So this chapter didn't take as long as I thought it would take to write, and I also had a snow day on Friday so I got it done early. I thought I was going to have to wait until next weekend to post, so here you go!

Jace gives me a smile and steps through the threshold, walking into the middle of the living room only to stop and take in my apartment. I turn my back to him to close the door, and when I turn back, I see him staring at me.

"You have a very nice place, the sort of place an artist,' He points to the studio easel, his voice in a questioning pitch, hinting to me to confirm his observation 'would live."

I smile slightly at his attempt at learning something about me. "Congratulations Jace, you know how to connect the dots." He begins to laugh, making me smile—he has an adorable laugh.

"Well Clary, it's my job to connect the dots, I am a Police Officer if you didn't already know." He replies, giving me a kind smile.

I chuckle at this. "Don't worry Jace, I was able to connect those dots." My face now becomes more serious, causing him to lose his smile as well. "What can I help you with Jace?" I ask, my voice a few pitches lower.

He clears his throat and motions with his hand to the couch, I take a seat and he soon joins me. Taking out a note pad and pen from his jacket pocket, Jace looks me dead in the eye. All amounts of light humor no longer caress his face, but instead a more serious, slight hard expression replaces it. "I need to ask you some questions about what happened on the seventh of August at the Bank of America at approximately ten thirty-one in the morning. Before we get into, I'm going to need your full name and age." He looks down at his note pad, ready to write down my name, but I don't say anything.

Is this what I get for wanting to move on, to relive my fears, having to picture him...?

"Clary." I'm brought back to reality by Jace's voice. I turn my head to look at him, only to see him leaning towards me, his hand on knee—a look of uncertainty clear on his face and in his aureate eyes. I look down at his hand on my knee. He removes it immediately after he sees my eyes glazing at his hand and lean back into his original position, clearing his throat again and mumbling a half-hearted 'Sorry'. I shake my head and look at his face which is back to looking down at his note pad, his pen begging to be used so it will stop being hit against the note pad every two seconds by its holder.

I clear my throat as well. "Clarissa Adele Morgenstern, twenty- three." His shoulders slump down; no longer tense with the possible consequences he was expecting due to his close proximity just a moment ago.

"Parents and siblings, their occupations as well." He says right after my reply, never taking his eyes off of his note pad.

"My Mother is Jocelyn Morgenstern, she teaches art at a high school, my Father is Valentine Morgenstern, he was in the military, and my brother is Jonathan Morgenstern, he was laid-off a couple of months ago."

"Your Father is no longer in the military?" Jace asks, quickly writing down the information.

"No, he died five years ago while on his last tour, car bomb." I look down at my lap as I say this. It was the one thing that I hated to talk about; I hardly talked to Simon or Jon about it, let alone anyone else.

I see Jace's hand reach out and take a hold of one of my hands in my lap, I look up to see him giving me a small apologetic smile. He squeezes my hand once and takes it back, picking up his pen and writes it down on him note pad.

"What is your occupation?"

When I don't reply, he looks up at me again, only to see me with both eye-browns raised, head slightly tilted and an amused look on my face.

He nods once. "Right, artist. I'm guessing that you freelancer?" I nod to confirm his suspicion.

"Are you in a relationship?"

"What does me being in a relationship have to do with anything?" I asked, getting slightly annoyed by all the personal questions. I was always one for having privacy.

He stutters for a moment, but collects his words and says. "In order to do my job the best I can, I need to know everything about what happened at the bank, including everything about the people who were there."

I huff out an annoyed breath and look away from him, giving my cheap television a death glare. "Single."

I look back at him only to see a smile fighting for domination against his lips as he writes down this information. I let out another huff of annoyance.

"Can you replay the events to me before you went to the bank, all the way to the last thing you remember?" He asks, looking up at me.

I gulp, look down and begin.

I tell him everything from the moment I left my apartment, to me stopping at the cafe, to the moment I entered the bank and the men not long after entered the bank, and ending with the memory of him caring me out of the bank and the short time I was conscious in the ambulance.

The entire time I was replaying the events of that day, Jace never once interrupted me. Not to ask me to go into more detail about something or to pause me so he could catch up with his notes. It wasn't until I was done speaking and he was still writing down the last bit of my story that I realised how endearing of a trait is—the trait of listening. I know that he asked about my perspective about the day at the bank because of his job, but I have this feeling deep in my stomach that is telling me that it wasn't just for his job, that he wanted to know how affected I was from the hole ordeal by the way he looked at me at certain parts of the story or how he stopped writing for short periods just to look at me and listen—it was slightly heartwarming.

Once he was done writing down what he needed, he places the note pad and pen back in his jacket pocket and looked back at me. I give him a half smile and he returns a full one and makes a move to stand up- I follow in pursuit. I walk him to the door and open it for him. Once he is on the other side of the door, he turns back and looks at me and grabs a business card out from his inside jacket pocket, writes something on the back and hands it to me, I read the top of the card.

Jace Herondale

Undercover Operations

"If you remember anything else that you think is important, give me a call at any time. My personal number is on the back." I give him a nod and he returns it. "Well, I guess I'll see you around Clary."

"Bye Jace." He turns his back and I start to shut the door, but when its half way closed, something stops it, I look around the door to see Jace's hand preventing me from closing it—I open in wide again, slightly confused due to his abruptness.

"Clary,' He pauses for a moment, thinking about his next few words carefully. 'What are you doing tomorrow for lunch or dinner?"

My eyes go wide—Is he seriously asking me out?

"I'm sorry Jace, I have plans tomorrow." His hand drops from the door and he looks down for a split second before looking back at me, his aureate eyes glowing dimmer.

"That's fine, good-bye Clary." He quickly turns around and starts to make his way down the half, but I reach out my hand and grab his arm, turning him around to face me, only to see his face now looking confused.

"I'm meeting my brother and a friend tomorrow, but I'm completely free the next day."

Why the hell did I just do that! I hardly know the guy—scratch that, I don't know him at all!

As I have this mini battle in my mind, it almost immediately gets washed away by the grin that is now on Jace's face.

"Sounds like a date, I'll pick you up at six."

I return his infectious smile and say "It's a date." I turn around and start making my way back into my apartment, but before I close the door, I poke my head out of my door to see Jace about to turn the corner, fist pumping the air.

It was the first time since the bank that I actually let out a real laugh.

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