"I'm calling bull." I laugh out, hardly able to believe a ridiculous story like that.
"It's true! It honestly happened." Jace says while throwing his hands up in the air, amused but slightly frustrated that I don't believe his fake story.
"So, you're telling me that you got so drunk that you ran around New York butt-naked, with a pair of antlers on your head?" I ask while raised an eye-brow.
"Exactly, you can always ask Alec if you don't believe me, he saw the whole thing." I shake my head and look down at the now empty Chinese take-out container in my hand.
"Don't worry, I believe you." I say with a light laugh. I get up and begin to busy myself with cleaning the apartment. As I begin washing the utensils, I feel Jace press up against my back, wrapping me in his arms as he places his head on my shoulder.
"You know, we haven't gone on a date for a while now." He begins to say.
"Jace, we went on a date just last week."
"Last week was so long ago though my dear, and don't deny it, you loved that date." He places a gentle kiss on my temple.
It's true, that date was amazing.
After out little hiccup, just sitting there taking in the scenery was exactly what I need—Jace was right. And I couldn't think of a better way to end the date than how Jace had.
I laid my head against his shoulder, breathing in the sweet aroma from the wildflowers as I admired the scene in front of me.
We sat like this for what felt like hours, in a complete blissfulness. Jace was twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers when he broke the silence.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked me. Such a simple question, but hidden within it was so much seriousness, concern, I knew there was no getting around this, so a serious answer I returned.
"Yes."
And for the first time in what feels like a long time, I actually truly meant that. Perhaps this will not be a journey I will have to face it alone—but with Jace.
Then, out of nowhere, Jace yelps, standing up in record timing as I fall out of his lap to the ground, complete and utterly confused on what just happened.
Jace reaches down, pulling me up as if I'm a small child and places me behind him, shielding me from whatever threat stands before him.
"Clary, slowly move back, don't make any loud noises or sudden movements." He forcefully tells me as he puts a hand behind him to hold me as we walk backwards."
"But Jace—" I begin to whisper but he cuts be off.
"Dear God Clary, do as I say if you want to live." He cries out in a hushed tone.
At this point, I'm thoroughly confused and scared. But that doesn't stop me from looking around him to see the horrific creature.
But as soon as I do, to Jace's fear, I burst out laughing.
"Jace, that's a duck!" I says in short breaths, once again unable to contain my laughter, going into another round of laughter.
The duck was probably twenty-feet away, minding its own business as it swam along on the pond's surface.
"Jace, you take down criminals for a living, and you're telling me that you're afraid of a cute little duck?!" This keeps getting better and better.
"First of all,' be begins to say, never taking his eyes off of the duck. 'they are not cute for a starters, and no sane person likes ducks, if they do, they should be checked into a mental institution."
"Oh Jacey, come on, let's get you home and away from the scary ducky." I say as if I'm talking to a small child.
And to my slight surprise, he agreed.
"Ha, you're right Jace, I did enjoy our little date. I enjoying learning new things about the people I date- like their greatest fears." I smile as I say this, imagining how much annoyance that would bring him.
He lets out a small growl in my ear and quickly jams his hands into my sides, tickling me. I let out a screech and push my back against his front, trying to move him back so I can book it to my room, lock myself in my room for five minutes and decide on what to do from there.
But despite my excellent plan, Jace wouldn't budge. The more I pushed against him, the closer I got to him and the more he tickled me.
At the end of the my horrifying experience, I was laying on the floor, tears from laughter slowly traveling down my face, and laying on top of me, supporting his body with his arms which laid on either side of my head was Jace.
He moves closer to me, moving his thumbs on my cheeks, whipping away the few tears that escaped. My breathing becomes slightly laboured; my eyes stay locked on his has he moves even closer, making the tips of my noses touch slightly. It wasn't until he moved even closer, sliding his nose against mine when I broke eye contact to glance at his lips—giving him the universal single.
And with that, he closed the small distance between us.
His lips—soft as a feather—moved roughly with mine—as if they were deprived of their life source—and mine were their only hope of survival. As my hands traveled over his slightly noticeable abs and higher one of his hands moved down, grasping my hip firmly, pulling me even closer, receiving a low moan from me as he does. His hand gliding over my stomach as he moved around to the zipper on my pants, slowly pulling it down—
Beep, Beep, Beep
I flinch at the high pitched squeal that broke me out of my entranced state. Out of annoyance, Jace lays flat on me, no longer supporting most of his weight himself as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, groaning loudly in my ear. After a moment of this, he finally decides to no longer suffocate me with his surprisingly large weight and answer his phone.
As he walked back into the livingroom I breath in a deep breath to clear my foggy mind. Once I get up from the kitchen floor I see my shirt laying near the stove—When the Hell did he take that off?
While I put my shirt on with a blush growing on my face, Jace returns to the kitchen, look none too happy.
"I'm sorry Clary, the boss called and said I'm need in the station—it's an emergency."
"Oh,' I begin to say, wondering what it must be that required them to call someone at eight in the evening on a Friday night back to work. 'is everything alright?"
"I don't know, he didn't want to get into any great details over the phone, can I make it up to you tomorrow night?" He asks me with a slight puppy dog face, I roll my eyes.
"I think I can work you into my schedule." I reply with a shrug of my shoulders.
"Good,' He laughs 'I'll see you tomorrow." He says as he moves towards me, cupping one of my cheeks as he gives be a quick kiss before turning around and closing my front door quietly.
o.O.o
The Day after the robbery at the bank
Strangers Point of View
I scanned the photos again for what seemed like the hundredth time, taking a drag from my cigar as I analysed the photos from every person to every damn plant—memorising everything.
Loud cursing sounded through my door until a hard knock came through it.
"Come in." I said coolly. Seconds later, two of my men walk in dragging the pieces of shit that I hired. "Ahh, Jackson, how good of you to join me, would you like a drink?" I stand up from my desk, making my way to a little bar, pouring myself a drink.
"N-no thank-you, sir." Jackson stutters out, I shake my head as I pour him a drink, walking over to him and pausing beside him. Being as close as I was as I glazed down at him, the droplets of sweat was more noticeable and the rustling sound that came from his clothes due to his nervous shaking was more clearer to hear. I leaned forwards slightly more and slam down his glass onto my desk, making the glass shatter and Jackson shut his eyes as he holds his breath for a moment. It wasn't until I made my way around my desk to my chair that he decided to acknowledge me again.
"So, tell me Jackson. What happened yesterday? What happened with Malcolm and Carlson?" I said with no hit of emotion, making Jackson flinch.
"M-Mm-Malcolm is died sir, and Carlson was taken into Police custody. It was Lightwood sir, he was fucking with us the whole time, he sold us out!"
I shake my head slowly, looking down for a moment just to emphasise my displeasure even more. "And whose fault is that, Jackson?"
"I don't—" He began to say, a confused look evident on his face.
"Who was in charge of hiring those men for the job?" Realisation became clear on his face until it was replaced with fear moments later.
"I was in charge of that sir." He says- slight dread lased in his voice.
"That's right!" I say as if I'm talking to a small child who got the right answer to a simple question. "And you are going to fix it, and if you don't." I pick up my .22 Revolver from my desk drawer, placing it between myself and Jackson. Leaving the last part of my sentence—not needing to say it in order for him to understand.
"I won't fail you sir."
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Q&A
One of the reviews I got asked me if I was planning on having Clary and Isabelle become best friends, and at this point in the story I don't think I will. When I write these chapters, I don't really plan ahead on what I will be writing, and I feel like at this point in the story, Clary making a new friend wouldn't really fit, but you never know what will happen in the future!
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