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I sat with Jace in the couch, paper strewed all around us. We had started doing research on Emil Pangborn, who we thought would have some information on where our siblings were. My wound was healing fairly well, though it hurt a bit when I moved.

"Here I found something," Jace said, handing me a newspaper article. This was dated some time ago, thought I wasn't sure what the date was since it was all jumbled up. I skimmed through it. The article was about a 32 year old man named Emil Johan Pangborn who escaped from prison. He killed his cell guards and other guards and managed to escape Alcatraz without getting caught. He had been arrested for countless assassinations of heads of big companies, as well as other offences. His largest one was conspiring on a plot to steal money from the government of the US and trying to blow up NASA. I stared at the newspaper. The person after me couldn't be this guy. I mean, come on, why would a world-class conspirator and conman want to kill me? I was just a relatively normal woman.

"I think we need to take a break, Clary," Jace said. I wanted to protest, but he was right. My eyes were tired from reading. It was so bad that the words were starting to get blurry and they seemed to dance across the page. I put the paper down and massaged my head.

"You're right," I said, "but what should we do?" I asked.

"Magnus is throwing a party," Jace said. I looked up at the watch.

"I'll get Isabelle," I said. Jace smiled, looking happy to be outdoors.

"I'll get your brother," he said. I laughed out loud.

"Yeah, good luck with that," I said. Jace laughed too.

"Good luck with Isabelle," he said.

"I am NOT trying that on, Isabelle!" I said, staring at the incredibly short, revealing dress that Isabelle held out. We had been in the store for an hour.

"Okay, well how about you Alec?" Isabelle said, holding the dress to Alec. Alec's eyes widened, looking as if they were about to pop.

"NOOOOOO!" he shouted so loud that everyone in the store heard him.

"Oh, come on! It's Magnus' party. You guys can't just go in jeans and a shirt. You guys will stick out like sore thumbs," Isabelle said.

"Hey, I'm a guy, Isabelle," he said. Isabelle shrugged.

"And may I point out that that thing is short enough to be underwear," I said.

"Well, you're gay, Alec," she said. I hit Isabelle.

"Ow! What, it's true," she said. I hit her again. Alec smiled approvingly.

"See, this is why I like Clary," Alec said. Isabelle frowned.

"Well, fine, what is she going to wear then since you're so smart?" she asked, throwing her hands up in surrender. I looked around the store as the siblings bickered endlessly. Seriously, if you put Isabelle and Alec together in a room, they could bicker for days and days, moving from one topic to the next till you broke them up.

"Now, now, guys, let's not cause a scene," I said. They both sighed.

"Well, what are you going to wear?" Isabelle asked. I selected a dress at random and held it up. Isabelle screamed enthusiastically. The shoppers gave her weird looks and the cashier looked like she was ready to call security.

"That's gorgeous!" she said. I looked at the dress I took out. It was a black & white D&G dress with a cross-over stretch bodice and pleated layered gingham skirt. It was a good length, not too short to be slutty and not too long to be a nun.

"I have the perfect shoes to go with that! They're too small for me but I'm sure they could fit you," she said. Alec muttered low under his breath.

I sighed as I stared at the mirror, looking at myself in the dress. A touch of 'Izzy Magic' worked quite a long way. That 'magic' was a pair of Chanel Paris Moscou black patent pumps with a pearl trim. I went downstairs to where Jace was. He looked dashing, as always, looking like a rebellious 18 year old than a 21 year old lawyer.

"You look great," Jace said, smiling.

"You too," I said.

The Next Day

Jace and I sat down in the breakfast table, where Isabelle, Jonathan and Simon were. They looked up at us as we sat down.

"Well, you seem well refreshed after last night," Simon said. Isabelle beamed.

"Yeah, with all that loud moaning last night I doubt anyone else got any sleep," Isabelle said, before making very loud moaning noises. Then, Josh and Ariya walked in. Josh poked at the corner of Isabelle's dress.

"Are you hurt, Aunty Izzy?" he asked, innocently. Jonathan laughed out loud.

"I have a question, Aunty Clary" Ariya said. I smiled.

"What is it, Ari?" I asked.

"Where do babies come from?" she asked. My smile slipped into an awkward one.

"Um…. Well… Ask your Uncle Jace!" I said, and turned to Jace who gave me an accusing glance.

"Um… I don't know. Ask your Uncle Jonathan!" he said. Jonathan smiled evilly.

"Well, you see, when a woman and a man meet and really like each other, the man…." I clamped down his mouth immediately, stopping his flow of words.

"No, that's not how babies come from. They are given to us in flying baskets. Oh, will you look at the time, you have to take a nap," I said. I heard Jonathan, Isabelle and Simon laugh from behind me. I shot Jonathan a look.

I took out the newspaper article again with Pangborn's picture. Jonathan passed by me and then stopped.

"Hey, I know that guy," he said. I looked at him.

"You do?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah, he worked for our dad, Valentine," he said.

There is your chapter for this week. Please tell me what you thought. Also, I'm thinking of posting some new stories. Clary's dress is on my profile. check it out if you want. Sorry if it's rushed. I only had an hour before my cousins come and take the only laptop away so I had to rush the typing down. Anyway, bye!