Hey guys, SShinyEspeonn here.

I'm going to be honest. I sort of lost inspiration during this and started concentrating more on my other fanfiction. I almost decided to put a permanent hiatus on this! But then I slapped myself mentally and told myself to finish this fanfiction no matter what.

So here I am.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own TMI, just borrowing the characters. This plot though, belongs to me. I said in the previous chapters that there were going to be OC's, but there are going to be none. But the characters a little OOC.

And without further ado, enjoy this chapter of Agent in High School!

Clary POV:

I shooed Jace away, making him go scout to see if his parents were still unconscious or up and about. Some may ask me why I'm sending an untrained person to face two S-ranked criminals. But I actually did think, knowing that his parents would probably kill me if I went out but not kill Jace if they saw him.

While I was waiting for Jace to come back, my phone rang, making me jump.

Looking at the caller id, I found out it was father. I immediately picked up, wondering why he called.

"Hello?" I said into my phone, holding it with my right hand. "Why did you call, Father?"

"Hello, Clarissa?" a familiar voice said. Still calling me that instead of Clary. "I heard that the client's adopted son learned of his birth parents," he said.

"How do you know that?" I asked. Mr. and Mrs. Lightwood couldn't possibly know that.

"I have my ways," he said with an annoyed tone. I stopped my interrogating immediately. "Anyways, the clients were informed of this. They were understanding. Your mission has changed. You are to protect their adopted son from his birth parents."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see that. "Yes, sir."

After that, the phone call ended.

I sighed, trying to look at the bright side. At least I didn't get a big lecture or anything. And I might still get my payment.

While I was emerged in my thoughts, I didn't notice that Jace came back. He must have took that opportunity because he sneaked behind my back and then clamped his hands onto my shoulders. I jumped, turning back and holding my gun up. My heart was thumping hard, panicking. When my vision cleared, I realized it was Jace.

"For an undercover agent, you suck at paying attention," he said, kidding around.

"Shut up! This is no time for fooling around. Anyways, how are your parents doing?" I asked, getting strait into the point.

"Sheesh, you sound like Maryse," Jace muttered, rolling his eyes. I gave him a cold look that said to tell me the information, and that I heard what he muttered. "Fine, fine. Celine and Stephan Herondale are still knocked out cold, though when I accidentally made a sound, they stirred. They're probably going to wake up if we whisper around them, or even try to sneak past them."

I nodded. "Then I'm going to have to shoot them," I said.

"What?!" Jace yelled, and soon after that, I clamped my hand over his mouth.

"Shut your mouth, Jace. Thanks to you, your parents are probably awake, making this considerably harder. Thanks a lot."

Jace peeled my hand off his mouth. "Why can't you just knock them out again?"

I looked at him like he asked the dumbest question on the planet. Which he obviously did. "They know what to expect now. I took them on by surprise before. They probably didn't think that I knew how to fight that well. It leaves my gun our only option." Then. My voice lowered. "And besides, death is way too kind of a treatment for them. They murdered a total of seventeen people. Eighteen, if you count my mom."

Jace's eyes softened. I knew that look. He felt sorry for me. Pity. I hate it.

"Let's go," I said, handling my ATI FX45 with ease. I got up, opening the door as silently as possible. Even though I tried my best to slowly open the poorly painted door, it creaked.

I walked to where the Herondale's were knocked out, unconscious. And like I predicted, they weren't lying on the ground. No, they were standing upright, with glares that were directed to me. If glares good kill, I would be dead ten times over.

Jace's birth parents circled around said boy and me. I had a really bad feeling about this, and wasn't going to let my father down by failing my first, well technically second, mission.

"Go," I said, pushing the blonde haired boy away from the area. "If you don't go, you're going to get hurt, making me fail my mission."

Jace looked reluctant, but went away anyway. I could only hope that he had the sense to call the police after getting to safety. I could hope that I could put up a fight, but that probably wasn't true.

"We'll go after our son. But before that, we'll take care of you."

Then, the two murderers launched themselves towards me, knife in hand.

Me: And that's it! Also, I'm going to try a new kind of intro and outro. So here!

Clary: Wait, where am I?

Me: In my head, silly!

Jace: Okay… Wait… WHAT?!

Clary: WHY THE HELL AM I STUCK IN A PERSON'S HEAD!

Me: SHUT THE HELL UP! *Regains composure.* Hope you enjoyed this chapter, Ciao!