****These characters are not mine. They belong to lovely miss Cassandra Clare. Only this crazy, twisted plot is my demon spawn. Mwahahahahaha. Thanks for reading!******

~Remember…this shit is rated M for a reason~

A/N: Not even gonna make excuses. I can't even believe how long it's been since I've posted anything. I've been working on one shots but have been so disorganized that I ended up starting like 12 and hopping back and forth between each. If you're familiar with how I normally write, you know my one shots are going to either be really long or turn into two or three shots and will still be long haha. Also, I started working on another story, yes I know that makes 3 but I gotta go with what's calling to me. I'll try to update CIAP, for those of you who read it, soon.

Anyway, here's the long awaited FINAL CHAPTER of Hello so don't forget to review! Next up, Part 3 titled Water Under The Bridge, hopefully, also coming soon.

Also the playlist on Spotify for this series has been updated. Just search for reppinda5o3 Send My Love/Hello/Water Under The Bridge Fanfics or here is the version of the link the FFN will actually let me post! h-t-t-p-s : / / open dot spotify dot com/user/1235861650/playlist/11pzLPQKBJ6BiTw8zkcWXM?si=Luh-d3jpQymFNhWygsx5xA

Don't forget to remove the dashes in the h-t-t-p-s part, take out the extra spaces and change the dots to periods!

Story Song:

*Adele - Hello*

Chapter Songs:

*Gavin DeGraw - Not Over You*

*Charlie Puth, Selena Gomez - We Don't Talk Anymore*

*Aaron May - In Love*

3 Months Later

Jace sat sipping his coffee on the back deck of a house overlooking the water on the edge of the Sound. He'd just finished corresponding with Bat via email, making sure that things continued to run smoothly in his absence. So far, the place hadn't burnt down so apparently his company didn't need him to actually be there to run it like the well oiled machine it was.

The morning after his big breakdown, Jace rose before the sun, packed a bag, got in his car and drove with no destination in mind. He felt ill and he knew going on like nothing had changed wasn't possible. Somehow, the thought felt like scouring sandpaper on his skin, rubbing him raw. He had to get away. He traveled North for over 18 hours before he stopped in Seattle. He'd made the trip there many times but he usually flew and it was usually to see clients for work.

After a good nights rest in a good hotel, following his long drive, he went for coffee and decided since he had yet to figure out a destination, that he'd just take in the atmosphere. He'd been there for a little over 2 hours when he ended up meeting a couple that were going to visit their daughter in Boston while she prepared to have their first grandchild. They wouldn't have any use for their house for close to 4 months and had posted an ad a few days earlier to rent it out while they were gone. Jace immediately offered to rent it and the couple agreed after spending another hour in conversation with him. Jace was able to move in that afternoon.

He'd spent 3 blissful months there and even though his mind had still been way too overactive, at least he was pretty much alone. It did, however, give him the time he needed to detox and reflect on how he'd been acting. But his time was coming to a close and even though he knew he had to eventually go back and face reality, he wasn't sure he wanted to. The idea still gave him pause.

When he first got there, he had received what felt like non stop calls from Izzy but he wasn't ready to talk to her so he ignored them. He supposed when she realized he wasn't answering her, he roped Alec and Max into calling too because it wasn't long before their phone calls and texts started coming in as well. Needless to say, his phone had been turned off for quite awhile and the prospect of turning it back on and seeing how many voicemails he had, asking where he was, seemed like the last thing he wanted to deal with.

Jace took one last look at the water and sighed before grabbing his empty coffee cup and taking it inside. He took sausage, hash browns and eggs out the refrigerator so he could get started on cooking breakfast. Pouring himself another cup of coffee, he flipped on his satellite radio, tuning it to his favorite morning station.

It took him less than 15 minutes to have his breakfast ready to go. He took himself and his food over to the table and started eating while continuing to listen to a doctor talk about molecular biology. When her segment was over, he heard a man introduce the next guest and his teeth clenched without his permission. The control he had falsely convinced himself he'd honed over the months he'd been tucked away in his paradise, was a joke that shattered under the slightest strain. The moment he heard her voice, his feelings were all over the place. He didn't know whether to shut it off or listen as intently as he possibly could. He ended up on a stool in the kitchen with the volume turned up louder than necessary and the radio closer to his ear than he would ever admit in company.

He wasn't sure why he'd decided to torture himself—no, he knew exactly why he was choosing to torture himself—he would never not be in love with that woman and even if she was getting married, whether or not he drowned himself at the bottom of a bottle, regardless if he ran away or not...Clary would always be the love of his life. He was pulled out of his head by the piece of conversation coming through the speaker.

"...this new foundation you've started with PlameCorp and Star Is Born Entertainment."

"The foundation is called Little Bits and is specifically for giving the option to different companies to provide daycare facilities for use by their employees so they don't have to worry about childcare. The idea is to make it easier for parents to know their kids are well taken care of and to take some of the extra burden off. PlameCorp and Star Is Born ENT were our pilots and we ended up increasing efficiency by an average of 36 percent because employees weren't having to leave work due to issues with childcare. Some of these facilities already existed because they're used for the You Are Worth It program but what we've been able to accomplish by overhauling and adding over 87 new locations is just amazing. Our facilities are popping up in every major city. We have contracted with over 660 companies throughout the US. All of our locations have teachers, behavior specialists, nurses, as well as childcare providers. They have a dedicated fleet of vehicles with drivers and at least 3 advocates that with parental authorization, can go on a pickup list at the child's school in case they have to go home sick. All employees, of course go through an extensive background check to ensure the safety of everyone involved.

Each center has a medical bay so the sick kids can rest away from the other children. They're all equipped with top of the line security systems to ensure safety but they also all have playgrounds, monitored and timed entertainment rooms, libraries, gourmet healthy cafeterias and more. And for these employers that have chosen to participate, they receive a tax break for their involvement and for the employee, this is an included benefit of working for their company. All of this is on top of the study areas and resources for the parents that are working while going to school so it's an added incentive for furthering education."

"You, along with Matt Nelson and Steve Jones are really making a splash in the business world. This is completely innovative and must have cost a fortune. How did you pull everything together...and so quickly? I heard this project has only been in the works for around 8 months? How many of these locations do you plan to erect?

"7 actually." He could hear her giggle and Jace smiled. She was embarrassed. "And we plan to have a total of 150 by the beginning of next year."

"Very ambitious."

"As far as how it got done so quickly, all I can really tell you is that I'm organized and determined so when I want something done, it gets done. Matt and Steve are extremely intelligent and resourceful; They aren't CEOs of some of the largest companies in the US by accident. They put their heads together, got the word out to their contacts and before we knew it, we had buildings under construction and interviews in progress. We've had buildings donated as well as plenty of funds due to their efforts. So really what it boils down to is, they did all the work and I just stood at a drawing board and bossed around two gracious and very patient CEOs all day." She laughed again. God he loved her laugh.

"I think you're afflicted with false modesty. I spoke to Matt and Steve this morning and while they were sad they couldn't be here, they thought you were the best representative for the project. They both said none of this would've happened without you. You were the driving force that set the plan in motion and they said they'd never worked with anyone more suited to be a CEO that didn't actually hold the title." He could imagine her blushing. "Plus, i don't think i was supposed to bring this up but I think Matt has a little crush on you."

"Matt, if you're listening— which I assume you've cancelled whatever meeting you had scheduled so you could listen to me talk you up—I think we make really good business partners and I enjoy working with you. However, I'm not the one for you. I do have this friend though..."

"Alright, alright, this isn't the dating game. Hook him up in your free time.

Speaking of though...when our listeners found out you were going to be on the show today, we got a lot of requests for information on our website, so I have to ask. You're an independent Forensic Investigator, not to mention the youngest and one of the most sought after on the east coast if not in the US. You've had 4 books published, 1 of which made it onto the New York Times Bestsellers List. You have another nonfiction title releasing next week called 'Blood In, Blood Out' which gives the inside scoop of cases you've been involved in that you and your team were able to solve mostly with the help of blood spatter analysis. You've successfully started multiple charities, the 'You Are Worth It' Grant program to send working parents back to school is helping over 10,000 parents across the US and now the Little Bits foundation. My sources also tell me that in your free time, you teach Aikido and Krav Maga at two different community centers, You bake and contribute to 'Meals On Wheels'. Clary, even a gay man can tell you're absolutely gorgeous. That pretty much makes you the whole package. Is there someone you go home to at night that gets to appreciate all that? Enquiring minds want to know."

Jace knew what was coming. He shouldn't have been getting so upset. He'd known for months but somehow it still hadn't gotten any easier to hear the words spoken out loud. He braced himself to hear her gush about her fiancé and all of her wedding plans, thinking he could handle it.

"Oh...I feel like that's kind of personal..." He switched off the radio before she could even finish her sentence. He couldn't do it. He wasn't ready. And he realized he may never be. He loved her, plain and simple but he knew that he had some more thinking to do, especially after their last conversation.

Jace spent another 3 weeks enjoying the peace and quiet but then he received an email from Bat about a client coming in that refused to work with anyone else but him. It was a client Jace had had since before he'd started up his own company. Jace knew how particular James Conway could be and he couldn't blame him. He'd been cheated out of $250,000 by his last financial advisor and Jace had made him more than 6 times that since the beginning of their business relationship when he was fresh out of college.

Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell weren't due back for another week but Jace had been told that if there was an emergency and he needed to leave early, he could leave the keys with their neighbor. Jace packed up his things, dropped the keys off and was gone the next morning before sunrise. He didn't feel as excited about getting back as he was about leaving and James wasn't expecting to see him for a few days so he made the drive in two days instead of one, stopping to sleep at a hotel along the way.

When he finally arrived home, he set his bag down and decided it was time to turn his phone back on. The number of texts and voicemails that came through was higher than even Jace expected. Rather than listen to them, he cleared out his voicemail inbox and quickly scanned through his texts.

He knew the first thing he needed to do was apologize to Izzy, she took care of him when he needed her and then he completely freaked out on her before he just up and left in the middle of the night. He sent her a text.

J: Back in town. Need to talk to you. Are you free?

Iz: I guess. Although, you could've made an effort to talk to me 4 months ago.

J: I know and I'm sorry. Just come over please. I'll have food and wine waiting. Hurry before it gets cold.

He ordered takeout from her favorite Thai restaurant and pulled out a bottle of Sancerre that had been chilling in his fridge since before he left.

It only took Izzy about 25 minutes to get there. The food arrived just before she did. Jace poured her and himself a glass of wine and they sat down to eat. The silence between them was awkward and neither one of them was used to it. Finally, Izzy couldn't take it anymore and set her fork down.

"So I know you went to all this trouble to get me over here but what was the point if we're just gonna sit in silence...not that I don't appreciate the free food and a reason to get drunk off of someone else's alcohol."

Jace sighed. He knew what he wanted to say, just not how to say it. The plan seemed a lot better before Izzy was actually sitting in his house than it did now that she was there. Oh well, he better just get his explanation over with and hope that she understood. He poured her another glass of wine, sticking with his own still half full glass.

"The night I left, I called Clary, as you know." A worried look crossed Isabelle's face. "I had begged Alec for her number and had been calling her for awhile and that was the night she finally decided to answer. I was pretty drunk, like I pretty much have been for months until I dried out when I was on... let's call it a sabbatical. I blamed her, Iz. Pretty much told her that us breaking up was her fault which of course is stupid because nothing about what happened had anything to do with her, it was all on me and I have to own that.

The sad thing is, she didn't even really yell; just made all these logical statements about why everything I had said and done was ridiculous and asked how she was supposed to trust me again. She didn't even tell me to fuck off, just ended the conversation with a goodnight and a take care of yourself. It was probably the shitiest apology I've ever given and despite providing me with the truth that I didn't want to hear, she was her normal, gracious self.

Then I beat up my best friend because I wanted someone else to blame; another decidedly low point in my life but he has been a catalyst for a lot of bad decisions I've made in my romantic life. Doesn't mean he deserves to get knocked out so that's someone else I have to see but I need to rethink how I interact with Bash from here on out.

The icing on the shit cake though, was when you told me that Simon asked Clary to marry him. That was just too much after the night I'd already had and I had to get away. I knew if I stayed, I'd just continue to drink myself to death and I didn't answer anyone's calls because I just needed to sort myself out before I started talking about my feelings to anyone else. You guys all remind me of her. You all talk to her, you all know how she's doing and I wasn't strong enough not to ask. I was trying to get over something I could never have back and probably never deserved in the first place and I needed to be completely alone to reflect on my behavior to wholeheartedly accept that she's never coming back to me." Izzy went to interrupt but Jace kept on going. "But you know what I realized in the almost 4 months I was gone? I can't give her up. As long as I'm breathing, she will be the only one for me. As long as I am in existence and probably longer than that, she'll be the one great love that I had and gave up because I wasn't man enough to hold onto the most precious being in the universe. She's it, Iz. Denial somehow allowed me to go over 8 years without her in my life but whether she's married to Simon or not, I will never stop loving her. I can't. I know I could never deserve her but I would be honored if she would even allow me to be her friend at this point. I don't think I could be happy with just that but I was selfish all throughout our relationship. It's time I made it about her and what makes her happy. All I want is her back in my life. The rest, I'll figure out a way to handle.

"Fucking finally. It took you long enough. I have been waiting for you to get your shit together for years. I was so pissed at you when you fucked it up with her. She's one of the good ones, Jace. The best one, really. You hurt her and she's the last person who deserved it."

"I know, Iz. I don't blame Simon for wanting to put a ring on that finger. She's worth it."

Izzy sighed, fighting with herself. She knew the things Clary told her weren't meant to be shared but she felt like after the last conversation she had with the redhead, it was apparent that she wasn't necessarily as over Jace as she thought, no matter how much she tried to hide it. She just didn't want to be hurt like that again. And Jace had finally gotten his head out of his ass so maybe it could work. If nothing else, they could at least get some real closure after all the feelings that had been stirred up but Izzy had a feeling it'd turn out to be more than that.

"Listen, Jace. I shouldn't be telling you this and Clary will probably have my ass for it but she was really fucked up after your phone conversation. We spoke the day after you left and what you did brought a lot of shit back up that she thought she'd gotten over."

Jace was ashamed. He knew he'd made her life miserable when they broke up but to know he was causing her more pain made him hurt too.

"What I'm saying is, it may be a good idea to reach out to her again now that you're sober and try to have a real adult conversation with her. I think she might have some real things to get off her chest rather than just countering your arguments and maybe you guys can even be friends." Jace was immediately lost in thought about when to call Clary and what he would say to her this time. How he would listen and let her get her feelings out and how he would make sure he didn't fuck it up this time.

"Oh and Jace?" He snapped his head to Izzy, looking at her questioningly. "Clary said no...to broke up about a month and a half ago"

Jace was wondering if he was dreaming. She wasn't with Simon anymore. She wasn't engaged. She was single. She was SINGLE.

—

Clary woke up to a pounding noise coming from her living room. She cracked an eye open and glancing at the clock on her nightstand, realized it was only a quarter to six. She was hoping it was just a dream and rolled over to go back to sleep.

Right as she was drifting back off, she heard it again. Being thoroughly irritated, as it was her one day to sleep in, she hauled herself out of bed and slipped her blanket around her before exiting her room.

"What the hell? It's not even 6 yet," she said, incredulously as she ripped the door open. When she looked up to see who the annoying person destroying her slumber was, her voice caught in her throat because there stood the last person she ever expected to see darken her doorstep, none other than Jace Herondale, the man who broke her heart.