Again, where the hell does the time go? Some important events in my live since we've chatted…

-My sister got married; I was the maid of honor.

-I started my junior year at school.

-The Mortal Instruments: City Of Bones came out in theaters and I met Lily Collins Twice!

-Cheer has been a bitch since we have so much shit to do with homecoming and all the games and blah blah blah.

-I MET VERONICA ROTH! (and obvi Allegiant came out.)

-Multiple sweet sixteens and parties I had to go to.

-HOMEWORK, of course.

But now I am freshly showered (I don't know if I'm the only one who likes to shower before writing) and I just finished a cup of tea which means…. I'M READY TO WRITE!

So I like where all the guesses are going! And I'm not saying anyone is right or wrong or maybe even half right. All will be reveled in time, young grasshoppers.

***IMPORTANT*** Please go read my friends fan fictions, she (PURRINA57) is an amazing writer (way better than me) and God I love her stories. I started with her first story 'The Four' which is completed, now the one that she is deeply in which is my personal favorite is "Half Truths' and that is not over yet and she just started a new one 'Always and Forever'. She updates like 4-5 times a week sometimes every day!

CLARY'S POV-

She sighed heavily looking around her new room. It was only until they caught the killer and besides she could spend more time with Jace. So why was she so freaking sad? Jonathan had been livid when he saw the photos and Stephen wouldn't even let his son see them. Now every time Clary walked outside she wondered if that person was watching her that second. While in the shower or changing she made sure the window blinds were down and the doors locked. She didn't even want to imagine if the killer had seen her naked. But clearly from the photos he had.

Two arms wrapped around her from behind, she leaned back into the warm body as he spoke in her ear, "We have to behave around Dad and Mom, and of course Jonathan. But when were alone don't think I won't take this golden opportunity to devour you." She giggled and turned in his arms.

She wrapped hers around his neck. "And what makes you so she I want to be devoured?" He mumbled something illegible and kissed her neck.

A voice cleared from behind them in the hall, "Jace what did I say?"

Jace sighed and turned to his father. "While she's in this house I must make room for the Holy Spirit," he winked at Clary. "But the Holy Spirit is very small dad, they just went on jenny craig."

Stephen Herondale shook his head amused and walked away just as Jonathan came up the stairs with another box of Clary's.

"Hey Clare-Bear!" He eyed Jace, "And Herondale."

Jace groaned, "Jon I thought we were cool."

Jonathan brushed past him and into her room. "As long as you're trying to sleep with my sister we aren't going to be cool." He dropped the box on her bed and started taking things out.

"It's not like that Jonathan Christopher. We are all living together now and we will be until they catch the killer-"

"God Clarissa, I can take care of you. We didn't need to move here! It's very kind of the Herondale's to let us stay but if we had been giving a choice we'd be home right now." Jonathan left without another word.

Clary still stared at the spot he'd been standing in. "He's been acting so weird." And it was true; he has been acting out of character. He watched Clary more carefully now and he had blew up when they were told they were moving in with the Herondale's, saying things like "I can take care of my sister just fine!" and "We should be at our home, together, not being babysat!"

"He's just stressed." She turned and smiled at Jace. Even when Jonathan was being an asshole to him he still stood up for his best friend. Jace pulled on her arm toward her new bedroom, "Come on let's start un-packing."

They sat there for the next two hours going through her things and placing them where Clary dictated they would go. She was at peace just goofing around with her boyfriend and finally getting to laugh at the small jokes Jace would make.

"Clary?"

She turned toward him just as he grabbed her face and sealed her lips with his. She let out a surprised squeak but then started to kiss him back. His hands moved from her waist down to her hips as he lifted her up and moved across the room. The first thing she felt other than his lips was her back against her bed. She nibbled at his lower lip drawing it into her mouth. Jace let out a satisfied groan and started to tug her shirt up. That little voice in Clary's head thought she maybe should have stopped him since last time didn't end so well but at the moment she wanted that shirt off more than him. She broke away for a few seconds to lift it above her head and throw it to the floor. She expected him to start at her neck and was surprised when he attacked her chest, kissing and sucking on the skin of her breasts that spilled out over her bra.

"Jace," She moaned. Her head turned and she saw her dresser a few feet away. On it was a picture frame which contained a photo of her and Jonathan as kids together around Halloween. The photo itself wasn't what caught her attention; it was like there was a little red light in the corner of the frame. She focused her eyes closer and determined there definitely was a light shining.

"Jace stop." He immediately pulled away and gave her a confused look.

"What's wrong?"

She ignored him and climbed off the bed from out under him toward the dresser. Once she was in reaching range she grabbed the photo and looked at it more closely.

"You stopped us to look at a photo of you and your brother? Clare not gonna lie that's a little weird-"

"Shh!" She whispered, ripping the back out of the frame and looking inside. There were wires and a strange but thin looking device in it. "Oh God." She dropped it back onto the dresser face down and back away.

Jace was now standing next to her worried. "Clary seriously what's wrong?" He looked at the frame confused. "What's that?"

Clary shook her head and looked at him. "They're watching us." Jace took the frame into his hands and inspected it and he must have come to the same conclusions because he looked ready to throw the frame across the room. As he raised his arm she stopped him, "NO! It's evidence. You have to give it to your father."

He slowly nodded his head before calling loudly, "DAD!" Clary jumped into action and grabbed her shirt off the floor and threw it on. She gave Jace a hard glare. "Oh right, sorry."

Stephen Herondale was in the room a minute later slightly out of breath as if he ran here. He saw his son with his girlfriend in his arms both looking quite shaken up. "Where's the fire?"

"You have to get the police down here; someone isn't just taking photos of Clary." He nodded toward the frame. "They're videoing us."

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I hate this chapter; I feel like it does nothing and is kind of like a filler chapter.

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REVIEW! I don't think I'll update the next chapter till I reach 400 reviews. Sorry this wasn't like an overly long chapter but hey I tried. And I gave you like a tiny little sexy CLACE scene!