From there, all we need to do is work our way up, snagging some evidence here, arresting a person there and we can prove that Valentine Morgenstern is the head of The Circle."

"The Circle?" Simon said uncertainly "Is that the best they can come up with?"

"That's the only question you have about this?" Tessa moaned quietly.

"It's a rubbish name…" he mumbled.

"So that's the best plan you've got" Magnus said, in a rare moment of seriousness.

"Come on it's us you're talking about." Clary looked determinedly at her boss. "You know that that's the best we can come up with."

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