Clary's POV:

I was pulled out of a peaceful sleep by someone shouting, "We've got a problem!" Once my still groggy mind cleared, I realized that Jace was the one who had called for help. I hopped out of bed and ran into the hall. As I was rushing out my door, Izzy had just burst through her door on my left. I'm sure Alec would also have been at his door, on Izzy's other side, but he was spending the night with Magnus again. My eyes immediately looked to my right, at Jace's bedroom door. It was wide open. I cautiously tiptoed to see if he was in his room, which he wasn't.

The thought of Jace being in trouble scared me to death, so I shot down the hall in search of my boyfriend. When I did find Jace, I wave of nausea crashed into me. A thick river of blood flowed from his nose. A red flower bloomed across his chest, where the blood met his white shirt. Even stranger was that he was tied to a column.

"What happened?" I asked, failing to hide my worry.

Jace sputtered, trying to speak through the blood," I'm not sure. Someone broke into the Institute and stole some stuff from Hodge's old room." Izzy, who was right behind me, walked into the empty room to inspect what was stolen. "She was going through that drawer," Jace pointed to the only open drawer on a wooden desk as best as he could while being tied down.

Izzy's face went slightly pale before she said, "This is where Hodge stored the ingredients for the potions he made."

"There was something weird about the thief too," Jace started to explain. "She was a young warlock and I couldn't out fight her."

I looked at Jace as if to say, are you serious? Jace was the best Shadowhunter of our generation. It was hard to believe a young warlock had done this to him. My boyfriend simply gave me an ashamed nod.

"Is anyone going to untie me?" Jace inquired sarcastically.

I countered with an equally sarcastic, "Nope, we were going to leave you here all night while Izzy and I go to Pandemonium to party with a flock of ducks!"

As I untied him, he seriously stated, "Ducks are no laughing matter. I honestly think that all the bad people in history were actually a rare species of demon-duck! Hitler, Justin Bieber, they're all ducks!" Behind me, I could hear Izzy attempt to hide a fit of laughter at Jace's irrational fear.

After I had untied Jace, a thought occurred to me. "Hey, Jace, Alec is at Magnus's place, right?" The golden boy nodded. "Well, we could send a text to him describing the thief, and tell him to ask Magnus about her. After all, Magnus is so popular with Down Worlders that he might know her."

Jace nodded again before running down the hall to his room. I followed right behind him to watch him retrieve his phone. His long, pianist fingers quickly typed the message. "This good enough?" He asked and showed me the phone's screen. The text said:

Hey, Alec, ask Magnus if he knows any warlock chicks with purple, sparkly hair. She happens to have cat eyes like him. She may respond to the name 'Sparkle' (don't ask, it's a long story). We really need to find her, she broke into the institute and stole some stuff.

While I was reading the message, Alec responded with:

Hey, Jace, I just asked. Magnus said he didn't know anything, but he looked worried after I mentioned her.

Trying to save time, I typed a quick k, thanks man, to Alec as Jace.

I handed the phone back to Jace and reasoned, "It's still pretty 'late', so let's get some more sleep. We can go look for Sparkle tomorrow." Jace quickly agreed with a tired nod.

I contently watched him peel of his now ruined shirt. He was beautiful. Most girls would focus on Jace's perfectly sculpted chest, but my eyes went to the black runes that decorated his skin. The intricate designs looped and curved, like an unfinished story, written in a language no one completely understood. Intermingled with the dark Marks, were thin scars too. Older runes that had fulfilled their purpose. Leather and lace, I thought. The new runes were the leather, a slightly newer trend in Shadowhunter gear. The old Marks were like lace, a favored material in the past that was more for show than for actual protection.

Jace extended his arms and pulled me into a loving embrace. Together, we slowly fell onto his bed. He drew my body closer to his , and the sweet smell of my boyfriend filled my lungs.

"Suavis somnia" Jace whispered into my ear.

"Excuse me?" I softly giggled.

"It's Latin for sweet dreams" he explained.

"Oh, it's so cute when you speak Latin." I mused. He leaned closer to drop a simple kiss on my lips. I smiled at how sweet Jace could be at times before closing my eyes. Our breathe synchronized, lulling each other to sleep.

Magnus's POV:

I stared intently at Alec, who was laying sound asleep at my side. Together we were snuggling on my sofa. We were having a movie marathon, and my black haired angel had fallen asleep just after he had received the unnerving text from Jace. A soft, barely noticeable knock sounded from my front door. I stood up, being careful not to jostle Alec.

Before opening the door, I already knew who was waiting on the other side. The familiar smile of my daughter greeted me as the door swung open. Artemis handed me her bag. "Did you get the stuff?" I softly asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, I took all of the ingredients from the old guy's previous room. Hey Dad, if you were low on supplies, why didn't you just buy more?"I fought the urge to give her grief about Jace catching her rob The Institute. After all, it was the first big mission I had sent Artemis on.

"Hodge had access to some materials that only Shadowhunters could acquire. None of the shops I go to would carry these things," I explained.

"Do you have anything planned for these ingredients?" Her tone held a bit of excitement. Artemis absolutely loved watching me work with magic.

I shook my head and said, "No, they're just some nice things to have." Disappointment washed over her face.

"Oh, we'll I'm going to bed. See ya later."

Gently, I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Good night, I'm going to sleep too." Artemis gave me a smirk that said, Ya, just don't do anything to your guest without his consent, before walking down the hall to her bedroom. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. It amused me how similar Artemis's personality was to the two Herondale boys I had met. She also fought similar to, if not better than, Will and Jace. Silly ideas about my daughter's real parents started swimming in my head. I dismissed the thoughts, and went back to the sofa that Alec was asleep on.

To my horror, I did not find a sleeping Alec on the sofa. Instead, a pair of angry blue eyes waited for me. How long had he been awake? I worried.

Artemis: Hello, Fay just had a pretty long night so I'm doing the disclosure. Cassandra Clare, not Fay, owns the Mortal Instruments and the Infernal Devices (Because of the quick references). She also wanted me to tell DaughterofHades22, who happens to go to school with Fay, thank you. PLEASE REVIEW.