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So the chapters finally up, it's not as long as I promised some of you but that's only because I have made it into two chapters so there's another chapter just waiting for me to post ;)

So this chapter is a filler inner, but I think it's important because it has more of the other characters in it.

I'm sorry for the wait guys. Uni is really stressful, but I think, well I hope, that I've gotten on top of it now :)

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Jace's pov

The wind was chilly today as it swept through my damp locks. I glanced up at the darkening sky hoping the rain wouldn't arrive that was scheduled to come any day now. When was the News ever right when it came to the weather anyway? I shifted back and forth on the spot trying to warm myself up as I waited for Simon. He had agreed to help with not much hesitation when he knew that this could help stop the danger that is forced upon Clary. Izzy texted me late last night saying he had agreed and would meet me outside our place this morning where we'd head back to his. That is why I was here, instead back with Clary…

This morning, when the sun had barely risen, I woke ready to head back to my house before Luke and Jocelyn got up. It was then that it struck me that after everything that has happened I was the happiest I had ever been because of the girl that lay curled up by my side, deep asleep. Even though to others she seems so scared and broken down because of what was inflicted on her, I can see passed all that. Every time her bright, green eyes flicker up at mine, I see the fight and courage that are set in them. I also see the worry she has for me and her parents in the creases in her forehead when she frowns, and how her eyes loses the sparkle, the same sparkle that always makes my frown surrender into a smile. Clary is surely the bravest person I know, not just because of the fight she has in her, but the love that she has for the ones that surrounds her.

So this morning, as I stared at her sleeping form, I couldn't stop the fast beat that my heart encountered or the stupid smile that spread across my face while my lips were pushed softly against her forehead as one thing raced through my mind, and the new, unknown feeling raced through my body. That was the moment I knew what people meant about feeling so much for one person, because right then I knew I was drop dead, over the heels, in love with Clary.

Beep. A horn shook me out of my thought. I looked up at the van that was parked unevenly beside me as the passenger's window rolled down. "Are you just going to stand there, or get in?" Simon yelled out, clearly just woken up as his hair stood at all different angles on his head.

"Well it wouldn't be too smart of me to just rush into the first car that parked in front of me after everything that has happened, don't you think?" I remarked as I pushed open the door and jumped into the van.

"Well I really don't think if you were going to be captured, that the person would be so obvious about it like kidnapping you in front of your house in daylight," Simon observed as he put the van into drive.

"It has happened before," I mumbled, as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to send a message to Clary.

"Really? Izzy never said you got kidnapped too, she just told me what happened to Clary at her house," Simon said sounding interested, as he quickly dodged a parked car on the side of the road.

"I was never told you talked so much," I grumbled, as I texted a quick good morning message to Clary, telling her to be safe before I looked up at Simon. "And I wasn't meaning myself; I was meaning what happens in the world in general…and finally, do you even know how to drive?"

"Even though I shouldn't answer that since you sounded like a rude prick, yes I do. I just don't normally drive this, and quite frankly, it's a piece of shit," he cursed while turning the corner sharply.

I grabbed a part of the dashboard that had been picked at from the ground by my feet. "I agree with you with the van being a piece of shit, but I don't know if I can agree with you that it's the cause of why you're such a shit driver," I smirked at him.

"Tell me again why I'm helping you?" he asked, turning to me quickly before looking back at the road.

"Because Izzy asked you to, and you're whipped by Izzy. Oh, and it's to help your best friend," I said simply.

"How am I whipped by Izzy?" he asked, his words came out in a rush.

My smirk grew even bigger. "Don't feel too special, she usually whips all her guy friends," I remarked.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a massive jerk?" Simon asked angrily.

"Only on my good days," I smirked.

The drive back to Simons was quiet after our little chat. Okay, so maybe I was a little bit of a jerk towards Simon, but I couldn't hold back my sarcastic comments when he made openings for them. I didn't mind the drive in silence though, it gave me time to think over the plan that I had seemingly come up with fast. Hack into a detectives email account, which hopefully will give me something to work with. Detective Starkweather is clever, but there must be something that he has forgotten to hide, there must be.

"So what's this favour anyway? Izzy just mentioned it's something that I could get pulled up on," Simon said, pulling into a short driveway.

"Don't worry, if anything happens I'll just say I threatened you to do it for me," I said casually, unbuckling my belt before turning to him. "I need you to hack into a Detectives private email."

Suddenly Simon stomped on the brakes without warning causing me to hit my head. "What the hell?" I cursed rubbing my forehead.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Simon said firmly, turning to me. "You know how serious this is if we get caught?"

"I know," I mumbled, rubbing my hands over my face before looking at him. "But I have a really bad feeling about him, and no one believes me when I say it."

"Because Detectives are supposed to be on our sides, so that's probably why they won't believe you so easier," Simon stated pulling up the handbrake.

"Don't you think I already know that?" I asked angrily. "That's why I'm asking for your help."

"Because you need proof that he's a crook?" he asked, grabbing the keys.

"Exactly," I smiled opening the door. "Ready?"

"Ready to do something illegal? Not really. But catch a crook? I think I am," he commented, following me out of the van.

I smirked at him as we walked into his house, but before shutting the door, I carefully looked around the street.

After explaining every little detail I knew about Detective Starkweather, and mine and Clary's case, Simon finally went to work on hacking into Starkweathers email address. All I could do myself was sit back and watch and dwell on the fact that hacking into his email could lead to nothing to show what a sick crook he truly was. Sitting around made me anxious and uneasy, especially knowing that every minute that this doesn't end Clary will be in danger. I shook my head as I ran a hand through it. "Have you done it?" I asked impatiently.

Simon huffed. "No, it takes longer than five minutes you know."

I groaned.

"What are you going to do if we don't find anything?" he asked, returning to his laptop and typed around furiously on it.

I slumped back on his sofa. "I'm not thinking about it," I said plainly.

"Well I think you should. With the stuff you've told me, Starkweather doesn't seem like he's an idiot, he's going to cover his tracks," he reminded me, like it was something I didn't know.

"There's always something," I told him, pulling out my phone and seeing a message from Clary waiting in my inbox.

"Yeah there is. It's just if you can find it or not that should really be concerning you," he said softly as if he was only half concentrating on our little conversation.

"There's no dealt in my mind that I won't find it," I said firmly before reading the text I had received from Clary.

Like I would go searching for danger :P. Morning anyway, oh and have a good day and be safe Goldie ;) x ~C

I smirked at her message. Whatever (oh how I wish they was a roll your eyes simile ;)). I have a busy day ahead of me, and probably will work into the night, so I don't know when I can see you…I miss you baby x ~ J Sent.

Placing my phone back into my pocket, I lay back on the sofa and started the wait for answers which seemed like they could go either in our favour or not.

Clary's pov

"Clary, the doors for you!" I heard Luke yell from downstairs.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was only just past 5pm. Jace said he'd be busy for most of the day and probably work into the night, so whoever was down there won't be him. Placing my sketchpad down on my nightstand, I made my way down the stairs to the front door; my eyes slightly widening at who it was.

"Izzy," I exclaimed. It felt like ages since I last saw her, and to be quite honest, I missed talking to another girl who wasn't my mom. "What are you doing here?"

Walking inside, she shrugged. "I was bored and was looking for some girl time, so," she said, holding up a patterned bag. "I brought nail polish, movies and junk food. What yah say for a girls' night with yours truly?"

I smiled. "Sounds perfect," I said, shutting the door and locking it behind me. "We could set up in my room and bring Luke and moms TV out of their room so we don't have to share the living room with them."

"Sweet," she smiled with a perfect set of teeth as she called a quick hello to mom before starting the stairs. "Coming?"

"Yeah," I replied following her up the stairs.

Once we were settled in my room, we had placed the food and nail polish on the bed before Izzy started painting my nails in a light pink coat of nail polish. This was nice. I hadn't really done this whole 'girls night in' thing before, and well it was different but nice, especially compared to the nights I used to spend with Simon watching Star Trek and Lord of the Rings. I never really got what it was like to have a friend who was a girl because at school I mainly had Simon; I didn't 'mingle, so I never had the opportunity to gain any friends that were girls.

Izzy was nice. She did seem self-centred at times, but underneath it all you saw the care and love she had for her family which in my own opinion was something really special because she seemed to, even though it might not be obvious, put them first before herself.

I watched her soft paint strokes as she applied nail polish to my nails. "You're really good at this," I said quietly.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking up at me for a moment with a smile. "I have been doing it for a while now, so practice has made me perfect, yah know?"

I chuckled. "Do you happen to paint or anything, because your hand seems quite steady with the brush," I wondered, watching her with her careful strokes.

She shook her head, just as a long, black lock untangled from her ponytail. Tucking it behind her ear, she looked back up at me. "I don't paint, but I want to be a clothes designer and own my own label one day, so I draw my own designs which is probably why I'm not too bad at this," she commented.

"You know," I said with a smile. "I could totally see you being a clothes designer too. You have this whole attitude that seems like fashionable clothes are the number one accessory you need for life."

"But just think about it: people are going to judge you on your appearance, so that's where fashion comes in. It lets you choose how people look at you," she said surely, as she carried on painting my nails.

"Yeah, I get that but not everyone has the same opinion as you do," I said truthfully.

She shrugged. "Well, you can't please everyone, right?" she said sweetly.

I blew out some air. "Well that's true…unfortunately," I said, examining my nails once she had finished them.

"Perfect, right?" she exclaimed, sitting up and looking proudly down at her finished work.

"Better than I would have done," I smiled. "Thanks, do you want me to do yours?"

"After that comment…I think I'd pass," she laughed slightly. "Now, tell me about you and Jace."

I looked over at the door quickly to make sure the door was closed, we had to be careful about talking about this just in case mom and Luke hears something. Seeing that the door was firmly shut, I turned back to her. "What do you want to know?"

She thought for a moment before shrugging. "Everything. How far have you guys been? He isn't pushing you into stuff right?" She asked seriously.

I frowned. "Of course not. Jace respects my wishes," I said.

She smiled. "Good. So I'm guessing not that far then?"

"Izzy!" I exclaimed.

"What?" She said with a grin. "This is a girl talk. This is always the main topic girls talk about."

"I thought it was clothes and periods and stuff…" I said. But as soon as I saw her confused expression, I quickly added, "You know that I never had many friends that were girls. I only had Simon and we only had conversations about games and TV shows."

She smiled. "Well we really talk about anything. So get talking missy," she insisted.

"Well what do you want to know exactly?" I asked warily.

"Well I guessing you and Jace haven't gone far," she began, causing me to blush. "Which means this is quite serious."

I paused before asking, "Why'd you think that?"

She shrugged. "Because he's waiting, you're waiting…it just seems like you two are taking things slow because what you have means a lot to both of you; which is adorable if I may just add."

I smiled at that. "He means so much to me…" I blushed, looking down at my hands. "I truly haven't felt this way towards someone before, which makes all this all the more confusing and frightening."

"You know he's feels the same way. He might not admit it, mainly because he's a stubborn guy who doesn't like to admit when he's afraid, but he does. He's always been hidden, especially with his feelings, but when you came along, his feelings were quite visible…well to me they were," she confessed smiling.

I felt my cheeks grow even warmer. "Sometimes it feels like a dream when I'm around him," I said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, when I'm with him it feels like there's no danger that's just around the corner, that he's not in danger, and I can just be normal teenager who's not afraid all the time," I confessed.

"Oh darl," she said softly, moving to sit beside me. "You do realise you both will get through this. He won't let anything happen to you."

"It's not me that I'm afraid of getting hurt," I said, an ache in my chest formed as I turned to look at her in the face. "It's him."

"I understand that he's doing something to help put this guy behind bars, knowing him it's probably something stupid which will lead to danger, but I have…" she began, but I interrupted her.

"He's doing what?" I asked firmly, shocked that this was the first I've heard of it.

"Shit…" she cursed. "Clary, he'll be fine, trust me…trust him."

I shook my head. "Izzy, Raphael wants to hurt Jace. Jace could be in even more danger going looking for him," I panicked.

"Hey, we don't even know for sure what he's doing is dangerous. I even told him if I found out it was, I would go straight to mom and dad," she smiled softly.

I let out a breath. "I guess."

"Just ask him when you next see him," she responded, before grabbing a handful of movies. "Now, which one?"

Jace's Pov

Simon's house was small. It was a three bedroom house where the lounge was joined onto the kitchen area. It was very different from my house where there were enough rooms to have a built in library. Despite the small, cramped living, Simon's house had something about it, a feel for it, like it was a true family home. I had strolled out of Simon's bedroom without him hearing, I needed some air anyway, and while I was walking to the front door I noticed for the first time the photos that hung on the plain, creamy yellow walls. They were of him and his family, which was rather small compared to the Lightwood family. It was only him, his sister and mother...there was no father in the photos. Even though he had a small family with no father, there wasn't one photo where he didn't look happy. It was that moment that I realised how happy he was in a life that most being would find dull.

"What are you doing?" Simons asked gradually, his voice straining with his exhaustion.

I turned my head to look at him. "I never realised your father wasn't in the picture," I said softly.

Simon shrugged. "He left when I was a baby," he said, looking over all the photos that hung on the wall. "It doesn't really bother me, you know? Like I never really met my father so how can I miss someone that I don't know?"

I closed my eyes and nodded in agreement. "You know for once you make complete sense in what you're saying," I said, before turning to him. "But seriously, I understand what you mean. I might not have gone through the feeling of it because of having Robert in my life, but I have had a father leave when I was only young too."

"Really?" He asked, shock shadowing his face.

I don't know if the shock was from finding out that I had a father leave me too, or if it was the fact that I was actually telling him something from my private life. "Yeah, but leave the questions, I don't really talk about that stuff anymore. The past is the past, right?" I said, looking at the photos once again. "It shouldn't be dug up once it's been buried."

"Yeah, I guess," he agreed, before rubbing his face. "You should get home. Hacking into Starkweather has become harder than I thought."

"You don't need my help?"

He shook his head. "No, I'll call you when I've got in," he replied.

"Alright," I said, slowly walking the rest of the way to the front door. Once there I rested my hand on the handle. "Thank you," I said in almost a whisper. With that, I walked out into the blackness of the night without hearing his response.

Clary's Pov

After the movies, we settled ourselves into my bed. Lying inches apart we stared up at the ceiling feeling sleep hanging above us like a heavy blanket.

"Thank you for letting me stay over," Izzy yawned, moving slightly so her back was to me.

"Anytime, I've enjoyed tonight," I said, feeling my eye grow heavy.

"Me too," she whispered, her voice almost silent as she drifted off into a sleep.

I smiled slightly before letting my eyes flutter closed. The last thing that ran through my head before I fell into a deep sleep was Jace and the ache I had knowing the danger that would come for him.

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