OMG guys, I'm soooooo sorry, for everything! this computer is sooooooo retarded! it won't let me properly copy and paste and just OMG. anyways, thanks for reading, and enjoy!

" Jace, how far are you from my house?"

Clary didn't know why, out of all people she called the guy she had just met.

He's probably the closest... he just heard everything there is to hear about your parents... His golden eyes won't get out of your head...

She new she should have called Simon, after all he had been her best friend since kindergarden, or she should have called Luke, he was her mother's boyfriend, the closest Clary had to a father, of course he should be the first to know about her mother's possible kidnapping. But Clary didn't call Simon. She didn't call Luke, She called Jace. The angel like boy, that wouldn't leave her mind no matter how hard she tried to kick him out.

" I'm still outside... why?"

Clary heart fluttered with hope, that she wasn't completely alone, that maybe someone could come and tell her she was over reacting, or that she had gone crazy and was seeing things.

" can you come up? now."

She had expected him to question her, demand why she was inviting a guy she had just met up to her apartment, but instead he just said:

" on my way" and hung up.

Five minutes later, Clary could hear feet stomping up the hall to her apartment, then loud urgent banging on the door. Jace.

She rushed to the over, and let him in.

" Clary what's happened? What's wrong?"

Although she could see the worry in his eyes, his voice was calm and steady.

" My mom" She tried to get the words out, " she's gone."

Jace's face paled.

" what do you mean gone?" he asked. His voice was starting to loose it's calm tone.

" I don't know, I came home, and she wasn't here, and i checked her room, and everything was thrown around, and the pictures gone and-"

" Clary! calm down!" Jace interrupted. " show me the room, and explain the picture"

Under other circumstances, Clary would have been impressed. Not everyone could have gotten information out of Clary's rambling, she knew for a fact, that Simon wouldn't have gotten any of it.

Clary led him to her mother's room, half hoping he would tell her she was crazy and that she was seeing things, but she knew she wasn't that lucky. The last bit of hope she disappeared as they entered the room, and a little gasp escaped Jace's mouth.

" Clary, we have to call the police. Now."

Even as he said it, Jace was pulling out his phone dialing 911.

So she wasn't hallucinating. Her mother was gone. She hadn't even left, or gotten lost. Jocelyn Fray was kidnapped, taken, stolen.