Sorry it's been a month, I tried to do NaNoWriMo ( - it was a flop, if you're wondering. I'm just going to continue that as a separate story, and maybe post it on Wattpad if you're interested. I'll put the description in my bio), and then I got banned from watching Supernatural, so I threw a hissy fit and got banned from the computer all together. That sucked. But I'm back! Yay! Also, I don't know anything about kissing, having no personal experience, so whatever I write comes from other books… I apologize for the inaccuracy. So anywho, here's the next chapter! Please review, it means the world to me!

Raven POV

I followed Goldilocks up the steps to his friend's massive house, still puzzling Magnus's news. It was impossible, it had to be a copycat or a fraud. I pursed my lips, wondering why someone would pretend to be the Black Dagger, and why they would choose now to start using the name. I hadn't been the Black Dagger for over two years.

The door opened to Alec, who immediately scolded Jace for being late. Clary gripped my hand tightly before following Jace into the house. I trailed after them, already missing her hand in mine.

Alec lead us through the hallway and into a side room, where Isabelle, her haughty looking boyfriend, Maia, and Jordan were already sitting on the floor in a broken circle. There was a bottle of vodka in the center, and seven or eight shot glasses. I hid a grin; I could drink these amateurs into the ground. I turned and saw Clary's face redden slightly, and I smirked at her. Clary was a real lightweight;; one shot and she was hammered.

"Jace… I see you brought your friends," sneered Isabelle, looking at me with distaste. I ignored her.

"Well, the more the merrier, right?" He asked rhetorically, eyeing Clary. I scowled slightly. Clary saw my expression and chuckled lightly.

"I assume you know how to play?" Alec asked Clary and I. We nodded simultaneously, and he gestured to Isabelle to start.

"Raven, truth or dare?" She asked me, a nasty little smile on her face.

"Dare," I told her in a monotone.

She looked a little put out before saying, "I dare you to take three shots." Jace, Jordan, and Maia raised their eyebrows, clearly expecting her to back out or get super drunk.

Man her game is weak, I thought, hiding a smirk. I reached for the vodka bottle and a glass, feeling Clary giggling silently beside me. I poured a shot and drank it. I repeated this two more times, not breaking eye contact with Isabelle. Her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, seeing that I wasn't even feeling a little buzzed.

Serves her right for trying to outdrink a Russian, I thought snidely.

"I - uh - I guess it's your turn," Jace told me, his face covered with surprise. I rolled my eyes. This was such an immature game. However, looking around the circle of shocked expressions, I had to admit it had it's perks.

"Truth or Dare… Alec?" I asked him. He swallowed before replying his Adam's apple bobbing in this throat.

"Truth," he said.

"When was the last time you had a one night stand?" I asked. I was honestly curious; out of him, Jace, and Isabelle, he seemed the least whorish. His face reddened, and he murmured something I couldn't make out.

"Sorry?"

"Four months ago," he mumbled quietly, blushing. Jace raised an eyebrow.

"Dude," he said seriously, "You need to get laid.

Two shots, a very tipsy Isabelle, and an egged neighbor's house later, it was Isabelle's turn again.

"Alec," she said before hiccuping, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," he told her. She smirked and hiccuped again.

"I dare you," 'hic', "to kiss Raven," she told him.

"But I'm gay," Alec and I said in synchronization. Isabelle rolled her eyes and gestured for them to continue. Alec shot his sister a glare and leaned over to kiss me. He did, and it wasn't gross, it was just kind of awkward and uncomfortable.

Alec then asked Jace, who chose dare.

"I dare you to have a drinking contest with Raven; four more shots -" (Jace had taken one earlier in the game) - "and whoever walks in the straightest line wins."

Jace smirked arrogantly at me, clearly forgetting the ability to hold my liquor that I had demonstrated earlier. I smiled innocently back and heard Isabelle hiccup again. Jace poured himself a shot and downed it, his cocky expression taunting me. I almost backed out to save Jace a shred of dignity, but then remembered how pissed off I'd felt when he'd kissed me. Then I thought "Eh, fuck it," and downed my own.

I matched Jace shot for shot, and by the third one, Jace's cheeks were getting pretty rosy.

Jace POV

"What the Hell? How is she doing this?" I thought to myself as I drank my third shot. I could feel the clouds of drunkenness start to descend over my mind. As I took my last shot, I turned and saw Clary silently laughing at me, and I felt myself blush. Did I look stupid? Was that why?

Then I shook myself and remembered. I'm Jace Herondale. I never look stupid. I turned back to Raven, who had just taken her last shot. My eyes widened as I saw that she looked barely tipsy. Suddenly I couldn't remember what I was supposed to do after this. My mind felt heavy, but my body felt numb. I could barely feel a thing, and I liked it. I hadn't been this wasted since… I don't think I'd been this wasted since Isabelle's birthday party. Given, that was only two months ago, but that was a long time for me to go without getting hammered.

I felt someone pulling me up to a standing position, and then Raven and I were shoved forward. I could barely stand, but there was a wall maybe ten feet away, so I staggered toward it. Raven just walked for it. She didn't even falter once.

"She's gotta be a machine," I thought privately. Although I knew for a fact that she was a CIA agent, and according to Dad, that's close enough.

I was almost to the wall when I tripped over something warm and furry. I fell onto the beige carpet, my nose and palms burning. Something loud hissed and scratched by heel, and I heard a distant, "Oh my god! Church! Are you okay?" Followed by the sound of hysterical laughter. I rolled over groaning, only to see Isabelle's cat in her arms hissing at me. I heard a loud laughter and one quiet, concerned voice before I heard nothing at all.

Clary POV

Jace had been out for about ten minutes before I got fed up. I had actually been enjoying the game, because I loved this type of risky pastime. Raven, Magnus, Tessa, Will, Jem and I usually played every Saturday night that we were off duty (and Raven, Will, Magnus and I sometimes played while we were on duty… Tessa and Jem cared too much about following Director Penhallow's rules).

I was a jug of cold water away from waking Jace up myself (Jordan and Alec refused to play without him, Raven and I had to keep our cover so no war story recounts, and so things got pretty boring pretty quickly) when he yawned and sat up, his eyes squinting into the ceiling light. He hadn't slept long enough to stave off the alcohol or be hungover, so he was acting similar to Isabelle. This was why Raven and I had made a pact, because I never wanted to be too drunk to function. If someone dared me to drink, she would 'accidentally' break the alcohol bottle or think of an emergency excuse to leave.

Jace shuffled back to our mismatched circle (now more of an oval) and yawned again. "Who's turn is it now?" He asked thickly.

"Yours," everyone else chanted in unison. Jace glanced around the oval, his eyes catching on me. I groaned inwardly.

"Clary," he said, still drunk, "Truth or dare?" I bit my lip. If I picked dare, he could make me do all sorts of embarrassing things… but I was no pansy. However, if I picked truth, since he knew who we really were… well, not even the CIA knew who we really were. He knew who the CIA thought we were, so he could make me talk about that. He was certainly drunk enough to try. It's not like I would have given any CIA secrets away for a truth or dare game, but I'd like to avoid that debacle before any clean-up was need.

"Dare," I answered. He grinned cockily, and I saw Alec put his head in his hands.

"I dare you to let me kiss you," he said. I grimaced in annoyance, but supposed it could have been worse. I shrugged, and he crawled over to sit next to me me. I could feel Raven tensing, waiting for me to give her the panic symbol to get us out. I wanted to show Jace that I wasn't afraid of him… but I don't know why I cared. He wasn't even anyone important; he was just another out of hundreds of cases.

He leaned forward, and I almost backed out again. I don't know why I was so nervous; I'd done this before when I'd had to seduce an Irish mob leader, or when Raven and I had gone undercover with Tessa in a Mexican bull-fighting ring (long story). However, I'd done it with people I despised - for some reason, I didn't despise Jace. I guess when you've lived with my family and worked with terrorists, rapists, and other scum of the streets, a stuck-up whiny rich brat doesn't seem bad at all.

His lips touched mine, and I closed my eyes tightly. However, despite myself, I found myself kissing him back, and when he went to deepen the kiss, I almost let him. I was lost in the feeling; I'd never felt this kissing someone before.

It was always a necessary pressing together of skin, nothing more. But this… this was trepidation and electric shocks, lightning and brass.

I almost let him deepen the kiss, when Maia cleared her throat conspicuously. I suddenly realized where I was and jerked backwards. I swallowed uneasily. I couldn't let that happen again. Rule one the CIA: Don't get attached to your cases.

I leant back into Raven, whose spine was ramrod straight. Her jaw was clenched, and she was staring stonily ahead. I didn't understand; It was just a game. If it were up to me, I would never have kissed him.

I thought back to when Jace had kissed Raven, and the strange, unfamiliar emotion that had overpowered me. Maybe she was having the same feeling? Maybe it's natural to feel that way if someone you trust with your life, someone who you would do and give anything for, starts to have feelings for another person.

The game continued, with Raven never loosening her muscles. Jordan had Meliorn and Alec kiss, Maia, had to tell the story of losing her virginity, and Raven and I watched from the sidelines. We were both so uncomfortable that I could tell Raven was about to feign alcohol poisoning to get us out, when the door to the living room flew open and a tall, sickly looking man opened stepped into the room.

"Ragnor?" Isabelle asked, giggling. I assumed he was their butler; all of these rich, stuck-up families seemed to have unnecessary men stumbling around to open doors and take coats. Jordan belatedly snatched the bottle of vodka and hid it underneath a nearby recliner.

"Miss Isabelle, your mother has informed me that if you two don't get rid of your friends and stop the noise in the next ten minutes, she will cut you off from your credit card spending for the next month."

Isabelle gasped, affronted, while simultaneously trying to stand without collapsing onto the nearby sofa. Maia and Jordan shrugged and shouldered their way past Ragnor and out the front door. Meliorn, with one glance from Isabelle, quickly followed.

Ragnor left, with Isabelle gesturing for Jace, Raven and I to do the same. We hurried out of the building, and Raven swung her leg over her motorcycle and started it. I followed Jace into his obnoxious sports car, having not brought Baby because we consistently switched up our routine.

Two minutes later, I was regretting not taking my own car. I had forgotten that Jace had been drinking; I was being reckless. However, since I hadn't taken a sip of the vodka, I managed to convince him to let me drive.

We were twelve minutes away from Jace's house when Raven spoke into my earpiece, "There's something stuck to my tires."

There was someone following us.

Thank you so much for reading, I'm REALLY sorry that it's been so long. I'll try to have the next chapter out before 2017?... Maybe?

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