Four-Piece Suit

Hi and welcome to "Four-Piece Suit"! This was just an idea I had and I haven't seen this kind of setting done a lot (although I can kind of see why—it's hard!) So I hope you can bear with me. I hope you enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments as well as their characters. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is being made. I also do not own the cover image.

Chapter 1

If anyone entered this room, a kitchen to be specific, or actually even just looked at the house, could tell that the people living there are rich. Really rich.

Absolutely fucking rich.

A four-story building with massive windows, gold covering its corners and the paint a clean, smooth beige. At the bottom lies a marble staircase leading to the main entrance door which is, of course, made of high quality furnished wood. A driveway was placed in front of the entrance and surrounding it was gardens filled with flowers, from sunflowers to roses to blue orchids, an arrangement of exploding color that's easy on the eyes.

Entering the house shows you several rooms, a grand staircase, a bunch of statues, and basically with all of this you could tell the people living here were very rich. Sickeningly rich, even.

But not a lot of people would expect a dead body, a boy kneeling beside it, and blood covering his palms and dripping in between his fingers.

Alec Lightwood has dreamt of a lot of things. One of them was to get straight As. One of them was to graduate with honors. One of them was to succeed the corporate family business.

One of them was definitely not to end up in handcuffs.

Sirens wailed as cars surrounded the house, the flowers in the garden haphazardly stepped on as police, detectives, and medical staff walked around and in and out of the house like ants. Photographers surrounded the gates and walls of the building and newscasters from different networks joined in as well. Several conversations took place, radio static joining in, creating white noise that could've maybe pulled off for a cafe, if not for the dead body being carried out.

Soon after the body came Alec in handcuffs, two policemen by either of his side. His head throbbed and his eyes became unfocused as he stumbled across the driveway, his ears cancelling out the chaos. All he remembered was a scream and the sound of wheels screeching outside the house, and then suddenly being carried away. He looked up and saw two blurry figures run up to him, one black and the other gold. Alec was definitely thinking that the angel and the devil coming for his judgement right now was a possibility.

"Alec! Alec, oh my god, you're okay. What happened?" The black figure spoke first and the female voice sounded panic but still came out like velvet, its hands coming up to cup either side of his face, and its eyes scanning his own.

"I-Izzy?" Alec was able to mumble as he kept refocusing his eyes on the two figures. He felt dizzy and he had a noticeable amount of fatigue, as if adrenaline rushed through his body and, in an exhale, left all at once, taking his soul out of him too.

"Dude, what-" The blond figure, Jace, Alec was able to recognize, said with a confused, but with fear laced beneath it, voice. Alec's vision was starting to clear a little, and he caught Jace's eyes trail down to his handcuffed wrists and his bloody hands. Jace's eyes widened. "Your hands-"

"Sorry to cut you, but I'll need to have him in the office asap." A figure interrupted Jace as he stood behind the two and nodded his head toward Alec. The man was a little old, in his 30s perhaps, and had a casual suit on, black dress pants, and a white long sleeved polo but no tie and no blazer, with a gun attached to his belt. By this, the three could tell the guy was with the police.

"What's going to happen to my brother?" Isabelle slowly let go of Alec's face and asked with a worried look, putting her hands at her sides and clenching her clothes.

"Well, we'll find out once we get him talking. You'll be interviewed as well, just wait for things to settle down."

"Will he be fine?" Jace asked but kept his eyes on Alec's hands. Alec froze and looked at the man. The detective followed Jace's gaze and went silent for a bit.

"We'll see." Alec gulped. "Anyways, if you'll excuse us," The detective motioned his head towards a police car and the guards followed, almost carrying Alec. Alec looked back to Isabelle's face, which contorted in worry and confusion and sadness, and Jace's head faced in another direction, his hand gripping Isabelle's arm as if he was trying to hold her, or maybe himself, back.

Alec and the policemen reached the car, one of them opened the door as the other pushed Alec inside. The car's engine started and the mobile began to move. His vision cleared and he sat there in shock but knowing all too well as he stared at his hands, covered in blood that was beginning to dry up.

Hours ago, Alec killed his father.

"So we received a call from the Lightwood Residence saying that there was a dead body in the kitchen. When police arrived, they saw you, Alexander Lightwood, kneeling beside it. Care to explain?"

Alec was in a dark and grey room, its only residents, aside from him and the person, a metal table and a chair with duct tape taped around one of its legs as if it broke from someone throwing it. Alec thought it was completely likely.

The woman talking was standing across Alec, both of her hands splayed on the table. She was in somewhat the same uniform as the detective early on, if not had more of a complete uniform, having a blazer and a loose tie around her neck. She looked around the same age, some wrinkles already staining her face and creating shadows. Brown hair, green eyes.

Silence filled the room before Alec realized she asked a question for him the answer.

"Um, well," Alec didn't know how to respond. He didn't really think about the consequences before he killed his father, and he didn't think about whether he wanted to admit to his crime. It would obviously be better to not, but something at the back of his mind...

"So here's the thing," The woman sighed and removed her hands from the table. "We can't exactly say that you murdered Robert Lightwood. You were beside the body, your hands covered in blood, and a knife was found near the scene. Can't really tell whether you were the one who put it in the body or pulled it out.

"The maid who called 911 said she just saw you beside the body, none of the other workers who were in the house and were at the perimeter saw what happened, and your siblings weren't present either. There were no witnesses and, it seems like, no alibi. Unless you have a statement to counter that you didn't kill Robert Lightwood and we don't find any more evidence, I think it's safe to say that you were the one who did it, right?"

Alec sat there and didn't say a word. He can't say he did it, but what is there to do? He has no witnesses, no alibi, and he can't exactly do anything unless he comes up with an elaborate lie, one with no holes and as tough as a rock, which is kind of impossible for him to do.

The woman stared at Alec for a bit before sighing again and running her hand in her hair.

"We'll try to find more evidence in case there's any and we'll get back to you and your family. For now, I guess you'll have to find a way to get out of this position you're in right now, which seems to be highly unlikely." The woman started to walk towards the door.

Alec continued to sit as thousands of things were running in his mind. He knew he was screwed; he didn't have anything to save him. The more thinking he was doing, the more he was running out of options. He needed to act fast.

"Hey Bane!" Magnus turned around before he could turn the corner as he saw a figure with light green dyed hair running towards him.

"Hey Fell, what's up?" Magnus leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

"Overheard the guards talking. We might be having a new inmate coming in next week."

"Oh really?" Magnus smirked. The only reason Ragnor ever tells Magnus about new inmates is when he's heard something good.

"Yep. Guy's young, about 20. In here for murder." Magnus whistled low and uncrossed his arms. He knew Ragnor wasn't done just yet.

"Not only that, but he's a Lightwood." Magnus almost choked on air. The Lightwoods are notorious, from owning successful industrial companies to high class hotels, they aren't the type of people to mess with.

"A fucking Lightwood? Holy shit!" Magnus stopped for a bit. "But doesn't he have enough money to bail himself out?"

"Well, they aren't sure he's coming here for real, but that's the thing. A rich guy like him could cover something like this in a snap. The guards wouldn't even talk about him, much less know about the damn crime. But there it was, a conversation saying there's a possibility he's coming." Ragnor looked at Magnus as he furrowed his brows. Someone with enough wealth to buy the entire New York is coming to prison for murder. Shouldn't escape be easy?

"Well, we'll find out by next week." Magnus breathed out as his face smoothed out and a slow grin made its way. "But if he does come here, seems like things are about to get interesting."

A/N: End of chapter one! You got to see Alec and a bit of Magnus, but that doesn't mean they'll meet in the next chapter. Or will they?

I would appreciate it if you could drop a review on this first chapter since I'm really testing this out with the whole AU and all. Thanks for reading and I hope to see you in the next chapter!