Hey guys! Okay, I know that I haven't updated in a really long time. But, here's the deal. I rewrote the first couple chapters, and I finished writing the entire story! I participated in the 2016 Nanowrimo camp, in which I used this story. It's not perfect, by any means, but I feel very good about this story. I have enjoyed writing this story, and I am excited to share it with you.

I register for school tomorrow, so I will be a bit busy, but since this story is finished, I will be able to post regularly.

I am also attempting to write my own novel.

Anyways, reread this chapter and the next couple because I have changed some things about it. Not any major changes, but still, just read it.

I hope you love this story as much as I do, and tell me what you think!

Thanks!

~Jace loves me

Prologue

"Sir? You wanted to see me?" I asked nervously, sticking my head inside my boss's office.

"Ah, yes, have a seat please." He motioned toward his chairs.

As I sat down, he began talking. "Officer Fray, I have a case I'd like you to look at. It seems right up your alley," he mentions as he slides a folder across his desk. I pick the folder up, and wait for my instructions.

"You will be going undercover, starting today. I want you to pack up your desk, and take anything that you think will be of use with you. You will not be returning here for a while," Mr. Bane, my boss, says.

Mr. Bane or Magnus as I call him outside of work, and I have known each other for years. We met when we were very, very young, and he's been a good friend to me. Magnus and I met when we were thirteen. He was new at school and him and I just took a liking to each other. Magnus is what you would call out there.

During work hours, he wore a suit, with his hair combed neatly back, and a professional look upon his face. Outside of work, though, you would never think he was the Chief of Police. When we went out to clubs and such, he was always the sparkliest man in the room, wearing outrageous outfits like sequined pants or glittered shirts. He covered himself in glitter, sprinkling it on his face and in his uncombed hair.

Magnus was also gay. But nobody ever said anything about it to him. He demanded respect, regardless of his sexuality.

Magnus excused me from his office. I walked back to my desk with the manila folder in my hand. I shuffled through the things on my desk, grabbing the few things I thought I'd need. I logged out of my computer and shut it down, and locked the top drawer of my desk. I wave to Magnus on my way out, and hail a taxi once outside.

As the taxi pulled to a stop in front of my apartment, I threw a twenty to the cab driver and hopped out. I made my way inside, pulling my keys out of my bag, which was hanging limply by my side. I shuffled inside kicking my shoes off, and sitting down on my couch. I pulled the folder out of my bag, and flipped the cover open.

As I took in the small picture that was attached to the top of the file, I gasped and brought a hand up to cover my mouth. This couldn't be true. It couldn't be him. Staring back at me was Jace Lightwood.

"Magnus! I can't take this case!" I cried into the phone.

"Clare, I gave you this case because I believe you're the only one who could handle it like I want it to be handled," Magnus said calmly.

"No, Magnus. I can't do it. After what he did, I can't," I said sternly.

"Clare bear, I know this is hard for you. It's hard for me too. When I told Alec-," he broke off, his voice breaking, as he mentioned his lover's name.

I imagined Alec, breaking down into tears. Alec had always wanted to protect Jace. Jace had always been a troubled kid. His mom had passed away when he was twelve, and his father gave him away, pawned him off to another family. Jace loved his father very much, and Jace's father never really returned the affection.

"I know, but Magnus, what if he leaves me just like he did last time? You know I'm going to get attached to him. You know this. You know that I'm going to get emotionally involved, and he's just going to break me like last time. Why are you allowing me to get hurt again? Why are you putting me in this position?" I said, suddenly angry.

"Clare, you know that everyone of our friends will be here for you if that happens. Plus, you got through that once, and you were much younger then. You've grown. You're emotionally stronger.

"And I'm putting you in this position because I believe that you're the only one that will be able to understand this case on a personal level. Nobody else knows him like you do. Every single cop in this department, hell, in this city, would simply drag him to the station. That's not what you're doing to do."

"Then what am I going to do, Magnus?" I asked helplessly.

"You're going to try to see the best in him, Clary. That's what you've always done," he said gently.

I shook my head in confusion, but before I could ask him what he meant, he began speaking again. "Just look at the file, Clary. You start tonight. Be at Pandemonium by eleven." And with that, he hung up, the dull monotonous tone repeating in my ears.

Slowly, I brought my phone down from my ear and laid it down on the couch. For a while, I just sat there. Not doing anything in particular; just staring at the cream colored walls of my apartment, and watching the fly buzzing from nooks and crannies.

A bazillion thoughts were racing through my head at that moment in time, but none of them seemed real.

Jace and I met when we were thirteen. The Lightwoods adopted him when he was fourteen. His father abandoned him. His mother died. Everyone, except the children, maybe, knew that he was bound to have some problems. Everyone expected him to need counseling. Somehow, though, he convinced them he was sane enough to deal with the crap hand he was dealt.

He'd taken a liking to Alec, but he was always mean to me and I'd never understood why. One day, Alec, and my best friend Isabelle, hadn't been at school. I always walked home with them, and honestly, I was afraid to walk home alone. It was Manhattan for god's sake! Jace had been at school, and since he was going to the house next door to mine, I asked him if he could walk home with me. He'd agreed, and about halfway through the walk, it started dumping rain on us.

We ran to the park, which was a small thing nearby, and settled ourselves onto the benches underneath the pavilion. And it might've been the timing or it might've been the rain, but he opened up to me. Not in the way he did to his foster family, but he told me everything. He screamed and he shouted and he cried, and when he calmed down, I opened my arms, and he walked into them, sniffling slightly.

From that point forward, we'd been great friends. We opened up to each other about everything. And we'd always gotten along. Then, he left.

Shaking myself from my memories, I opened the folder and assessed his case. He was suspected of associating with a well known drug cartel in the police force. Many agencies had already tried to track them down, but they were never able to. I knew this. I also knew that if Jace was working with them and if he opened up to me as he did when we were children, I was a direct link to shutting them down and my name, my station, would be praised by many.

Not that this fact was really all that important to me. To others, my thoughts would seem insane, but had they been in my spot, and known him, they would understand. I hoped to god that Jace wasn't involved in this though. I didn't know whether or not I'd be able to turn him in if he was involved.