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An Unexpected Alliance
"I don't think, it's supposed to bend like that." Clary points out, leaning back on Simon's desk. She was back at NYIC headquarters downtown. It'd been a week since she'd last seen Jace, and Father, for that sake.
"What are you talking about?" Simon scoffs, "Let the nerd, be the nerd."
Clary rolls her eyes, as she watches Simon try to fix her favourite handgun. Last week, when Jace had dropped her off, she'd stupidly caught the hammer spur on his car handle, pulling out the barrel and the grip frame. Honestly, she'd been distracted by the whole essence of him, and focused too much on him, that she hadn't payed attention to her own belongings.
She cursed herself for being so stupid.
Jace had laughed, his golden eyes glinting in the night. She could easily recall the way her cheeks had reddened at the way he'd laughed, it felt so familiar and intimate. She'd cast it all aside, as he drove her home. She lived at a huge NYIC-institute, this one was the official institute of New York. It housed all the travelling agents, and herself, seeing as Father was the head of NYIC and owned the place.
So when they had pulled out on the driveway, she was in a hurry to leave. She didn't want him to see, that she wasn't living in a normal home with a normal family. Although the latter had already been proven otherwise. When he turned the keys, and the engine shut off, she was about to get out when he'd stopped her.
Jace had touched her arm.
And it felt like a thousand tiny sparks of electricity shot up her arm, and she had to fight down shudders. She'd slowly turned her head to look into his deep beautiful eyes.
"If anything happens, you'll call me right?" He asks.
Clary froze. She wasn't used to this sudden show of familiarity between them.
"What?" She'd all but sputtered.
"I know it'll be hard to stay away from me, so if you need to call me," He popped the cap off a sharpie and proceeded to write a handful of digits down on her arm, "feel free to do so."
He winked once, before she finally came to her senses again. She jerked away, angry with herself.
"I will." She smirked, getting out of the car, "If my toilet needs plumbing, I'll know who to call."
Then she'd turned around and stalked back into her house, thanking whatever supernatural being that would listen, that he didn't notice her cheeks burning. That was some time ago. Now she fishes her phone out of her pocket and stares at the number.
She feels her finger hover over the green button. She wants to call him.
Instead she taps the "back" button and locks the screen. She can't afford any distractions right now, or Simon would see right through her.
Beside her, Simon grumbles and fidgets with the gun as if it were some superhuman object. She bet he was pretending her gun to be none other than Thor's beloved hammer, and that the fixing of this hammer would no doubt lead to world peace. He loves anything and everything with superheroes, she laughs inside, as Simon continues to repair completely oblivious to her thoughts.
Finally a click resounds from the gun, and Simon holds it out from his chest, staring triumphantly at it.
"Ha!" He says pointedly, "I told you it was supposed to bend like that."
Clary sighs and smiles, letting the gun fall back into her hands. She feels her fingers instinctually intwine and grip the gun, basking in the feeling of the familiar bumps and ridges moving along her skin, as she turns the safety off and on. Then she tucks it in to the waistline of her pants, smiling thankfully at Simon.
"Thanks Simon. You're the best." She grins.
She slumps down on the chair behind her, attempting to get at least some work done. Simon was already well off, typing away on his four-by-four machine-beast screen of a computer. He was nearly just as alone as she was, she thought, looking over at the way he occasionally crinkled his nose, lifting his round glasses a tiny bit off his nose. He'd been outcast from his family at a young age, and the agency had recruited him from there. Nobody had ever found out why, and she of all people understood the importance of privacy.
She lives for secrets and distance. Regardless, he'd been her best and loyal friend ever since she could remember. Heck, she smiles, he still is.
She blinks, steeling her gaze back to her own computer screen. Hers was a quite mundane model of a computer, nothing compared to Simon's, but she didn't care. When she came down here, it was either to hang out with Simon or to fill out paperwork, which, she thought, Simon helped her with anyway.
Without thinking, she opens a new tab on her browser and turns secret searching on. Then she types in the two words that have been haunting her the whole day, into the database.
After looking at his profile for what seemed like an eternity, she finally concludes that she might have misjudged the arrogant carefree jerk he seemed to be. Even though there is surprisingly little about Jace Wayland, he had no real blood-relative. That is probably why, she realises, he'd told her that family is something you choose.
JACE WAYLAND:
Born: 1997
Member of the C.I.A. since: 2007
Family: Dead. No living relatives. Currently living under Lightwood care.
Achievements: Highest ranking agent. Top scores.
Occasionally the doors to the elevator on the far end would open with a "ding", and people would shuffle out quietly. She didn't know why this particular "ding" propelled her head up, she didn't even know that the doors opened with a "ding", but that all changed when none other than Jace Wayland came strolling through the doors.
Jace Wayland.
Here. In NYIC.
She couldn't believe it.
Behind him, two dark-haired agents follow him. One, she recognises to be Izzy. The other, however, bears a striking resemblance to her, with dark hair and striking blue eyes. He is just as beautiful as Izzy, though in his own timid way. But that isn't the reason as to why she fees her heart speed up so suddenly. She feels his searching, stalking presence as he makes his way through the giant room.
Slowly, she looks up.
He stops in front the reception, leaning his arms heavily on the desk and smiles down at the poor woman manning the reception. She looks extremely confused, as she talks. Jace leans forward, his face lighting up beautifully, no doubt charming her with his words. For some reason, Clary feels a strong urge to hit the receptionist with a bat, as she happily returns the endless flirtations that Jace is undoubtedly giving out.
Then something happens.
The receptionist stretches her hand out. She is pointing at Clary.
A tiny shot of electricity sparks through her, as she feels his gaze fall upon her. His eyes deepen and a playful smirk starts to play on his lips. He nods at the receptionist, who looks like she might faint, before moving on.
He strolls through, hands in his pockets, a smile that could blind, and eyes are beautiful as the sun itself.
All the way through, he holds her eyes in a iron-tight gaze.
She nudges Simon with her elbow. He doesn't so much as move a finger.
She nudges harder.
"Ow!" Simon yelps, jumping forward in his wheely chair, smacking his face into his computer screen. His glasses slide off his nose, falling on the floor, just as three figures approach their joint desk.
"Back so soon?" Clary asks, trying to come off calm and collected, the complete opposite of her sudden thudding heart.
"Couldn't keep myself away." Jace grins mischievously.
Simon whips around and squints his eyes, trying to identify the origin of the voices.
"Where are my glasses?" Simon asks, looking around his desk.
"Jace. Come on." The dark-haired agent behind Jace speaks up. He sounds friendly, she concludes, and categorises him as a non-threat.
"Oh right!" Jace hits his forehead sarcastically and steps back, "This is Alec Ligthwood. My partner in crime. The chocolate to my cookie. The whipped to my cream. The-"
Alec steps forward, albeit a little shyly, and shakes Clary's hand. He smiles nicely and reassuringly, as if to say, "he isn't normally like this".
CIA Agent : Alexander(Alec) Lightwood
"Will someone please tell me where my glasses are?" Simon asks frustatingly beside her, gesturing wildly with his hands.
Izzy looks behind her, as if she hadn't even noticed there was someone working beside Clary. Izzy scans the floor before bending to pick the glasses up. She places them in Simon's still outstreched hand.
He sighs thankfully and mumbles "thanks", before sliding them on again. He looks up to three, or she thinks, four agents staring right back at him.
"Ah!" He gasps. But the only person he keeps on staring at is the one and only who helped him with finding his glasses.
"Hi." He says, eyes wide, "I'm Simon." He holds his hand out.
Izzy smiles blindingly, showing off a perfect set of teeth, "Izzy." She shakes his hand, and it's as if Clary can see the cogs gearing in Simon's head, as Izzy shakes his hand.
Then she gestures to Jace and Alec before introducing them as well.
It is first when everybody is acquainted and sat down at Simon and her's work desk with a coffee in hand, that they finally reveal the real reason as to why they are here.
"So, it's no secret that our agencies are rivals." Izzy begins.
"But in spite of this, we have been assigned a mission." Jace continues.
"And what does all of this have to do with us?" Clary inquires suspiciously, not liking how secretive they were being. Simon seems to have noticed it too. He crinkles his nose and leans in, as if expecting some ground breaking news. She almost laughs at the situation.
"You might remember some time ago, when you "visited"," Alec points to Clary, "the CIA. With your father being seen walking out of there with you in tow, the media will naturally write all sorts of nasty articles of our agencies' fiend."
"So...?" Clary continues, not liking where this is going. She could already feel a wave of nervousness and sickness washing over her. If this is leading where she thinks it's leading, she'd be dead.
"Our agencies have been asked to cooperate for the sake of our reputation." Izzy finishes solemnly.
"Not that we have anything against the two of you, at all." Alec quickly adds, smiling apologetically, before shooting Izzy a look.
Jace smirks. "Which means you'll be seeing a lot more of me. Lucky you!" Alec turns to shoot Jace a glare.
"Oh right," Jace rolls his eyes, feigning a look of forgetfulness, "A lot more of us." He turns his head and whispers, "Happy?"
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