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Jace & Alec

"So, where do we start?" Alec asked Jace. They were currently sitting in the small living room of a hotel. Jace was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the television.

"Jace, are you listening?"

"Yeah." Alec walked over and turned off the television. "Hey!" Jace said indignantly. Alec ignored him.

"Listen, Jace, they cannot know we're in Vancouver looking for them. So we're going to have to be careful."

"Okay, Alec. Calm down. We're looking for two nineteen year old girls. We know what they look like. They don't know we're here. How hard can it be?" Jace replied, sitting up. Suddenly, he had an idea. "Alec, hand me your laptop." Alec went to his room and brought back his sleek, new, black computer.

Jace turned it on and waited for a moment as it went through the start-up windows. Alec typed in the password and Jace set to work. "By the way, Alec. What is your password?" Jace asked.

"Isabelle," he said softly. Jace didn't reply. Alec's sister had disappeared a few weeks before Clary had begun killing people. They still hadn't found her.

Alec sat beside Jace. "Facebook?" Alec raised his eyebrows. Jace nodded. He typed in 'Clarissa Fairchild'. There were only four results. Three of them didn't have pictures. The last one showed a girl with fiery red hair. Jace clicked on it. He enlarged the profile picture.

The girl was sitting outside on the grass, shading her eyes with her hand. Her red hair flew around her face. She was pale and from what Jace could tell, short. "A redhead! I knew she wasn't a blond," Jace said triumphantly.

"How do you know this is her?" Alec countered. Jace jabbed a finger to the column under the profile picture. Under parents, she'd written 'Jocelyn Fairchild' and –

"Valentine Morgenstern?" Jace read aloud.

"Our boss?"

"It can't be."

"But it says clearly: Valentine Morgenstern."

"I can read, Alec. I mean, Valentine told me he never got married."

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe he didn't know about Clarissa."

"Well then, how did she know about him?" Jace asked. Alec was silenced. They tried to access her profile, but it wouldn't let them unless they asked her to be their friend. And Jace had a feeling she wouldn't accept.

"Hold on a minute," Alec said. "All three of the people she's killed were Shadowhunters." Jace thought for a moment.

"No, Lucian is a werewolf."

"But he used to be a Shadowhunter. Valentine told me."

"Wait . . . remember that lesson we had recently, about The Circle?" Alec nodded. "Well, didn't Valentine say he used to be in the circle? I think all three of the people who she's killed so far were in the Circle. Let's see if Valentine could send us a picture of them all together. Then, if they were in the Circle, maybe those are the people she's targeting," Jace finished.

"Exactly! She's going to kill – oh, no." Alec felt his excitement cease.

"What is it?" Jace asked.

"My mom and dad used to be in the circle. She's going to kill them."

Clary & Isabelle

The two girls stood in front of the wide mirror in the bathroom. Clary had just finished curling her hair and applying heavy eye makeup, so she looked very different from yesterday. She was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans, a flowery top and a leather jacket.

Isabelle had abandoned her wig and just done up her hair in a bun. She hadn't put on any makeup, but had put in a pair of hazel colored contacts. She wore a knee length, dark purple dress and a pair of black sandals.

"Are you ready?" Clary asked Isabelle, packing up her makeup, hair-dye and curling iron. Isabelle shoved all of her belongings in her fairly small, black bag.

"Yep. How many more people?" she asked.

"A few, I already told you. Michael Wayland is already dead, but we could kill his son, just for the fun of it," she suggested.

"How do you know he has a son?" Isabelle wondered.

"I have the family trees of everyone who was in the circle. They're going to pay for what they did to my father. They abandoned him, left him for dead!"

"I know. But please, Clary, don't hurt my brother's." Clary nodded.

"What your parents did wasn't their fault. The only reason I'd kill the Wayland boy is because I heard he's with the police, or something."

"Clary, he works with my brother. I met him once. He's really quite nice. I think he'd be a good asset. He could kill, I think. That's why they hired him."

"Hmm. Not a bad idea. Too bad we don't know where he is. Anyways, let's get going." The girls left their room, just as two boys left theirs.

"Alec, do you have the room key?" Jace asked. Isabelle's head snapped up at the sound of her brother's name. Clary glanced at them. One looked exactly like Isabelle: jet-black hair, angular face, tall. The other was blond with golden eyes. He resembled a lion in his stance. Clary itched for her forgotten sketch pad.

She turned away. The girls began down the hall, towards the elevator. The boys followed. The only sounds they made were the rumbling of the wheels of their bags on the carpeted floor. They reached the elevator. It came quickly, and they all piled in. Clary pressed the 'L' button. "Are you going to the lobby too?" she asked the boys. The one with golden hair nodded.

It was the precise moment that the elevator began its way down that Jace recognized Clary.

Gotcha, he thought smugly, pressing the emergency stop button.

Please, please review! Thanks, hope you liked the chapter. Unfortunately, I probably won't be updating as fast. I normally don't do two chapters in two days. Review anyways! Thanks :)

Also, check out my other story for the Mortal Instruments 'Hunting Valentine'. I'll update that one soon.

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