Sorry I took so long to upload again, I've been trying to catch up with my other fanfiction, and I was out all weekend! Thank you to everyone who rated and reviewed!

Eric had found some kind of strap on this to wear with the baby (don't take it that way guys, seriously, it's not even funny [okay, I guess you can laugh, just once]), and Alec was holding some kind of ice cloth to his tooth as they all were in the lift.

"Why can't we remember a Forsaken thing from last night?" Alec threw his arms out in exasperation.

"Because, we obviously had a great fucking time," Jace sniffed, leaning onto the back of the elevator shaft. "Why don't you just stop worrying for one minute? Be proud of yourself."

The elevator shaft opened, revealing a middle aged looking woman, with grey streaked hair and blue eyes. She smiled at the guys as she got in the lift. "Oh how cute," she said. "What's his name?"

A moment passed where no one said anything. "Uh, Ben," Jace said. The woman looked at Jace, and wouldn't take her eyes off his shoulder.

"Carlos," said Eric, looking at Jace, then back at the doors.

"Carlos?" Jace asked.

"Herondale," the old woman breathed, and reached out to Jace's shoulder. His star shaped scar was on show.

"What?" Jace looked at her, alertly. "That's my second name, yes."

"Stephen," she said softly, putting both hands on his shoulders.

"No, that was my father." Jace said, lifting her hands away. "Who are you? Were you a friend of his?"

"I'm Amatis," she said. "I knew your father, rather well."

"Hey Jace, look," Eric said, playing with Carlos's arm, to make it look like he was wanking. "He's jacking his little wenis," he giggled.

"Pull yourself together, man," Jace laughed, sipping on his orange juice. They were down at the pool for their breakfast.

"Not at the table, Carlos," Eric laughed.

"I looked everywhere," Alec said, coming back from the table after his hunt for Simon. "The gym, the casino, the front desk. No one's seen Simon. He's not here."

"He's fine, he's a grown man," said Jace, handing Alec an orange juice. "Seriously, Alec, you've got to calm down. Here, have some juice."

Spontaneously, Alec barfed to the side of the table. "I'm so sorry."

"Right, let's just track this thing," Jace grabbed a pen and paper. "What's the last thing we remember doing?"

"The last thing was, we were on the roof," Eric said, somehow trying to shove the ends of his sunglasses into his eyes. "And we were having shots of Jäger."

Alec retched and coughed, oh dear.

"Then we ate dinner, right?" Asked Jace.

"Yeah, then we played craps at the Hard Rock Café," said Eric, "and I think Simon was there."

"That sounds right," Jace said, sipping on a coffee now. "He definitely was."

"You know what guys?" Alec said. "I don't even remember going to dinner."

"I know," said Jace, throwing down his coffee. "I don't think I've ever been this hungover."

"After the Hard Rock I passed out, and it's like emptiness," Eric laughed idiotically.

"We have up until ten p.m.," Jace said, reading over the bit of paper. "That gives us a twelve hour window where we could have lost him."

"What is this?" Eric asked, taking something that looked like old, chewed chewing gum from his pocket.

"For the love of the Angel!" Alec said, reaching out to take it. "That's my tooth! Why do you have that? What else is in your pocket?"

"That's a good thing," said Jace, sparking on an idea. "Check your pockets, check your pockets. Got anything?"

Alec pulled out loose change, and a little bit of paper. "I have an ATM receipt from the Bolagio." He said. "Eleven oh five, for EIGHT HUNDRED DOLLARS!" He almost yelled. "I am so fucked!"

"I have a valet ticket for Caesar's." Eric said. "Looks like we got in at five fifteen a.m."

"Oh shit, we drove last night?" Jace put his face into his palms.

Eric laughed. "We were driving drunk, classic."

Alec pretended to laugh.

"What's on your arm?" Eric asked, pointing to the yellow band round Jace's wrist.

Jace read the yellow band on his arm. "What the fuck?"

"Angel Raziel!" Alec said, taking Jace's wrist. "Jace, you were in the hospital last night!"

"I guess so, yeah." Said Jace.

"You okay?" Asked Eric.

"Yeah, Eric, I'm fine," he said.

"What the hell is going on?" Alec said.

"Alec, Alec, this is a good thing!" Jace said. "We have a lead now."

"Hey Alec, watch this," Eric said, making poor Carlos look like he was wanking again.

"Eric," Alec said, looking totally unimpressed. "Not cool."

"Eh, so, are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?" Alec asked, as they waited for the car to come round.

"What you talking about?" Eric asked. "I've found a baby before."

"You found a baby before?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Where?"

"Outside the Coffee Bean."

Alec blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Hey Jace?" Eric said. "I don't think Simon would want us to take the Mercedes.

"Relax, we'll be careful," he said.

"My dad is crazy about that car, and he left Simon in charge,"

"Eric, we've got bigger problems here. Simon could be in the hospital, he could be hurt, okay? That's why we can worry about the car later."

"Uh, guys," said Alec, pointing at something on the roof. "Check it out."

They turned round to see a king sized mattress sliced though the middle and wedged through a statue on the wall."

"Is that the mattress from Simon's room?" Eric asked.

"What the fuck,"

"Hey, what's going on here?" Jace asked a guy, loading luggage into a car.

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window," he said.

"No shit," Jace said quietly, still looking at the mattress.

"Yeah," he said. "Some guys just can't handle Vegas."

Alec pretended to laugh again, "Oh Angel," he said.

"It's gonna be alright, Alec," Jace said, patting him on the back. "How the hell did we manage that?"

A police car pulled up in front of them. "Here's your car, officers," said the valet, getting out of the car.

"Eh," Alec said.

"Alright everybody, act cool." Said Jace. "Don't say a word. Come on, let's just get ready to go. Alec have you got a five?" Jace asked, as they got into the car.

"No," he said.

"I'll get you on the way out," Jace said to the valet.

"Thank you sir,"

Alec opened the passenger seat, and Eric's seat, and whacked Carlos's head with the car door. Carlos started crying immediately.

"For the love of the Angel!" Alec cried. "You just nailed the baby!"

"Are my glasses okay?" Eric asked.

"Your glasses are fine, dick."

The traffic was not good. Not good at all. Jace kept beeping the horn impatiently.

"This is so illegal," said Alec.

"Can't you see the fun part in anything?" said Jace, sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, we're stuck in traffic, in a stolen police car, with a sure to be missing child in the backseat." he said. "Which part of this is fun?"

"I think the cop car part is pretty cool," said Eric.

"Thank you, Eric," said Jace. "It is cool. Simon would love it!" He beeped the horn twice. "Come on!" He shouted out the window. "Check this out," he said, turning on the police siren, and driving on the pavement.

"Oh no, Jace, no!" Alec yelled. "Jace, don't do this!" Like Jace would listen?

"Take it easy," Jace grinned.

"Don't draw any more attention to us!"

"Attention, attention," said Jace through the police megaphone. "Move out, of the way. I repeat, please disperse."

"Jace, stop, I want to get out, I want to get out," Alec freaked.

"Ma'am, in the leopard dress," said Jace, to a blonde slut crossing in front of them, ignoring Alec. "You have an amazing rack." This made Eric laugh.

"Get off the sidewalk, get off the sidewalk," Alec yelled at all the pedestrians.

"I should have been a fucking cop," said Jace.

I'm narrowing everything down slowly. Theories on who will be who anyone? Let me know! Until chapter 6, see ya!