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Clary froze instantly, her mind going bonkers. It seemed as if the entire world had paused just so it could alert everyone: Clary Fray has a gun being held to her head.

Totally at a loss of what to do, Clary stood, paralyzed in fear, and stared at the man holding the gun to her. He looked as if he was only a few years her elder and she was quite confused on how he managed to get a gun.

"This is your fault." The man whispered suddenly, just as the bartender turned to call 911 and Clary made eye contact with Isabelle and Maia whose eyes were extremely wide. "You did this to yourself." Clary knit her brows and shook her head, now very confused. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the bartender slower going for the phone.

"Dial the number and I shoot." The man said, stepping close enough to Clary that she could feel his breath against her nose. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply once and trying to steady her mind before opening them again.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Came a shout from an approaching voice and Clary whipped her head to see Isabelle half-sprinting towards the man, waving her purse in his face. "We have money, we have jewelry, just do not shoot her!" Clary shook her head vehemently at Isabelle, not wanting Isabelle to get shot.

"You don't understand," He said, not moving his eyes away from Clary for a moment, and she could see he was beginning to shake. "I want justice."

With that, out of nowhere, something that was likely aimed for the man, struck Clary in the head and the entire world went black.

When Clary came to, she found herself slouching in a couch in a room she had never been in before. The lights in the room were extremely bright, most likely florescent, huge file cabinets lined the walls, and a giant desk was directly in front of her.

Clary struggled to remember just what exactly had occurred and how she ended up in this random place until she suddenly realized: man, gun, bar, bad. The first thought Clary was hit with was: I'm dead. But, as she was about to get up and look around whatever crazy afterlife she had been sent to, two men and, to Clary's relief, Isabelle and Maia strolled into the room. Just as Clary was about to relax she saw that the two men were in police uniform and was immediately back onto her anxiety.

"Bloody hells! C, you're okay!" Isabelle exclaimed, the first to notice Clary, and then practically jumped into her lap. Maia was quick to follow, and then the three of them were hugging and laughing, definitely hysterically. Clary was entirely fine with sitting there, hugging the two of them, for the next 24 hours, but one of the men in uniform coughed quite obviously and the three of them broke apart, all looking towards the officers.

"You alright Miss? Head feeling okay?" The taller one asked, nodding towards Clary's head. She shook it, rubbing her forehead. Sure, it ached, but nothing advil couldn't fix. He nodded back at her, turning to his partner, and then whispering something to him. Clary looked to her friends again, question on her face.

"One of you officers want to let me know what the flaming hells is going on?" Clary said, giving up on her act of pretending to be okay, needing answers.

"Just getting to that, Miss." The shorter and stumper one said. "You were at a bar tonight. As you were going to get drinks, a man held arms against you. He was not going to back down. Items began to be thrown and the bar erupted in chaos. You got hit in the crossfire, right in the head, and have been out for the past 45 minutes or so. You are in a station that your friends claimed is right next to the three of yours shared apartment." Clary's eyes were wide and the color from her face was gone by the end of his explanation. Clary remembered up until being hit, and knew for a fact that she did not live with her two best friends, but she kept quiet.

"Now, it seems from the account from witnesses was that the man was talking to you as if you had met before. Can you try to remember if that is correct?" The tall officer continued, pulling out a few documents and uncapping a pen.

"Yeah, he kept telling me that it was my fault, but, I swear by all things good and true, I have never seen him before." Clary said, and both her friends nodded in agreement. The stump officer walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a file, taking a picture out and setting it on the desk.

"Is this the man?" The stump officer questioned, and it was, in fact, the same person. She reached out and Maia grabbed her hand, squeezing it, while Isabelle rested an arm around her shoulder. Clary nodded, unable to say the word. The officers shared a look and then both put their files away before heading towards the door.

"What the fuck?!" Maia raised her voice, standing to look at them. "You can't just bloody leave. We deserve more information!" She attacked, but both the men just walked out of the door, locking it behind them.

"Its alright, M." Isabelle said, beckoning her to rejoin them. Maia sighed, sitting right next to Clary, squishing her in between the two of them.

"What, so now we're just locked in here with no information and not a clue what the hell is happening while we still have no idea what happened to the killer?" Clary exclaimed, throwing herself up and starting to pace the room. "Even better, I even have a chance of passing out!" She added, circling around the desk.

Sighing, Maia placed a hand on Isabelle's shoulder and whispered something to her before turning to Clary. "C-" She started, but just as she was about to say something she was cut off by a loud bang of the door being opened and four people entering the room. The man who looked to be the oldest of them walked briskly forward and stuck his hand out. Clary shook it hesitantly.

"You must be Clary Fray. I'm Magnus Bane, and I'm your head lawyer for this case. This here," He said, pointing to a younger man with short brown hair and a stalky figure, "Is Alec, my assistant. And that women there," He motioned towards another woman, slightly shorter than the others, "Is Aline Penhallow, your criminal detective, and her assistant, Jace Herondale." He finished, motioning to a tall blonde boy who did not look like he was of age to be an assistant to anyone. "We're your team for this case."

"Team? Nothing even happened." Clary cocked her head to the side, knitting her brows and looking towards her friends, who both shrugged, as confused as she was.

"Yes," The young lady-Aline- said, stepping forward. "It has been identified that the criminal who you interfered with was in fact Sebastian Verlac, Great Britain's most wanted criminal."