As it turns out, Conan wasn't too happy about Emily and Chase going out on their own. Actually, that didn't even begin to describe the language he used. After some arguing between Chase and Conan that involved two punches and a nut shot - none being the result of Emily's temper - the testosterone fueled fighters eventually worked it out, somewhat. So with Michael, Karrie, and Kadan comforting Magnus and looking through books to figure out a way to track Alec, the three young fighters headed out to Simon's house, not sure what they would find.

Conan took his truck, with Chase in the back, knives in his hand and ready for anything. Emily drove behind them on her bike, swerving through traffic as Conan drove like The Fast and The Furious. Almost against her will, she found herself looking up at Chase more often than not as they drove. He was dressed in the normal gear, as she was, and his hair blew in the wind. Even though so much had to be running through his head, he looked calm and relaxed. She couldn't help but think of an eagle. Chase looked like he was flying, soaring, ready to swoop down and kill just because it would be in his nature. Like an eagle, he was agile and quick, thin and light. And when he turned back and caught her eye, she quickly looked away, feeling the heat in her cheeks against her will. Thank goodness her helmet covered her whole head.

They made it to the three story wooden cabin in record time, and nothing seemed out of place as they parked by the street. Emily pulled the helmet off and really looked, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Nobody in the house drove a car, so she couldn't tell if Simon was even home or not. With the sun high above them, she couldn't tell if the lights were on or off, if anyone was home, nothing. No noise was coming, no music more precisely. Almost every time Emily was here Simon would be blaring his band's old CD's. The uncertainty was annoying, but there was one thing that she could at least figure out.

She slipped off her bike, grabbed her sensor from the compartment of her bike, and headed towards the front steps.

"The sensor says that there aren't any demons current," Emily said as she looked down at the screen, back to the front door at the top of the stairs, and then down again.

Conan scoffed behind her as he gripped his sword, swinging it from side to side like he was stretching it out. "And you trust that thing?"

"It's easier to trust things that are programmed to tell the truth. You don't have to worry about being lied to," she answered while walking up the steps. She couldn't see his face, but she heard the boys coming right behind her, Conan mumbling something under his breath. Sure, it was a low blow but she didn't care at the moment. At this point, she couldn't care less about hurting Conan's feelings, because her mind was completely into Shadowhunter mode.

Emily made it to the front door, and she noticed that it was cracked open slightly. The wood wasn't cracked or broken in any places, and the lock on the front door was still intact. It wasn't like Simon, or anyone, to keep the door unlocked and she slowly walked forward, pulling her seraph blade out, and then kicked it open with a bang. It slammed against the wall behind, bouncing back but Chase was there, catching it with his hand.

"Simon?" Chase yelled as he stepped in the house disappearing around the corner. "Simon, you here?"

"Chase?"

It wasn't Simon, and Emily charged in when she heard the voice. It was a girl, a woman to be precise. She sounded petrified, like she witnessed a death. Her voice had cracked. And when Emily rounded the corner and saw Chase crouched in front of her, she finally realized how bad things really were.

Simon's mother was on the floor, blood surrounding the outside of it. Her hair had turned grey over the years, her skin wrinkling. The clothes she wore were just a simple pair of black pants and a white blouse, but there was a massive cut across the front. Blood seemed to be pouring out of a wound on her lower stomach that Chase was desperately trying to stop by applying pressure, but it wasn't doing much. It was easy enough to tell that she had already lost a lot of blood by the color of her skin and the amount that now covered her shirt. Not to mention the carpet beneath her was flooded with red. Surprisingly, the rest of the living room was still intact. Not even a single lamp was out of place. Emily's eyes dashed about, looking in the shadows but nothing was out of the ordinary. If it wasn't for Simon's mother, she wouldn't have thought anything was wrong.

"I'm right here," Chase whispered as he brushed a piece of her hair away from her face. He had set a pillow under her head, propping her up so she could focus more.

Her droopy eyes searched the room, and they somehow landed on Emily. She still had her sensor out in her hand, standing by the hallway corner as she looked on the scene. Simon's mother wouldn't have that though. "Emily, come here," she said slowly. Emily did as she was told, leaning down beside her, opposite of Chase. "Cl – Clary?"

"She's safe," was all the Emily had to say. Simon's mother nodded and closed her eyes. "Ms. Lewis, what happened to you?"

She clenched her eyes shut even tighter. "Simon, he – he called her Lilith. She did this."

"Did she take him?" Chase asked with anxiousness showing in his eyes. Emily glanced up at him, but didn't say anything. "Where is he?"

Ms. Lewis seemed to wince as a sudden pain hit her. Her right hand went to her left shoulder, where Emily could see that it was swelling and bruising. Slowly, she nodded her head. "She took him. Him and Rebecca."

"Rebecca?" Both Emily and Chase repeated at the same time.

"Where did she take him?" Chase asked quickly. Emily was still trying to comprehend what she just heard. What did Lilith want with Simon's mundane sister? Not to mention that she was older now, and lived the most normal life anyone could.

Simon's mother opened her mouth to speak, but Emily could see the life draining out of her. Slowly, she formed a single word. "Ro – Rochester." And with that, she fell limp in Chase's grasp.

"No, no, no," Chase repeated as he lifted her up, settling her in his lap. He rocked her back and forth, still putting pressure on her wound. The blood was soaking in between his fingers and Emily watched in shock as it slowly stopped, drop by drop, until he was just holding her lifeless body that didn't even bleed anymore. "You can't be gone. You–"

"GUYS! WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

Emily's head jerked up, towards the door, and she watched as Conan bursts through the kitchen. He ran to the stairs and up them quickly, where Emily suddenly heard what sounded like a growl and glass breaking.

Chase didn't even seem to notice that he had spoken; much less acknowledge Emily's existence either. She was going to stand, to find out what was going on, when she saw a tear roll down his cheek. It was like he was a totally different person now. Loss was a part of a Shadowhunter's life, Emily knew that as well as anyone else, but Chase didn't seem to take it too well. He was gripping Ms. Lewis' shirt in a vice grip, and he wasn't letting go anytime soon. She contemplated leaving him, but knew that when they got Simon back, he'd kill her for leaving his "son".

Emily's hand descended on Chase's, and his desperate eyes looked up at her. She wiped the tear away that had slipped through his eyelids with her thumb, softening her voice as much as she could. "Chase, we have to go."

"I'm going to kill him," he growled with an anger that Emily had never heard before. This wasn't like the times that he had been angry with her, fighting her or making fun of her. Even when she broke his arm the first time and he cursed up a storm did he sound like he just did. This was worse, much worse.

"Yo! We have to get out of here! Now!" Conan exclaimed as he came down the stairs in a hurry, his sword drawn. Blood dripped from the tip and heavy footsteps were sounding. Emily didn't even look up, but she heard him run towards the kitchen again, banging pots and pans together.

"Chase, we have to go." She grabbed his hand, hauling him to his feet. He staggered as he stood up, leaning against her for support as his eyes seemed glued to the body on the floor. He wasn't breathing, but Emily couldn't worry about that. She just took his hand and hauled him towards the door like a puppy on a leash. He let her pull him out of the house easily enough, followed by Conan who burst through the kitchen with a wild fire in his eyes. They were halfway across the front lawn when suddenly, just as they were nearing her bike, Chase yanked it out of her grip. "Chase, what are you–"

"Get out of here," he said with a scary calm voice.

Conan didn't seem to even want to argue, heading towards the front seat of his truck in a sprint. Emily couldn't move her feet though. She was staring at Chase, who was looking back at her. Suddenly, she felt the need to wrap her arms around him and never let go. "I'm not leaving you here," she answered as she took a step towards him.

"Yes you are. I'll text you when I'm done ripping this beast to pieces. But you need to get out of here." He started to walk towards the house again when Emily charged towards him, jumping in front of him. Her hands came up to his chest, feeling the muscles underneath as she blocked his path. He looked down to her hands calmly, which was only making her more uneasy. "Emily, get out of the way."

Emily shook her head, ignored the fact that Conan was yelling something from the truck that she wasn't paying attention to, and focused all her attention on Chase. She was losing him, the rage and anger taking over the logical part of his brain. His primal, vengeful side was showing, and she didn't particularly care for it. "Chase, you can't just run in there like some hero, because newsflash: you're not."

"Emily, they killed her. She's dead! Do you not understand–"

An explosion behind Emily cut Chase off quickly. She felt the pressure suddenly hit her back before she really heard anything, the wind pushing her forward and she was forcefully pushed into Chase, who fell backwards on the ground with Emily on top of him. The noise was loud to begin with, but the ringing in her ears was eventually all she could hear. Conan's voice was gone, and she was vaguely aware of Chase rolling Emily over, covering her body with his as debris flew all around them. The heat was excruciating and she buried her head in Chase's chest, his heart pounding as he held onto her for dear life. It was like they were lying in the middle of a volcano. The heat was enough to make her feel suffocated and the smoke only made it harder to breathe. Chase seemed to notice, and pulled her tighter into him as more and more explosions erupted throughout Simon's house.

Emily felt the ground stop rumbling first. Then, the heat started to drain away. The hot, painful wind stopped. The smoke didn't clear, but started to lighten up a little after what felt like hours but couldn't have been more than ten minutes. Eventually, all was calm. Chase didn't move, and neither did she. For once she was actually glad that he was there. The ringing didn't stop as fast as everything else, but when they were finally able to come to the terms of what had just happened, Chase slowly raised himself up on his elbows.

He looked down at Emily first, and she felt her heart stop. The sun behind his head made him look like a glowing angel as he hovered over her, searching her face for who knows what. His voice sounded far away when he spoke, but she could understand well enough. "Emily, are you hurt?"

She mentally did a check of herself with her eyes closed. She could fell his heart racing against her chest, and her own source of life beating at an unbelievably fast rate. Her legs felt fine. Her hands were at her sides, but she moved her fingers well enough without pain. All was well.

She slowly opened her eyes and nodded. Chase's green iris was darker when she really looked at him, like a forest green, and when they finally met her light green eyes, they softened instantly. He didn't look angry, upset, or vengeful anymore. He was broken. "Tell me you're okay."

She nodded and reached up, plucking what looked like a piece of plywood out of his curls. "I'm fine."

"Thank the Angel." He then looked up, past Emily, and his facial expression turned hard. "You couldn't have told us that the house would explode?"

Conan came out from behind his truck, looking uninjured. He shrugged and threw his sword in the bed of the truck. There wasn't a scratch on him, but the side of his truck facing the house didn't look too good. A few dents from debris had scratched the green paint up pretty well. "I didn't exactly have time."

"Whatever," Chase mumbled as he rose to his feet. His hand reached down, helping Emily up as well. She still felt dizzy, a little unstable, and Chase's arm wrapped around her waist. "Are you okay to drive?"

"An iratze should do the trick," she answered. Chase nodded, pulling out his stele and placed a healing run on her neck. The burn of the stele was satisfying and Emily's head immediately started to clear as it disappeared into her skin. She craned her neck over his shoulder and saw the remains of what was. The house behind her was now completely destroyed. Chase's home of four years was gone, along with all the belongings of Simon and Isabelle. At least no one else who was alive was in there though, because nothing would've survived that bomb. Pieces of the roof, the walls, lamp shades that were on fire and unrecognizable parts covered the front lawn. As for the ash filled pile where the house used to be, some parts were still on fire while others were charred and burnt. Either way, it was all gone. "What do we do now?"

Conan shrugged as he approached and looked at Chase. "Did you get any information from her?"

Chase nodded. "You two are going to go back to the Institute and figure out what Ms. Lewis meant by Rochester. Lilith has to be hiding out in one of those many buildings in that particular town."

Emily frowned as turned her back to him. "What about you?"

"I need to go clear my head."

He started to walk away when Emily grabbed his sleeve. "You do realize that bad things happen when we separate. Sticking together is the smartest thing to do."

Chase didn't look at her as he shook his head. "Just stay with Conan. I'll feel better knowing that you're safe in the Institute. I promise I'll be back before nightfall, but I can't be around people right now."

Even with the reassurance he gave her, including the squeeze of her hand as he gripped hers, she still felt empty and worried when he walked away towards the dust covered bike. It was then that she finally got a look at his back too. His black, Shadowhunter jacket that carried his gear was burnt in some places, holes showing his skin where the fire burned the fabric away. The skin under it was red, but not burnt badly. As he walked, he didn't even seem to notice that anything was wrong, and Emily though it best that she didn't pester him about it either. Although, she didn't want him in pain. It was then, at that moment when Chase started walking away, that she realized something. She knew that something was happening between her and Chase, something that she wasn't prepared for. Something that was foreign to her.

Angel, she needed her father now more than ever.

"You're quiet," Conan observed as they drove down the street. It wasn't like the street racing from before. Now, Conan was calmed, driving responsibly even though the mundanes couldn't see the car anyway.

Emily shrugged and kept her eyes on the buildings that passed outside of her window. "I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"My father," she answered, which was partly true. Her mind had been racing since Chase drove off with determination from Simon's demolished house. She had wondered where he was going, what he was going up to, but too afraid to ask. Besides, he would've lied to her anyway, even if she asked. She just wished that her dad was here to help her. Between the feelings she had for Conan and Chase, along with the dealings of Lilith and Jonathan, and Alec, Simon, and Rebecca missing… she just wanted her dad back. He'd know what to do, how to fix it. She wanted him here, by her side, not dealing with the Clave members.

Conan turned down another road where clothing shops lined both sides of the street. Woman, men, and children stormed across the streets in the midday sun as a fire truck passed, more than likely heading to Simon's burnt house. They'd be a little late though.

"I figured you'd be thinking about Chase."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Shows how well you actually know me."

"It's not for the lack of trying. You're about as closed off as a brick wall."

He was blunt, and rude, which was something that never came from Conan's mouth. Emily slammed her hands on the dashboard, annoyed more than anything. Even if she was thinking about Chase, it was none of his business! "Alright, what the hell is your problem?" she snapped.

Conan gripped the wheel harder and jerked the car suddenly, throwing Emily into the side of the car but he didn't even seem to notice. He slammed on the brakes in the parking lot, full of people, and threw the gear into park. They were getting all kinds of 'What the Hell?' looks but neither paid attention to the mundanes. "You know what my problem is."

Emily sighed and sat back in her seat, drained easier than she expected. Barely one sentence was said and she was already exhausted from fighting. "Conan, I'm sorry if I did anything to make you upset, especially since I kind of know exactly what I did. I didn't mean to make you feel like I take advantage of you, because that isn't totally true. You're not just some toy to me."

"Then what am I?" He shifted in his seat, completely serious as he looked at her. "And I want you to answer truthfully, instead of twisting the truth like you always do. I'm not your boyfriend. You've made that very clear. A best friend is someone that you can tell everything to, which past experiences have proved that's the last thing you do around anyone, especially me. And you sure as hell don't think of me as a brother after what happened this morning, so I'm going to ask it again. What am I to you?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" She dropped her head to her hands, trying to stop them from shaking. "Conan, I've got too much on my mind to figure out how I feel about you."

"Too much on your mind? You mean Chase?"

Emily suddenly felt a bit of rage flash through her. "Why does everything have to go back to Chase? I've hated Chase since he got here. Now, THAT, I've made very obvious so why you think otherwise is a mystery to me."

Conan gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand. "Yeah? Then how come you were more concerned about him back there at Simon's house. When we got there, you went straight to his side. Did you even notice that I could've been hurt too? And no need to thank me for saving your lives either. Just so you know, without me, the two of you would've been blown to bits in under a minute."

"You want me to say thank you?" Emily asked incredulously. "Fine! Thank you! Happy now?"

"Of course I'm not!" He suddenly reached behind him and yanked the door open, stepping out of the truck. The door slammed shut with enough force to shake the whole vehicle. It only fueled Emily's fire as she stormed out of the truck as well. She made it just past the hood as Conan kicked out at a headlight, shattering it. Glass fell to the floor as Conan crushed it under his boot.

"Conan! What the hell are you doing?"

"So you're worried about the car now too?" Her eyes drifted from the shattered headlight to Conan, who was now leaning on the car, breathing hard. His shoes were standing in the shattered glass, and Emily couldn't help but be thankful for glamours. She could only imagine what kind of attention this would cause if the mundanes saw them. His hands, large and dark, splayed out across the green hood. She suddenly remembered that morning, what it was like having his hands on her, but she shook the thought away as fast as it came.

She suddenly felt exhausted. The weight of everything that had happened the past few days seemed to hit her in a wave, and she leaned against the hood for support. It was like a boulder was pressing down on her and this fight with Conan was the gravity that only pulled it down to the point that she wanted to collapse. She found herself leaning against the hood, staring at the clouds above her as the energy drained from her body.

"I'm not fighting with you about this." That's all Emily felt like she could actually say. All she wanted was sleep, but sleeping required her to dream and suddenly Jonathan's face was pictured in her head again. Angel, he was always there!

Conan's hand descended over hers suddenly, gripping it tightly. He looped their fingers together. "Emily, I'm sorry. I didn't – I don't know what I expected from that. I guess I was just hoping…"

She cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him. "Hoping for what?"

Conan shook his head and dropped next to Emily on the hood of the truck. A bang erupted as his forehead connected with the metal. Luckily, werewolves have hard heads. "I don't know, honestly. I don't know what I want from you. And after everything that you're going through, all the crap that's happening lately, I shouldn't be pushing you to figure it out."

"Conan–"

"Just get in the truck," he said as he pulled away, his hand releasing hers. Emily watched as he backed up, drifting away from her with every step, like a ship being washed away by the sea. "Magnus needs to know what's going on. And whether you like it or not, you parents need to know about Simon and Alec. They need to get back here, pronto. We can't handle this on our own."

"LEVIATHAN!"

Chase stormed into the sewage drains under the city of New York. It stank of everything that sewage drains should stink of, but even worse than normal. The green and yellow water splashed up on his boots as he pushed his way further into the damp, circular pipe. The witch light offered him plenty of visibility but cast strange shadows in the water as the rats ran by, scurrying along to get away. Chase shuddered slightly. He always hated rats.

He hated it here, so much. First of all, sewers are just gross and unsanitary to begin with. But it was more than that. He didn't have a single good memory of this place. Who would? Since he moved to New York four years ago this place just offered more pain, more torture, and more threats as the years went on. But as all that increased, so did his tolerance. He was getting stronger, faster, and braver when it came to facing Leviathan. There was no more cowering in the corner as the demon cornered him, yelling and beating him. He would make a stand this time, whether it was the smart thing to do or not.

"Leviathan!" he screamed again as he came up to the door that he'd been looking for. It opened to a huge cavern underground that was lit by ceiling lights that dangled down. Nasty water moved its way around a central, raised piece of metal with a table sitting on it, creating a circle of moving water. There was only one way onto the island-like platform: a bridge that extended from the opened door that Chase was currently standing in, across the water, and onto the island. There were other doors, of course, and a path that lead around the outside of the cavern, but only the single bridge carried Chase where he wanted to go.

Leviathan sat at the head of the table, looking relaxed. His black, scaly skin was shining in the light as he leaned back in the chair, the front pegs lifted off the ground when he propped his legs up on the table. There was a weapon in his hands that he was examining, and it looked to be some kind of sword. The blade, unlike the Shadowhunter weapons, was black while the hilt was white with black carvings. It looked dangerous, but Chase didn't let it get to him. He couldn't.

"Beautiful weapon, isn't it?" Leviathan inquired as Chase finally made it onto the platform. He didn't seem alarmed as Chase pulled out his sword from behind his back. "Now, now, we had a deal little Shadowhunter."

"You wanted Jace and Clary. Alec, Rebecca, Simon, they were all supposed to be out of the picture. Emily especially." Chase's voice was dripping with rage and acid. He wanted nothing more than to rip Leviathan to pieces. To cut his head off of his demon body and watch him fade down to nothing, disappearing into the depths that the demons belonged in.

"Lilith wanted something different," Leviathan answered. "And what Lilith wants, she gets. You need to focus on the daughter. Get her to trust you and you know what to do when she does. But you speak of none of this to the Shadowhunters. If you do, you know who will all die before you even realize what is happening. Not a word."

His grip on the sword tightened as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Emily is supposed to be safe through all this. You and Lilith swore that she wouldn't be harmed."

Leviathan held a finger up. "Wrong. I swore that she wouldn't be harmed. Lilith can do whatever it is she desires."

"That is shit. Emily has nothing to do with this-"

"She has everything to do with this," Leviathan corrected. "She's the daughter of Jonathan Christopher Lightwood/Herondale, whatever. The point is, Lilith wants her too."

Emily's face flashed in Chase's mind suddenly. He could picture her freckles along her cheeks and nose as she smiled. Her strawberry blond hair, curling down her shoulders as she danced in Pandemonium. Or even just in training, when she was in nothing but yoga pants and her sports bra. That was his main weakness, although he refused to ever let it show. He'd never forgive himself if he was the cause of harm that came to her. Not to mention that she'd never forgive him, but he had to betray her, for reasons that she didn't even understand...

It was then that he noticed that something was off. He looked towards the north part of the cement cavern, and his stomach dropped. There were two sets of chains nailed to the wall, but they were empty. It looked like the chains used in olden times, that was how Leviathan worked. He cared for the old ways of torture - whips, chains, poisons, but he never let his subjects go. At least, as far as Chase had known him.

"Where are they?" he demanded to know as he glared at the relaxed, content Greater Demon.

Leviathan dropped the sword on the table and stood up, glancing towards the wall over his shoulder. "Lilith is dealing with them. You didn't contact us when you were meant to."

Chase's heart stopped. Lilith never dealt with them... "You have to give me time!"

"Lilith isn't a patient beauty," the demon answered. "And you'll do best to remember that next time." When he turned back to Chase, he was smiling. "Otherwise, I get to have my fun with them. That isn't what you want, right?"

It was long, but it was a fun chapter to write! Keep reviewing, tell me what you think! This is starting to get intense, even for me! And now that Jace, Clary, and Isabelle are going to be back in the picture, who knows how jacked up this world is going to get. Keep reading when i post if you really want to find out!

And I'm sorry for any typos, misspelled words, esc. I try to catch them all, but sometimes I miss one or two. Ah well, it is what it is.