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Clary could feel Jace's heart pounding, but that could've been her own, too.

"Yo, D! They're all in the cafeteria! We need all the backup we can get!" a voice from far away called, and when he started talking, the footsteps stopped…just before they had reached the hallway where Jace and Clary were hiding.

The footsteps suddenly and quickly retreated in the direction that Clary assumed the other guy had called him from.

Clary and Jace made eye contact with his hand still over her mouth. After a brief moment – and with a look in his eyes that Clary couldn't place, Jace released his hand and the grip he had on her arm. They both peered out from behind the wall to check if the coast was clear.

As soon as she realized it was, Clary started in that direction.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jace whispered to her, softly grabbing her by the arm. They were managing to drown out the alarms by now.

"To get my brother. What part of that don't you understand? I'm not leaving here without him."

"I'm sure he's fine, Clary." Jace said, exasperated. "We need to get out of here. They won't spare us if they find us, but they'll probably spare him due to the uniform…"

"Then we'll steal some uniforms." Clary said.

"You're crazy." Jace replied. "Besides, you'd never fit in. This is a man's prison in case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, trust me, I've noticed."

If Clary didn't know any better, she could've sworn she had heard a low growl come from Jace. She shook the thoughts out of her head quickly, peering down the hallway as she was advancing to where she believed the prisoners were heading.

"You don't even know where the hell he is. We don't even know where the hell we're going. So how in the hell do you suppose we find him?"

Clary just left her mouth open askew, thinking, before finally responding with, "Look, Jace, I don't have all the answers; but I know one thing for sure, I'm not leaving here until I find my brother. You, on the other hand, are free to leave whenever you please. Thank you for saving my life... twice." She added, and turned around to walk away from him.

His face contorted into one of his famous smirks. "And just what kind of man would I be if I left a woman alone in a man's prison?"

"A less annoying one." Clary shot back, a little too quickly for Jace's comfort. She turned back around to continue her path forward.

"Um, Clary…"

"Yes, Jace?" she asked, exasperated, turning around. He was no longer making eye-contact with her – his eyes averted to the ground before his feet, as if he was nervous and didn't want to say what he was about to.

"How do you know your brother isn't helping them? How can you be sure he doesn't have a gun ready to shoot anyone who stands in his way? But most importantly…how do you know he's not already…"

"Damnit, Jace, don't you dare say dead. I can't afford to think like that. He's…" she trailed off and Jace thought he saw a small flicker of tears brim her eyes.

If it were possible, they were even quieter now than when they had started whispering, "He's what?" Jace prodded.

Clary let out a deep breath, "He's all I've got left." And before Jace could respond, Clary had continued her path to where the inmate had come from.

Sighing, Jace followed.

She stopped as she came up to another hallway. She had a decent idea of where to go now considering to their left was the front. She knew she had to keep heading right.

As they carefully walked down this next hallway, she saw some steps. She turned around to Jace.

"What do you think?" she whispered.

"I think we should stop whispering or someone's going to hear us." He retorted, smirking again, and she lightly smacked him in the chest. He had a point, though; somehow the alarms had been turned off. She then pointed at the steps, and nodded her head in that direction.

Jace shrugged, and nodded.

Clary took the stairs two at a time, with Jace right on her heels. After they had gotten to the top on a platform, Jace grabbed her arm and pulled her so that she was behind him. She assumed that he was tired of following her.

"Have you been here before?"

Jace shook his head.

"Then how do you know where to go?"

"I don't, but I'm sure I have a better idea than you." He teased.

She was slightly afraid as to the details of that sentence, but decided to let it drop to after they found her brother.

If they found her brother…

Once again, she shook her head. She still couldn't afford to think like that.

After they had made it up the stairs, she looked around and realized that they were in another long stretch of hallway, but there was light coming from the side of it, and they noticed a railing. Not too far down as they continued walking, did they hear a lot of noise. They picked up the pace into a light jog, and they had to adjust their eyes to the brighter light that they were now facing. They ducked down behind the railing of three bars so they could see the scene unfolding in front of them better. Looking around, they realized it was the cafeteria the prisoner had talked about earlier. There were a bunch of men in orange jumpsuits standing around with guns. A lot of officers were on the floor, blood pooling on the ground beneath them.

"Shit." Jace muttered in a whisper.

Clary had to put a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp, and quickly averted her gaze to try to find a familiar face.

But she couldn't see him…she didn't see him anywhere.

Jace eyed her, and she shook her head; intrigued that even though they had just met, they could already silently communicate.

They both then silently agreed to go back, but as soon as they started backing up, someone suddenly yelled, "Hey! Up there!"

When Jace turned to look down, he barely got a glimpse of the inmate holding the gun that was pointing directly at them.

"Run!" Jace yelled, grabbing Clary's hand to quickly hoist her to her feet and start moving.

The next thing they knew, they were trapped like rats, running a maze they didn't even know, by a bunch of inmates.

Surely this could not end well.

Then, all too quickly, they were facing a wall, and Jace quickly spun on his heel – shouldering her behind him – and backing up so that she was between him and a wall. Prisoners were approaching them from all three of the surrounding hallways, but Clary was slightly more worried about Jace crushing her to death.

"Well, well, well…what have we here?" one of the inmates started, as the rest of them joined. The one that had just spoken was half circling them.

She felt Jace's body tense. He was definitely preparing for a fight.

He can't be serious…he barely knows me, why the hell is he protecting me?

"Man, can we not kill the girl?!" Another inmate came out from behind the crowd. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a piece of ass; and all the damn guards in here are ugly as hell!"

All the inmates chuckled at that one…

And agreed.

The apparent leader snarled, "Fine, we won't kill the girl immediately, but what do we do about her boyfriend?"

Clary, surprisingly, let out a laugh, "Oh, him? He's not my boyfriend…"

"You're not helping…" Jace remarked through gritted teeth as he was eyeing all of the inmates.

"Hold it!" another inmate called from behind the crowd again…

But this time, Clary's ears perked up.

She knew that voice…

She would recognize that voice anywhere…

And when he came out from the back of the crowd of inmates, she relaxed a little as her intuition was right.

It was her brother, Jonathan.

They found her brother…

But they're far from out of the woods yet! Yet again, and you're probably going to get sick of reading this, but THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! Sound off in the reviews! :)