I hope you like this chapter, my friends! More Ragnor! Yaaaaaaaaaay!

I still own nothing, by the way, in case you were wondering. I am but a poot, lowly monk with excellent WiFi and an old laptop run on mouse-power at the top of a non-existent mountains (no mountains are real.)

"All that I am,

All that I ever was...

Is here in your perfect eyes,

they're all I can see..."

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Isabelle Lightwood knew a lot of things.

Clouds aren't tangible, penguins don't have knees, her older brother is gay.

Her brother had nearly had a panic attack when he found out about that last one. He was many things (endearing, awkward, strong) and oblivious was one of them.

(As if she would care that he was gay. Hell, as if she was completely straight herself.)

The question was, had he been seeing Magnus Bane when he was shot?

Or did Magnus shoot him?

Because she was pretty sure that it was one or the other, and she knew which was far more likely.

(She'd been 90% sure that he had a crush on Magnus Bane since that lunch not too long after Magnus had shown up. As if stealing her fries could distract her!)

Perhaps it was time to have a long overdue chat with a certain glittery dork.

She pulled out her phone, smiling.

"Simon?" she asked.

"Uh, h-hi, Isabelle!"

She narrowed her eyes but put aside his suspicious behavior for the moment.

"Could you hack the police station for a minute with your genius computer skills?"

(She could've sworn she heard in the background a male someone saying genius computer skills?! But she dismissed it. For now.)

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Why?"

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"When do you think he's going to wake up?" Clary asked, sighing into Jace's shoulder.

The two were curled up on the cramped loveseat in the hospital room. She couldn't help but think Magnus must be cold right now.

Jace sighed heavily. "Clary... There's no way of knowing. It could be hours, or days, or weeks, or months, or years."

She exhaled shakily. "I just feel so helpless," Clary said, burying her face back in his shoulders.

He didn't try to give her useless platitudes, or promises he couldn't keep. He just hugged her closer, looking over at where Alec lay, motionless and clothed in all white.

It would be another long night.

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Alec slept on, dead to the world.

And he dreamt.

It was their fourth date.

Their first date had gone laughably bad- a total disaster- which, of course, meant that in the end, it was perfect.

It had ended in a kiss (and Alec falling down the stairs- he really, really hoped Magnus hadn't heard that) and Alec has left floating on Cloud Nine.

The next date had gone very well- a coffee shop on the other side of town, much like the one this had all started in- and the third, despite the fact it had ended in a rather wild adventure that had ended in the river (after Magnus's cat had ran off and his boyfriend- wow, Magnus was his boyfriend- had ran right after him) had been great.

And now, this one. It had also gone amazingly- Alec had never had as much fun in his life as he did with Magnus Bane.

This particular date had been at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place with excellent service and delicious food. It wasn't too fancy, but honestly, that was a good thing. It would've only made Alec stutter-y and awkward.

As it was, the two only shared comfortable conversation and good food. Already, after their just-over-a-year of friendship and four dates, Alec felt more at ease with Magnus than he did with most people after years and years.

He looked back up to see Magnus studying him closely, beaming as if he was looking at something captivating and beautiful. (Alec wondered how Magnus could look at him like that.)

"Do I have something on my face?" he blurted.

Magnus smiled. "Nope," he said.

The waitress introduced. "Can I get you dessert?"

"Tiramsu, please," they both said at the same time.

She smiled at them. "You two are so cute! All of us thought so!" she said. Alec spotted a group of serving staff and cooks trying to look nautral as if they hadn't all been just watching them. Magnus gave them a cheerful wave.

"I hope you don't mind us asking, but, how long have you been together?" the waitress continued, still smiling widely.

"This is our fourth date," Alec said quietly.

She gasped. "Really? Wow! I was pegging somewhere over a year. You two really go together well!"

"Thank you," Magnus said cheerfully. "I agree."

Alec ducked his head as if to hide his small, pleased grin.

The waitress made a faint squealing noise.

(The other waitstaff and cooks made similar noises in the distance.)

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"Can I talk to you guys for a minute?" Castle asked quietly.

"Sure, man," Ryan said, getting up, Esposito following closely behind.

Castle led them to a remote corner of the station where no one would be listening.

"Something about this whole case doesn't sit right with me," he finally said once they were alone. "Would you mind looking into the other suspects?"

Esposito sighed. "What other suspects, Castle?" he asked.

"The parents!" Castle said. "They arranged a marriage for money and poltical standing that their son backed out on. Or whoever Alec was really sneaking out to see. I don't know."

Ryan frowned, giving him a searching look. "You're really sure about this, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes." Castle said firmly. "I'm not saying I'm one hundred percent certain the guy's innocent, but..."

"...You wanna be absolutely sure," Esposito finished. "Yeah, I get that."

"Well," Ryan said, "Beckett never said that we couldn't investigate other leads,"

"But it's gonna cost you," Esposito smirked.

"Ferrari for the weekend?" Castle offered.

The two detectives grinned.

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"Genius computer skills?" Castle demanded once he'd hung up, sounding a strange mix of excited and incredulous.

"What?" Simon asked defensively, reaching for his laptop.

"Why come to me if you could hack the station?" Castle asked.

"I prefer the legal way when possible. Uh, speaking of which, you're not going to...?"

"No, I won't turn you in. Can I just say, hacking skills? Super cool."

Simon grinned. "Well, can I just say, writing books? Super cool."

Castle grinned right back, before turning to his own computer. "Now, are we actually going to look at these surveillance tapes?"

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"You have a visitor, Mr. Bane," the guard said.

The second he turned around and the door closed, Ragnor started shouting.

"You fucking idiot!"

Magnus absentmindedly wondered if these cells were soundproof.

"You should just tell them," Ragnor hissed.

"Ragnor, I can't. You know why."

"What, because you promised? Screw the promise, Magnus, this is your life! Are you insane?"

"No need to abuse the italics," Magnus muttered, flitting over the fourth wall casually.

"What?" Ragnor asked.

"Nothing. Anyway, you know I couldn't do that to him."

Ragnor sighed. "How's your leg?"

Magnus opened his mouth to reply. The door slammed open.

Isabelle Lightwood strode into the holding cell in all her glory.

"Magnus Bane, are you dating my brother?" she demanded.

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OOOOOOOH CLIFFHANGER.

Yeah. Izzy is a BAMF. Don't mess with her or her family.