A/N: Yes it is here! I finished this chapter so I decided to put it up now instead of waiting until February. And wow so many of you are on board with this story I am shocked! I thank everyone who followed, favorite, or reviewed.

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Song for this chapter: "Wig in a Box"- Hedwig and the Angry Inch (I don't know; I forgot I was doing this).

Disclaimer: Still Cassie's

Chapter 2: Hedwig's Car Wash and a Bar Fight
Alec stood there gaping in confusion. Magnus gave him a knowing look. "First time meeting a drag queen? If I'd known that I wouldn't have kissed you like I did. Normally I try to avoid newcomers, but you were irresistible." He placed the wig on a dummy head and stepped behind a Chinese folding screen to finish undressing. "Why don't you sit down?"
Alec waded through the shoes scattered on the floor and over to the chair that was in front of the vanity. "That explains the goldfish."
"You mean Goldie and Jaws? They are eye catchers." Magnus threw some clothes over the screen. There was a pause and two small splashes could be heard.
"And thank you for apologizing for the kissing," added Alec.
"Oh I'm not sorry I did. I was just saying I might have waited a bit longer if I knew you'd never been exposed to this before. Just be thankful I didn't car wash you a la Hedwig."
Alec cocked his head in confusion. "What does an owl have to do with this?"
A tsk could be heard from behind the screen. "You really haven't been exposed to all of this." Magnus came out from behind the folding screen in a silk kimono. He pulled another chair towards the vanity, and close to Alec, and sat down. "Did you at least enjoy the show?"
"I...uh...wasn't really paying attention. My sister and best friend were arguing so I didn't notice until you showed up," explained Alec a bit sheepishly.
Magnus smiled and pulled out a package of makeup wipes from a top hat. "Perfectly fine. I get the feeling you didn't get much of a choice in coming here."
Alec sighed and leaned farther back in his chair. "That seems to be a problem with my sister."
Magnus leaned closer to the mirror as he continued to wipe off his makeup. "Why does your sister want to meet with me?"
"Oh she said she was working with you. For fashion. She said you told her to come back here," explained Alec.
"You mean Isabelle Lightwood? Why didn't you say so? And here I thought she was a fan. Well by her response I'd say she's a fan of my other work," said Magnus with a beaming smile.
"How does that work? Fashion designer by day; drag queen by night?"
Magnus disposed of the makeup ridden wipes and started pulling the bobby pins that kept the wig cap in place off. "This," he gestured to the dressing room, "is a hobby. A really expensive hobby. Whatever I'm making out there all goes to outfits, wigs, shoes and makeup. And it barely covers it and sometimes it doesn't. Excusez moi, I'll be right back." Magnus ducked behind the screen again, throwing the kimono over the side as he went.
"How long have you been doing this," asked Alec as he tried to look anywhere that wasn't Magnus's silhouette.
Magnus sighed and the ruffling of clothes could be heard. "I started somewhere around my sophomore year of college." His voice became muffled leaving Alec to assume he was putting on a shirt. "It's been quite a bit of fun." He came back out in skinny jeans and a tight tee shirt and he gave Alec a cocky smile. "Feel honored, not everyone gets to see me without makeup." He strutted back over to the vanity and pulled out a small cosmetic bag and snatched a tube of liquid eyeliner. "Did your sister get lost?"
"I don't know. She said she had to pay for a drink and Jace, my friend, said he was going to get one."
Magnus sighed and applied the eyeliner with a well practiced hand. "If I need to leave before she gets back here will you take a message to her instead? I still would love to chat with her before we actually start work." He kept his eyes closed and blindly felt around for a tube of lip gloss. His hands found it and he spread the clear gloss on with ease.
Alec was entranced by his abilities. "Of course, it's the least I could do."
There was a crashing sound followed by some loud shouting. Magnus smacked his lips together and opened his eyes. "You better go out there." He pulled a card from his pocket and slipped it into Alec's. "I hope to see you around."
Alec left Magnus's dressing room and went back into the main section of the club where chaos was ensuing with Isabelle leading it.
She was currently smacking a man with her clutch and was screaming at him. Jace was trying to pull her back as well as the bartender. "What the hell is going on," yelled Alec.
Isabelle stopped attacking the man and glared at Alec. "This pig decided he wanted a piece of these." She gestured to her breasts.
Alec sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you know what is good for you leave."
"What," said the man.
"Leave before she decides to start again," warned Alec.
The man looked between Isabelle, who was giving him a death glare, and Jace, who was cracking his knuckles, and ran out the door. Alec grabbed both of their arms and started to drag them to the door. "Alec! What about Magnus?"
"I'm sorry," yelled Alec behind his back and he used his foot to open the door and he dragged them out. They walked for a block before Alec let them go.
"What the hell was that for Alec," shouted Isabelle.
"You can't go about making scenes like that. One day someone is going to report you to the police and I am not going to be the one to bail you out of jail."
"I'm just defending myself."
Alec sighed again. "I know Izzy, but apply some common sense."
Jace rubbed his wrist. "Why did you have to drag me. I didn't do anything."
"Exactly. We all know the warning signs if Isabelle is going to get pissed. You could have at least tried some preventive actions."
"Hey, did you find Magnus backstage," asked Isabelle brightly.
"Uh, yeah. You know that last performer. That was him. He gave me his number to give to you." Alec fumbled around in his pocket and gave it to Isabelle.
Isabelle took it with a smirk on her face.
"What," asked Alec.
She pulled out her phone and entered the number quickly before handing the card back to Alec. "I get the feeling he might want you to have this back."
He shoved it back towards Isabelle. "No, he can't have."
She shoved the card in Alec's pocket. "Just take it."
"Fine Isabelle, but that doesn't mean I'll call him."
Isabelle smiled. "We'll see."
-o-O-o-
"This is good Lightwood," started Hodge.
"Thank you," replied Alec.
Hodge leaned back in his chair and put his hands together in thought. "I know you normally don't write articles, but I was wondering if you would like to do a long term project. Just to see how you handle it."
"What exactly would I be doing?"
"I'd let you pick the subject and then you can research it, follow it, whatever you need to do. You have good quality in the work you do and I want to see to take it to the next level."
"How long would it last?"
"As long as you need."
Alec sat and pondered for a moment. "When do you need to know the subject?"
"Preferably by the end of this week."
"I'll do it."
Hodge's face lit up. "Good. I want you to give this your all Lightwood."
Alec stood up to leave. "I will, don't worry."
-o-O-o-
"I can't think of anything for this assignment. Maybe I shouldn't have taken it." Alec buried his face into one of Isabelle's many a throw pillow and groaned.
"What about that Fray girl from your last article? You could always go back and talk to her and the others she works with about the program," suggested Isabelle. She held up a little black dress. "To much?"
Alec looked up and shrugged his shoulders. "Izzy, I don't do fashion. I am going to be no help whatsoever."
She sighed and threw it back into her closet. "I want the perfect look for when I meet him. Something that says serious business, but isn't too serious. I could never pull that off without looking like Mom." She shuddered and went back into her closet on the hunt.
Alec flipped himself over to face the ceiling. He draped his long legs over the long back of the chaise lounge. "Have you even contacted him yet?"
Isabelle stuck her head out. "Noooo..."
Alec sat up to stare at his sister. "Really? You need too."
"Well it's only been thirteen hours since we 'met' him. And I may or not be a tad nervous."
Alec snorted in disbelief. "Really, you Isabelle Lightwood are nervous? When have you ever been nervous?"
"Once for that second grade play. Which is the only reason the theatre lost this talented actress." She began to rifle through her dresser looking in search for inspiration.
Alec watched her as scarves flew, blouses were appraised and skirts came under the strictest scrutiny. He watched as she held a pair of cigarette pants up to her and she looked at herself in several angles in the mirrors. "That's it!"
Isabelle looked at him and smiled. "I agree. These do look stunning and I have the cutest-"
"No I mean for my article. I can do it over your work with Magnus. That is if you don't mind me intruding every now and then," explained Alec.
"No that sounds wonderful. I'll go text him so I can set up a meeting. Do you want to come to explain it to him," asked Isabelle as she clutched her phone.
Alec shook his. "Not now. I'll have to get it cleared by my boss. Then I might want to outline just a bit exactly what I want. Not to mention what and how much I should cover-"
"Sounds like you have a lot to do," interrupted Isabelle as she texted quickly before putting her phone back on her dresser.
"I know," replied Alec.
Isabelle's phone pinged and she scooped it up. She skimmed the message and beamed. "He said yes and that he'll meet me this afternoon!"
"Good, then by tonight I should be able to start work."
She scrolled down to see the rest of the message and laughed. Alec gave her a look. "What is it?"
"Nothing," she said brushing it off.
"You might as well tell me."
"Fine, Magnus wanted to know when you would call him. He said and I quote "I gave him my number for a reason with a winky face."
"A winky face?"
"A winky face," confirmed Isabelle.
"I'll think about it."

A/N: Still a bit of a slow start, but I promise it will pick up soon. Don't forget I'd love to know what you think! Thanks for reading!