A/N: I am so sorry it's been so long... I just find it hard to get inspiration for what to write and yeah WRITER'S BLOCK... sorry _ . _

Chapter 44: I'm tired of crying so much

Simon's POV:

"Simon, who is it?" Izzy's question breaks his almost comatose state. Simon's mouth became dry, he tried to say her name but he only ended up choking on his unspoken words. Izzy giving up on Simon trying to say something looked over his shoulder to see the name on the caller ID.

When she saw Cris' name lit up on the screen, she couldn't help the joy that went through her but it was accompanied with worry and anxiety.

Simon felt exactly the same although there was more worry, as he was more than slightly worried for how Izzy was going to act. When she didn't say anything Simon looked up at her, to see the fresh tears that appeared his her dark eyes.

Simon lay a hand on her cheek and gently grazed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell down against her will. She leaned in slightly to his touch before reaching down and pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"Answer it, put it on loudspeaker and I'll record it," She instructed, her voice was still a bit hoarse but anyone could hear the glimmer of hope that was held in her tone. All Simon could do was nod as he thought that the voice he just heard sounded like the normal demanding Isabelle.

Simon quickly picked up the phone and pressed the answer button before the call ended.

"Cris!" Simon almost shouted at the phone, only to get a small smile against the slightly disapproving look Izzy gave him, probably because he just burst her ear drums.

"Wow, someone's excited," A deep voice answered, the voice seemed happy, almost ecstatic. "Were you hoping it was dear Crisiant?"

"Who are you?" Simon almost growled at the man. Well, he was guessing it was a man as not many women had such a deep voice.

"Wow, you're attitude changed quickly and here I was thinking you'd be some quiet nerd," The man answered his voice containing barely hidden amusement.

"Who are you?" Simon asked again, trying to rein in his anger and irritating. His knuckles turned white as he held onto the phone with such force, it could've broke.

"I'll admit that was not what I thought your first question would be. But for your sake I will answer your question. It doesn't matter who I am but who I am to her," The man paused his slightly sinister short monologue before beginning again when Simon said nothing. "Against your most probable wishes, I will not tell you that, where would I be if I gave that away to you?"

As the man continued speaking Simon barely recognised the thick Welsh accent the man held. "Then where is she?" Simon asked, in a not-so-friendly manner.

"Ah, dear boy, she is where she's meant to be, where she was born to be. She is with her family, isn't that everyone's dream; to know where they truly belong; who they truly are?" He asked and Simon could just imagine the cruel grin that covered the mysterious man's face.

"But you took her away from her family. Cris belongs here, with us," Simon argued his voice not only filled with anger but sadness as well.

"Oh how delusional you must be. I'm pretty sure we're more her family than you will ever be," He said almost cryptically, making Simon furrow his eyebrows.

"And how is 'we'?" Simon asked, once again, not giving up on the question.

The man gave off a short laugh before, slightly breathlessly, saying, "Her father and brother, of course,"

It was then the man disconnected the call, leaving Simon staring at the phone, the only sound that filled the silence in the room was the irritating beep that told him the call was over.

"So what do we do now?" Izzy said softly making Simon jump because he had forgotten she was there. Simon looked over to the girl who had a very small smile on her face, probably because she just scared him, and shook his head lightly, "Why do I have to think of something?" Simon asked her, looking straight into her eyes as he did so.

"Simon, everyone knows you're the nerd," She said, her smile growing slightly as Simon just looked at her his head tilted slightly to the side. He looked like a lost puppy and Izzy couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in her throat.

It was then that a knock came from the door and they both looked up to see Simon's mum peaking her head through the door.

"Hey guys, are you two alright?" She asked and Simon knew that his mum didn't know what happened earlier as she looked as if she has just come back from working at the hospital. Izzy looked down at her hands and Simon's smile drooped before he mumbled, "Yeah, we're okay,"

Elaine nodded slowly as if not truly believing his words. "Okay," She said slowly as you would when trying to calm down a crazy person on a rant. "Just call me if there is anything either of you need,"

Simon and Izzy nodded in unison and Elaine opened the door slightly, before grabbing the handle, going to close the door as she walked away but Simon's voice stopped her actions abruptly.

"Mum," He almost shouted. She turned to look at him, noticing the glint of hope in his eyes. "Yes, sweetie," She wondered, opening the door wider so she could she him properly.

"Can you take us to the police station?" Simon asked cautiously as his Mum's eyes zoomed in on him, already trying to figure out what he did wrong. Such faith.

"Don't worry Mum, we just want to talk to them about Cris," Simon's voice broke a bit as he said her name and Elaine's eyes immediately softened, to the point of almost pity. So maybe she does know about what happened.

"Okay but are you-" Elaine didn't get to finish her sentence as Simon cut her off, saying, "Yes, we're sure," She didn't say anything after, just nodded before looking warily at Simon before turning the glance on Izzy, who couldn't help but feel scrutinised under her intense look.

Izzy nodded as if making sure that his mum knew she was okay with it as well. Simon's mum nodded once again before leaving the two alone but leaving the door open so Simon and Izzy could come out as well.

Once Izzy was sure his mum was out of ear shot she turned on Simon, whisper shouting, "What the hell Simon? Why would we go there?"

Simon sighed, running a rough hand through his hair making it stick up at very odd angles, before giving the girl a half-hearted smirk. "You didn't think we would keep that tape for good times sakes, did you?"

Izzy shook her head, a bit sadly, she didn't really want to speak the words and in all honesty she didn't really know what she thought but Simon obviously had a slightly, although probably more than slightly, idiotic plan forming in his head. Izzy would be damned if anyone thought she wasn't going to follow him through with it. She wasn't just going to stand there while he could get hurt, either physically or mentally; he meant to much to her for that.

Not that she'd ever tell him that.

Huffing, she pushed herself off the bed and started heading to the door. Simon turned to watch her walk away and suddenly a wave of panic surged through him.

"W-where are you going?" He asked with a little stutter he had hoped wouldn't be noticeable. He noticed her pause at the door and resting on hand against the door frame. She looked over her shoulder to look him in the eyes with a small but rather mischievous smile gracing her lips.

"You didn't really think I'd let an idiot like you go ahead with whatever crazy half-assed plan that you've came up with, alone, would you?" She asked her smile growing as she spoke and when she finished she didn't even wait for an answer, although it didn't seem like she wanted one, as she just walked on through the thresh hold of the door.

Simon just sat there contemplating what she had just said as a grin began to blossom on his face. Suddenly it stopped and faltered and a look of confusion replaced what had once been a blinding smile.

"Hey!" He called out to the girl that had already left and probably couldn't hear him. He scrambled off of the bed before shouting, "I'm not an idiot!"

All he heard was her sing-song laugh echoing through the house as a reply.

o.0.o

When they had reached the police station they thanked his mum before getting out of the car and it only took a few steps for Simon to realise that Izzy wasn't following him. She just stood there with wide eyes, looking on to the quite imposing building before them.

Simon turned back and looked at her noticing the small tremor that encompassed her hands. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern controlling his tone. Her zoned out eyes focused on Simon before eventually she shook her head, getting rid of any thoughts that had earlier racked her brain.

"Yeah," she said way too fast and frantic for anyone to believe her but Simon just nodded and took her hand, squeezing it slightly. She looked slightly surprised by the action, but she couldn't say she didn't like Simon that little bit more confident.

He expected her to let go but instead she gave his hand a little squeeze back and started walking into the building doing what Clary called her 'own it' walk; which was where she could walk into any building like she owned it: her head held high, back straight, hips swivelling slightly from side to side.

Not that Simon noticed that part.

It was the walk that demanded the upmost respect from everyone who looked upon her, and that was consequently everyone in the vicinity.

Simon had to admit she owned the 'own it' walk.

She walked up to the reception desk, pulling a slightly stunned Simon behind her. "Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked rudely, glaring daggers at Izzy. Simon guessed the receptionist was probably jealous of Izzy, who could look beautiful wearing a baggy holey jumper and beaten converse.

Izzy smirked, thinking the same thing, before whipping her long black hair off her shoulder with an exaggerated movement. "Yes, we're here to see DI Lestrade," Izzy said, politely as if subconsciously telling the woman she was being rude.

"Do you have an appointment?" The woman asked, her monotone voice sounded as if she was hiding annoyance.

Simon was about to answer but Izzy cut him off. "Nope," Izzy said simple, and making sure she popped the 'p' clearly.

The receptionist looked up, a small, slightly sadistic, smile spreading on her face. "And what makes you think that you can see him without a pre-planned appointment. He's a busy man and you're just a couple of children"

The receptionist scoffed and Simon could see Izzy's, normally warm and kind, eyes glaze over in fury, she hated being called a child.

"Yes a child who can, legally; drink, work, drive, get married, move out of mummy's and daddy's house and have sex!" She said, her anger and voice rising as she spoke, to the point that she said the last one just a little bit too loudly, meaning that everyone turned their heads at her. The looks on their faces mainly stunned but amused, as well.

The receptionist seemed stunned, but she wouldn't be able to get over that quickly as Izzy spoke again. "And I child whose best friend has recently broken her leg, her heart stopped, she felt out a window at six metres putting her into a coma for weeks, the came back to school, with everyone thinking she was the world's biggest slut, including our two friends, and then proceeded to get kidnapped by her actual father and brother and taken to god knows where!"

Simon was stunned and he just stood there with his mouth so far open, he was pretty sure his jaw had hit the floor. Simon didn't even know what state the receptionist must be in.

"And if you think she's weak, I should tell you that she has won the nationalist championships for krav maga, gymnastics and 100m. I would continue the list but we'd be hear until tomorrow,"

Her face of anger disappeared within the second as she plastered a sweet, innocent smile on her face and said, her tone was now light and sounded like a child's, "So we'll go in now,"

She didn't bother waiting for the reply, instead she pulled Simon to the glass doors leading to Lestrade's office.