Hey guys, this is one of my first fanfics, I have an old account but I changed emails and got a new one, I only have I fanfic on there though. I hope you enjoy this fanfic. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the mortal instruments characters but the story line is mine.

Sorry about earlier with it being in code hopefully that has been fixed.

Jace POV.

"Dude, do you know how late you are, I've been falling asleep on my feet. You were supposed to get here an hour ago." Jon complains.

"I've said sorry a million times, just suck it up and get lost," I retort. Eventually giving in, Jon grabs his bag and slumps out of the room not before poking his young out and giving me the finger, classic Jon I think rolling my eyes.

Adjusting my tie which I still think is a pointless item of clothing to wear seeing as I'm a bank guard, what are we gonna do strangle someone with a tie,we have guns? But then again it's not like people ever even try to steal anything at least not in my four years of working here.

Stretched out on one of the chair located in the control room my eyes barley open and peering at the many screens each one dark, fuzzy and well... empty, like always; I sigh, i really wish I had a better job, one that actually involved doing something active but I need the money for my widowed mum and don't have a university degree which is probably because I dropped out of school. I never really had a thing for academics, people would say I was gifted and I always topped my class but there was something about no being able to get up and run or fight or anything that got on my nerves.

A cough sounds from behind me and I spin around checking the clock, 4:24; shit I must of fallen asleep. Standing in the doorway is a women her body covered in black; leather jacket, tight pants that did wonders for the imagination and thigh high black heeled hand grasping a big black bag, but I barley notice that, all I'm noticing is her blood red hair, her startling green eyes and her lips; soft, plump and smirking at me. I quickly shake my head clearing my thoughts at then look back at her. "You know I really should of come here earlier, I had no idea it would be so easy the should really find new security guards the ones they have either sleep on the job or don't know how to use a gun." She states spinning the black bag in front of her like a whip before taking off down the hall, it's only then I realize what just happened. Leaping out of my chair I sprint down the hall following the light sound of footsteps, "Dammit, I'm going to lose my job," I shout but there's no reply, not that I was expecting one. How in all of heaven and hell does she run that fast in heels?" The cool breeze hits me as I come to a stop at the doors of the bank, flung open, the girl lost to the city; taken by the wind.

The alarms ring through the busy New York streets not long after, I still stand at the door staring into the bustling and oblivious city streets.

I now stand with the other non passed out guards watching as police officers and detectives asses the damage and look for anything that could help them find the culprit. 78 million dollars stolen and 67 million dollars worth of gold. And paramedics rush around tending to the wounded guards. They still haven't noticed me or any of the other staff, but I know someone has, Valentine Morgenstern my boss storms toward me drawing the head of officers and detectives alike, he has a way of doing that becoming the only thing in the room. "Mr Herondale! Why has this happened, we haven't had a robbery in the past 9 years and now more than half gone, GONE! You were in the control room right, you were responsible, I don't hire people to slack on the job, I don't pay people to let other people take my money, that's why after tonight I don't ever want to see your face again!" He screams

"Sir, I-"

"OUT!"

"Excuse me, Mr Morgenstern?" a young police officer asks

"What," Mr Morgenstern shoots back turning his deadly glare to the young man.

"I need to ask this boy a few questions," he says

"Fine, I don't even want to see here," Mr Morgenstern scoffs walking over to his next victim. The officer offers me a smile but instead of returning it I glare at the wall and say, "I'm not a boy, I'm 25 years old," leading the way outside to a waiting police car, other guards getting in the other police cars most likely going to get questioned themselves.

We arrive at the police station half an hour later and the officer shows me inside to a small interrogation room smiling at the receptionist as he passes. "I'm Simon," the officer tells me

"Jace,"

"The reason we brought you here is because we to ask you about what happened, and because of the possibility that you were responsible for the robbery or helping with it."

I don't reply.

"Did you see the culprit?" Simon asks

I nod, "what did they look like? We're there more than one? What were they wearing? Did you see how tall they were?

"It was a girl she looked quite young, hair as red as fire and emerald eyes, I don't know if was only her or not but she was the only one I saw, she was wearing black and looked around 5'2," I reply. Simon nods scribbling away in a small black notebook. "Did she say anything to you?"

"Yeah,"

"What did she say?"

"She said and I quote,You know I really should of come here earlier, I had no idea it would be so easy the should really find new security guards the ones they have either sleep on the job or don't know how to use a gun."

"Now is your chance to own up that you did it without a fight." Simon says

"I wasn't involved in the robbery sir,"

"We can't be sure, on your records is shows that you dropped out of school at the end of year 10 with multiple friends and are now looking after your widowed mother who you would not need to look after if your father was alive because he had lots of money that disappeared when he died, it is a risk that you were involved to help your family,"

"How dare you involve my family in this, I WAS NOT INVOLVED!" I yell glaring at him

"Well that's will be all for today, thank you for your cooperation, I just need to take your mobile number so that if we make any progress we can contact you." I nod and without taking my eyes off his write my number on a scrap of paper on the side of the desk sliding it across to him, then I get up and leave the room and retracing my steps back to the front door, the receptionist give me what she must think is a seductive smirk and I wink back, but I can't get the image of fire and emeralds out of my head.