Hey once again guys! Now I must say I did not get a lot of reviews on Chapter Two :(. But that's okay. I got one, and I choose to go in my direction of the story. SUPER SPIES! With that said, LET THE STORY COMMENCE!

Shoutout to Miss Olivia for her great suggestion. I was leaning towards that one as well!

Disclaimer: me own nothing.

(continues a bit before epic Jessa kissing scene!)

Jem was causally walking down the corridors, simply thinking of all the happenings in the Insitute. Miss Tessa was a very nice girl, with extreme beauty. Jem was pleasantly surprised when she toppled over him. He hoped that they would be fast friends.

But that would hurt more people, Jem thought to himself. He gently chastised himself for thinking so boldly. But, his...condition wasn't contagious, so everything would be alright.

Lost in his thoughts, he did not see a certain tall brunette walk his way. They crashed in to each other, and, once again, fell to the floor. Jem was filled with a sort of giddy glee, completely foreign to him. As their lips met, Jem, for the first time since he could remember, felt alive.

Charlotte Branwell, as head of the London Institute, had to be calm and collected. But she is expected to have some frustration, but definitely not a full out Hissy Fit. (Not sure if they use that word in London...)

Someone was increasing the attacks on Downworlders and Mundanes. This something was very smart and very dangerous. Charlotte was up to her eyes with complaints, and figuring this out was an awful ordeal. But did she have to flip the table?

Seethings with rage, she reminded herself that she had to greet her new guest. She pulled her self together, and moved towards the door. Just then, Sophie walked in.

"Ma'am, a letter for you." Sophie whispered.

Charlotte reached out for it, scanning the contents:

Dearest Charlotte,

I have written this letter to inquire on how the search is going for this mad man that is plaguing the Downworlders. The Mundanes are sensing that something is very wrong, and are getting anxious about it.

Do what you can, or we'll have to take matters in our own hands. And I know you don't want THAT to happen.

With Regards,

The Clave and Consul

Charlotte crumpled the letter in her fist. She knew matters were serious if the Clave and the Consul had to deal with it. Rage boiled inside of her. The Insitute was at stake of she didn't do something.

She sat down at her desk, forgetting all about her new arrival, and started scribbling madly.

Tessa was mortified. First, she had to fall all over Jem. Now she's KISSING him? But, surprisingly, it was pleasant. Like pure air. It felt like she was finally breathing, even though she kind of couldn't.

Tessa was lost in a daze, her mouth still on Jem's. When she managed to pull herself off of Jem, they were both blushing intensely. Tessa looked at him shyly. Her first kiss, taken by an almost stranger!

Jem turned to face her, and was about to say something, when all of a sudden, Will burst into the hallway! (Curse your timing Will!)

"Hey Jem! Charlotte wants us in the drawing room. Apparently it's pretty serious." Will said in a rush.

He glanced over at Tessa, and said,"Oh, you're still here? After seeing you all over Jem earlier, I thought you had enough shame for one day," he sneered at her.

Tessa flushed a dark red. How dare he! That complete, absolute arse! Jem looked over to Will, as if to reprimand him, but Tessa got there first. All she could see was red.

Her hand flew up, and swifter than lighting she struck his face. Without turning around to see the after math, she turned on her heel, and stormed out to find the drawing room.

Luckily, Tessa managed to find the room that everyone was gathered in. She saw a number of characters, all equally unique.

At first she saw a little woman, probably not much older than she was, holding an air of command over the room.

That must be the Head of this Insitute, Tessa thought to herself. But she was so tiny! Well, looks can be deceiving. Next to her was a man, looking like a puppy at the woman. He had a shock of ginger hair, and scorch marks all over his jacket.

There was a girl in the corner, with a scar running down her face. By the looks of it, she was a shadowhunter, due to her exposed runes. (Don't Judge me! NOBODY PUTS SOPHIE IN A CORNER! Although, she is in a corner currently...)

Finally, a young woman caught Tessa's eye and made her gasp in surprise and a bit Od envy. This girl was a pocket Venus, with elegant blond hair, and chocolate brown eyes. An English Rose, Tessa thought. Literature would sure describe her that way.

Tessa was suddenly conscious of the numerous scars on her arms. Hers were more noticeable than most Shadowhunters, due to the fact that they disappear more quickly and for other unknown reasons. They also hurt a hell lot more.

She was left alone with her thoughts, while the other people in the room conversed rather loudly. The blond one was complaining very loudly, while the tiny woman was reprimanding the ginger-doe-eyed-man about his marks on the jacket. The scarred one just shot scathing glares at the one complaining.

Suddenly, Will burst through the door, with Jem trailing behind him. Will looked pissed, and headed straight for Tessa.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP ME?", Will shrieked. His face was redder than a bell pepper.

Tessa sat quietly, not bothering to acknowledge Will. He kept bantering on, saying wicked things and screaming profanities at her. But then Will pulled the last straw. He had enough audacity to say,"It's a wonder why we have never heard of you before. Was your grandfather trying to protect you, or was it for some other reason?". He grinned wickedly, which was followed by a smirk.

Everyone turned to Will in shock. Sure, he had been known to say harsh words and biting phrases, but he had crossed the line.

Tessa was full of boiling rage, ready to blow her top. She tried counting, but then remembered all the harsh things people said about her dear grandpapa, how he was crazy and senile, and never having anyone in the world. And that did it for her.

She looked Will straight in the face, glowering and seething. Tessa then grabbed his wrist, and turned it over so fast that if you blinked you would miss it. But Tessa did not intend to hurt him. Oh no, her words were pouring out. She screamed and yelled such profanities that would make a weathered seaman blush. "If you ever say such things about my grandfather again, I will force feed you your knee caps, and then hang you by your toes. My grandfather is twice the man you will ever be, so shut. Your. Mouth. Do I make myself clear?", she said out of pure fury. Will nodded, dumbstruck by her.

She released Will, and went back to sitting quietly. Everyone in the room looked shocked except for the blond and Jem. The girl was smirking, while Jem was trying to hold back a laugh, though he looked sorry for Will.

"Well, Tessa, you sure have a very, ah...colorful vocabulary don't you?",Jem said.

Tessa blushed fiercely. Will staggered to his feet, and he did NOT look happy.

And one more chapter complete, mon amies! Don't worry, the good stuff will kick in soon.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews! Shoutout to who ever reviewed, I will get your names next time, but I'm to lazy right now. But Kelly Herondale, you rock.

Ciao!

~Lutheish