Thank you xocanoodle for the lovely review. I'll try to continue to update this one as much as I can. My mind is so frazzled write now I can't remember which Author's note I wrote where, but in one of them I mentioned just how busy I've been, but I'll try my hardest to get this story rolling so that I can have more happy readers.

All right, enough of my meaningless blabber, ON WITH THE MALEC-ICIOUSNESS!!!!

Chapter three

Rise and Shine

Magnus woke to the feel of Alec stirring in his arms. The young shadowhunter had done more than shared the warlock's bed last night. Alec was no longer just Magnus's boyfriend; no he was so much more; he was his love and now his lover. He watched the waking shadowhunter open his eyes and find his. They were face to face and holding each other closely.

"Good morning, love." Magnus murmured as Alec greeted him with a smile.

Alec, before speaking, lifted his lips to the Warlock and offered a good morning kiss.

"Good morning, beautiful." Alec whispered and then wrapped his arms around the warlock's neck.

They cuddled for a little while and kissed. Magnus took advantage of the mornings when Alec put aside the need to rush out of his flat at freaking six o'clock in the morning. Rarely did Magnus get the chance to just lie in bed with his boyfriend and just be. Alec had a job and so did Magnus, but the shadowhunter never knew when he would be needed. Alec was always on call, and therefore he had to be ready to get geared up at the institute at any forsaken hour of the damn day.

Magnus had suggested that Alec keep an extra suit of gear at the flat but the shadowhunter declined the offer.

"Shall I make breakfast for us?" Alec asked as he crawled out of bed and searched around for his clothes.

The warlock marveled at Alec's perfect form and pouted when he became covered by simple black clothing.

"No, darling, I'll whip us up something." Magnus beamed as he rose to put together an outfit from his closet.

The warlock pulled on a pair of tight black leather pants and a snug band t-shirt with his favorite pair of combat boots. He ran to his large bathroom and fixed his hair and make up, careful to apply just the right amount of glitter and hair gel.

After a half an hour of glamming himself up, Magnus strutted into the living room where his ever so lovely boyfriend was sitting on a stool at the island counter. With a snap of his fingers, a complete breakfast appeared on the counter.

"Walah!" Magnus exclaimed and then hurried to sit next to Alec.

The shadowhunter was glowing this morning. His insecurities had vanished and he was all smiles. He laughed at Magnus's giddiness, it was quite entertaining. After all, the man that he loved was happy, and so he was happy.

"So what are you doing today?" Magnus asked as Alec stuffed his face with waffles.

Alec looked at his smirking boyfriend and tried to talk.

"Now, now, you know better," Magnus teased, "it's not polite to talk with your mouth full."

Alec rolled his eyes and then properly finished eating so that he could talk.

"I got a call while you were getting ready." Alec answered his boyfriend who now was pouting. "No, hey, don't worry, I'll be back. I promise."

It's funny how those two words reassured the troubled warlock. He believed Alec.

The shadowhunter finished eating and then said his goodbyes to his boyfriend.

"Hurry back to me," Magnus whispered in Alec's ear, and then sent the shadowhunter on his way.

When Alec got back to the institute his friends were steamed, but he didn't carry. He ignored their yelling and simply hurried to his room to gear up. His mind was still on Magnus but it was slowly transitioning into battle mode. The sooner he was done with this the sooner he could get back to Magnus. He would be back in the arms of his loving warlock. The thought made him smile, almost causing him to forget about the battle.

He was brought back to the present by the sound of his sister pounding on his door.

"Get your lazy butt out here or I'm kicking down this door! You have ten seconds to get out or else I'm coming in!"

That was a threat enough, he didn't want his sister in his room. He flew to the door and ran out, leaving his sister to follow him.

"Finally," Jace groaned.

He was in no mood to deal with Jace this morning and his impatience. He was definitely not in the mood to deal with the fireball red head that Jace called his girlfriend. Clary only had a few months of training, but there she stood hanging on Jace's arm in full gear.

"Ok, so what's the deal, it's the morning so no demons are out yet? What did I drag my butt out of bed for, surely not stand here and look stupid."

The three of them just stared at Alec, trying to comprehend Alec's smart-ass mood. This wasn't like Alec at all.

Alec got the 411 on the situation on the way to the crime scene. It was a downworlder murder. He watched Clary carefully as they walked. She seemed nervous, and it wasn't her normal nervous either, this wasn't different, this was fear. Jace seemed to notice too because he was keeping a close eye and hold on her. She was murmuring something and Jace was trying to soothe her but nothing seemed to work.

"Clary, he's dead. It can't be what you're thinking." Jace's words should have calmed him but they didn't.

Clary just kept shaking her head and stayed close to Jace, which would prove to be for the best.

When they got to the crime scene they were shocked to find a dead fae. What made Alec's heart stop was what laid beside the corpse, a studded black leather glove.

So, does anyone get where this is going. :p I hope so. Love you all!