Clary paced across the hardwood floor in Jace's and Alec's apartment, chewing her fingernails down until they began to bleed. Jace had left her apartment that morning for work, and she hadn't heard from him since. In fact, nobody had heard from him, and it was nearing midnight. She had called his phone only to be sent to voicemail. She had called Luke, who told her he hadn't heard from him all day. Finally, she showed up to his apartment. He wasn't there, but Alec was, and he also hadn't head from his friend.

Her mind was imagining the worst. Jace was never one to have his phone off, and he always told Alec if he was going to be late. No text was sent and no voicemail had been left. Clary was beginning to imagine the worst. Jonathan was still out there. What if he was using Jace to get to her? What if he had him tied up in that basement and was torturing him at this very moment?

"Can you please stop the pacing and calm down?" Alec asked. He had been sitting on the couch, watching her.

"Calm down?" she scoffed, throwing her hands into the air. "Jace is missing and Jonathan is still out there. What is there to be calm about?"

"It's not an ideal situation, but you staying up all night pacing isn't going to do anything." He stood up from the couch. "I'm going to bed, and I suggest you do that same. You're welcome to stay here if you'd like."

With that he turned and walked to his room, leaving her all alone. She knew Alec was right. Her worrying wasn't helping anything, but she wouldn't be able to sleep at a time like this. Every time she closed her eyes, she pictured Jace in place of all those people who she had seen in Jonathan's basement.

Sighing, she walked toward the bedrooms. Instead of going to the room that she had stayed in before, she went straight to Jace's room. Without turning the light on, she carefully walked across his floor and laid down on his bed. Rolling over, she buried her face into his pillows and inhaled. They smelled like clean linen, soap, and him.

A few tears leaked from eyes, wetting the pillow. Her and Jace were finally getting to a place she liked, and now he was gone. What if he really had been taken by her brother? Would he forgive her for whatever happened? Would she even see him again?

Even with questions and morbid thoughts swirling around her brain, she eventually found sleep.

She was woken up by someone roughly shaking her arm.

"Clary, come on," Alec said. "Get up."

She forced her eyes open, and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was only six in the morning. She turned her attention to Alec. He had changed out of his sleep clothes and had a frantic look on his face. That look caused her heart rate to pick up. She knew in her stomach that it had something to do with Jace.

"What happened to Jace?" she asked, jumping out of the bed.

"The hospital called. We gotta go now," he said, pushing her out of the room.

"Is- Is he-"

Alec shook his head. "The nurse said it's not life threatening, but that was all the information she was willing to give me over the phone."

He grabbed a set of car keys off the kitchen counter as they walked by. Clary walked numbly behind me. The words not life threatening kept running through her mind. She felt relief at them, but the worry still gnawed at her. What had happened to Jace? Just because his injuries weren't life threatening didn't mean he was okay. Clary had seen the damage Jonathan had caused first hand. Most of it wasn't lethal, but that didn't make it pretty. People had lost appendages, teeth, and other small body parts. What if he had permanently damaged Jace in someway? How could she live with herself knowing her brother had caused him harm in some way?

Alec was silent for the entire drive to the hospital. Clary had a feeling he had similar thoughts occupying his mind. Plus, he and Clary weren't exactly close, and it didn't seem like an appropriate time to be making small talk. Glancing at the speedometer, she noticed he was going well above the speed limit, and was not surprised they arrived at the hospital in record time.

He quickly parked the car, and Clary was out before he even turned the engine off. Alec's long stride allowed him to easily catch up to her, and they entered the waiting room together. Alec strode confidently up to the front desk with Clary an inch behind him.

"I'm looking for Jace Wayland," he told the nurse behind the counter.

"Wayland," she muttered to herself as she typed his name into the computer. Her eyes scanned the screen and she said, "Room 204. Down the hall, take a left."

The second she gave the room number, Clary walked off, not bothering to wait for Alec. Walking as fast as her legs could carry her, she turned at the end of the hall and read the room numbers to herself. Passing room 202, she paused for a second. Was she really ready for whatever was waiting for her in the next room?

Taking a deep breath, she moved onto the next room. The door was cracked open, and she could hear voices inside. She heard Jace laugh and gently pushed the door open.

Jace was sitting on the edge of a crisp, white hospital bed shirtless with a pair of black slacks hanging low on his hips. Standing next to him was a beautiful blonde-haired, green-eyed nurse who was wrapping a bandage around his left bicep. There was a slight blush coloring her cheeks, and she was laughing along with Jace.

Clary pushed the door open a little wider, and the hinges squeaked. Jace's head snapped in her direction. Once his eyes landed on her, a dazzling smile stretched across his lips.

"Oh, hey, Clare," he said.

She just looked at him and burst into tears in response. Every emotion she had been feeling since the first time his phone went straight voicemail caught up with her. She had thought he would be seriously injured, or worse. But here he was. He looked completely fine aside from the bandage on his arm.

The smile from his face, and his eyes widened in alarm. "What's wrong?"

The nurse had finished with the bandage, and she glanced between the two of them. "I'll, uh, leave you guys alone. If you need anything, press the call button," she said before scurrying out of the room.

Clary just stared at him in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she cried. "What's wrong? You disappear without a trace and we get a call about you from the hospital and you ask what's wrong? I thought something terrible happened to you, that's what's fucking wrong!"

"Shit, Clary," Alec said from behind her. "You need to quiet down. I could hear you down the hall." He squeezed past her into the room and sat in the chair next to Jace's bed. "What the hell happened, bro?"

Jace ran the hand of his uninjured arm through the mess of curls on his head. "We got a tip from Raphael about a sudden plan Jonathan had made to intercept another drug shipment. We ambushed them, and I got shot in the crossfire."

Clary gasped, her right hand lifting up to cover her mouth. Jace gave her a crooked smile.

"Don't worry darling, it was a clean shot. Bullet went straight through. I should be all healed in a few weeks."

"What about Morgenstern?" Alec asked.

Jace grinned. "We got him. He's currently being held in the FBI building for questioning before being transferred to a correctional facility."

Alec let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. "That's the best news I've heard in ages."

Clary stepped farther into the room, putting her back against the wall next to the door before sliding to the ground. Jace and Alec both looked at her.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked, his brow furrowed.

She nodded listlessly. Jonathan was caught. He hadn't taken Jace. He hadn't hurt him. He wasn't going to hurt anyone anymore.

"Are you sure? I thought you'd be a little more excited about the news," Alex said.

She nodded again. "I'm just," she paused, trying to find the write word, "processing it all. Less than twelve hours ago, I thought Jonathan had gotten to Jace. But he didn't. And- And he's in jail now."

"Oh, Clary," Jace said, getting off the bed. He gingerly walked over and sat down next to her, wincing slightly. "Is that why you were so upset earlier?"

"Yeah," she responded, her voice cracking.

He wrapped his uninjured arm around her and kissed her temple."I'm so sorry I had you worried. I just couldn't tell anyone about the mission and we had to leave right then. I didn't think about how it would affect everyone."

"It's fine," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I understand."

"Oh, good. You're here," a voice said from the doorway. They all turned to see Zachariah standing at the entrance of the room. Clary had expected him to be there for Jace, but was surprised to find him staring directly at her.

"Me?" she asked.

Zachariah rolled his eyes. "Yes, you. I need you to come to field office with me."

Clary scoffed at him. "I am not getting harassed by you in an interrogation room again."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "I don't want to question you. Jonathan Morgenstern is refusing to tell us anything without first talking to his sister."

"Absolutely not!" Jace interjected, heaving himself off the linoleum floor.

"I don't believe it's your choice to make, Agent Wayland," Zachariah stated.

"I am not allowing her in the same room with that monster again."

Clary also clamored off the floor, albeit a lot less gracefully than Jace had. She placed her hands on her hips and looked at Jace. "Oh? You're not going to allow me?"

Jace raised his hands up in front of him. "That's not what I meant."

Clary ignored him and turned to Zachariah. "I'll do it."

"But, Clare-"

She put a hand up, signaling for Jace to stop talking. "I need to do this, Wayland. It'll help get him to talk, and, if anything, it might help me get some closure."

Her stomach was in knots as she followed Zachariah into the viewing room of an interrogation room. Through the mirror, Clary could see Jonathan sitting at a metal table. His hands were cuffed and placed on the table in front of him, and there were shackles around his ankles. He was already wearing an orange Department of Corrections jumpsuit, and she wondered where it came from if he'd been held here the whole time.

"I'll be standing here watching the whole time," Zachariah said. "If anything happens, or if I think things are going south, I'll get you out of there."

She nodded mutely at him, staring at Jonathan for a moment longer before walking through the door next to the one-way mirror. He gave her a predatorial smile as she entered the room.

"Clarissa," he purred. "I am so glad you make it."

Clary pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. She put her elbows on the table and leaned into her hands. "I must say, Jonathan, orange is really not your color."

He smirked at her. "Don't fret, dear sister. I won't be in this hideous attire for too much longer."

She shrugged. "I dunno. I feel like you might have that on for 25 to life."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I am innocent until proven guilty and have a right to a fair trial. My lawyer is on his way, and he hasn't lost a case yet."

"I can't wait to see his reaction when he loses his first one then," she said, taking her arms off the table and leaning back in the chair. "Now, why did you want to speak to me?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Is it a crime for a brother to want to see his sister?"

"If it was, it definitely wouldn't be the worst you've committed. Why am I here?"

"I just wanted to check in with you, Clarissa. See how you were holding up. How's that boy toy of yours healing?"

Clary stiffened. "I don't want you talking about Jace, letting alone thinking about him."

"Ah. So he's a touchy subject now, isn't he? Interesting."

Clary glared at him. "What's interesting?"

He smiled at her, malice in his eyes. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about what a shame it would be if something were to happen to our dear friend Agent Wayland."

"Don't you fucking dare," she forced out through clenched teeth. "You'll be locked up anyway. How are you going to do anything?"

He laughed. "My sweet, naïve Clarissa. Don't you understand? I have people everywhere."

"What would you be hoping to accomplish anyway? We already have you. You're already going to prison."

He leaned across the table, getting as close to her as possible. "You burned me, Clarissa. It's only fair I return the favor."

Slamming her hands on the table, she stood up. "You touch him, and you fucking die," she seethed before turning and exiting the room.

The second door the closed behind her, the tough girl façade she had kept up with Jonathan crumpled. Leaning against the door, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep her emotions at bay. She was not about to break down in front of Zachariah.

When she opened her eyes again, she was startled to see Zachariah was no longer the only person in the room. Jace and Alec had joined him. Jace had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and his arm was now in a sling. He was looking at her with a soft expression.

"You did a really good job in there, Clare," he said.

"Thanks," she muttered before looking at Zachariah. "I hope he talks to you now."

"I'm sure once his lawyer shows up he will be more than willing. If we get anything good out of him is another story."

"What do you mean?"

"He was right about one thing, Miss Fray. He does have a right to trial. If he doesn't plead guilty, and I have a feeling he won't, this whole thing is going to court. You better prepare yourselves."