Chapter 2: Research

There was a patio outside the back of the institute. Flowers and fruit trees bloomed all around it, but Summer came for the pond. There was a certain beauty in the way that there were no statues or anything but water, Summer thought.

She was wearing tight jeans and a blue tanktop, that showed the entire mark that activated her wings. She leaned back on the bench and waited for Jace who would guess she came out here.

"Summer", he said walking towards her. She lifted her head and smiled, he was wearing gear. "You're taking me to breakfast in your gear?". Summer asked skeptically.

"I have something to do afterwards and figured by then you wouldn't still be mad and come with me", Jace said sitting next to her. "I have to do this in my gear?", Summer asked.

Jace looked nervous for a second. "Well, Hodge wants us to go find Clary from the club last night."

"Hodge wants us to, or you do?"

"I suggested it, but Hodge said I should, and I thought you'd be slightly more supportive than Alec and Izzy."

Summer looked at him coldly, knowing how impulsive Jace is. She didn't want to go get the mundane, but she also didn't want to fight with Jace anymore. Jace frowned, just the smallest tilt if his mouth.

"I really am sorry, for giving her all that information. I know that's why your mad because I didn't think about you guys, and I'm sorry", Jace said sincerely.

Summer smiled, which brought a smile on Jace's face as well. "Fine, but your paying for breakfast and a cab, because I am not flying you", she said.

Jace beamed. "Go get your gear", he said still smiling. Summer walked off into her room staring at her closet.

She grabbed a black catsuit made out of the Iron sisters' leather. It was covered in large silver runes, and had a belt strung at her waist.

She opened the chest on the floor of her closet and strapped throwing knifes, her weapon of choice, around her belt. At her right hip she sheathed a large dagger, at her left a seraph blade.

Summer wrapped her curls in a clip that if twisted would turn into a gold dagger, and pulled on her boots, stuffing her steele inside them. By the time she walked out the door, Jace was standing in the hallway.

"You look like your expecting trouble", he mused. "I'm spending the day with you, of course I expect trouble."

Jace laughed and grabbed her arm pulling her outside. "Looks to me like you just wanted to hide your wing mark", Jace said. "You know I can trace it through my clothes", Summer argued.

"Doesn't matter, since we can walk to the diner", Jace said. "Are we going to a mundane diner?", Summer asked confused, knowing there were no downworld diners anywhere near.

"Why not, you just want buscuits anyways", Jace said as they neared a local resturant. He opened the door and Summer ducked under his arm. "I'm not wearing any glamour yet", Summer complained. "Just pretend it's a costume."

Jace ordered for them and then sat at a booth across from Summer. He pulled out a stack of papers from his jacket. "I've done some research", he declared. Summer sighed and leaned across the table just as the waitress appeared.

She put the food down and looked at Jace and then at Summer, noticing the blades they carried. Summer smiled and tilted her head questioningly, and Jace smiled biting his lip softly in the proccess. The waitress blushed and walked away quickly.

"Well that was easy", Summer said satisfied. "What can I say, I'm just that stunnigly sexy", Jace said smiling. "Please", Summer said rolling her eyes.

"As I was saying, I did some research and this is what I found", Jace said sliding over the papers. Summer ate a forkfull of a buscuit covered in gravy and sausage, then grabbed the papers. She looked over them. Clarissa Fray went to Saint' Xaviers, and turned sixteen in a few days. She has won many art shows and was seen in many pictures with a mundane friend. Another set of papers gave information on her friend. Simon Lewis, was in a very small unknown band that apparently had a dozen different names. His band member had a poetry reading tonight at a local coffee shop in Brooklynn.

"I'm guessing I'm going to go listen to terrible poetry later?", Summer inquired looking up at Jace who had finished his plate and had started eating off hers. She took a bite and slid the plate over to him. He smiled a thank you.

"You don't know it's going to be terrible", Jace argued.

"I'm fairly certain it is."

"You can wait outside if you want."

"Like I could let you stay alone with her, you'll do something and I'll have to play the I'm ten times more powerful than the entire Clave combined card to get you out of legal trouble."

Jace smiled. "Not ten times perhaps three times but not ten and not at all if it weren't for the wings."

"Not entirely true, because downworld is fond of me, so I have them on my side as well."

Jace finished his meal, left a twenty on the table and gestured for Summer to follow him as he left. "We're going to be late", he warned.

"Then buy a cab, I'm not flying."

"Actually I was thinking more of a friendly race on the ground", Jace offered, his eybrows dancing.

"Go", Summer said. They ran, Jace always at least two feet in front of her until they got to the coffee shop, labeled Java Jones. Jace smiled at her, and she gave him a look that clearly said shut up.

Catching her breath, she reached down and pulled her steele out of her boot. She grabbed Jace's arm and quickly drew a glamour rune. He took the steele from her hand and moved her head with his hand, drawing the rune on her neck, since she had so much skin covered.

They entered, and the mundane had already gotten onstage. Summer looked at Jace who was behind her. "I told you it would be terrible", she sad loud enough that it would draw attention if the mundanes could hear her.

She looked around, and sure enough, there was Clary Fray sitting at a table alone. She gestured at Jace and he saw her as well. They sat on a couch behind her. Summer groaned and covered her ears as the microphone screeched.

"Here", Jace said handing her some papers to study. She rolled her eyes and Jace put his arm around her pulling her head onto his lap. "Read for a while you never know how long she can be utterly clueless", Jace said. Summer sighed and studied the papers as Jace leaned his head back waiting.

Summer took a last glance at the table in front of them. Clary was now accompanied by Simon Lewis. Sh was so predictable, Summer thought, before returning to her papers.