Lacie: *crycrysobsobsobcrycry* AHHHH!*puts face in pillow and wants to die*D'X

Clary: What's wrong?! Did someone die?

Chris: I knew it, you're planning on killing someone in this chapter aren't you? Who is it? WHO? *thinks: let it be jace, let it be jace*

Clary: WAH! That's not true! It can't be! What's going on?!

Lacie: *Muffle talks into pillow* T-T

Chris: Uh-huh, okay

Clary: What did she say?

Chris: No clue *shrugs*

Lacie: *recovered* I'll just explain my mood till the end, because I don't like making these intros long. Anyway, no I'm not planning on killing anyone, sorry for Chris making you think that. I don't know if I will, but it seems like every good story kills someone so ehh. Thank you so much everyone who reviewed and who been reading so far. I want to thank everyone who has reviewed as Guest because usually I like to reply to every single review I get. (I you reviewed and I did not reply back please feel free to PM me) I can't reply to Guest so I'll say thanks to them here! Did you like the last chapter?

Chris: I enjoyed it, very much. You must be a fan of Selena Gomez

Clary: Are you only saying you enjoyed it because of my dancing?

Lacie: Yes I do like Selena, but I'm not a hardcore fan, neither do I like all of her songs, but its cause I had just watched the 'Come and Get it' video, and that's pretty much what inspired me to make that chapter that way.

Clary: Don't make me dance ever again.

Chris: Lacie-Abyss does not own the Mortal Instruments or any of its characters.

Lacie: I do own Chris and white haired, gypsy dancing Clary!

Enjoy!

Jace POV

He knew he should have felt tired, and in he could feel it deep down in his Shadowhunter bones, but Jace could not keep still.

After they had met up at Taki's, Simon left, saying that he had to meet up with his band, his excuse being that he didn't want to give them a reason to worry. Jace had argued with him, saying that isn't Clary more important than his stupid band that can't even write good songs.

"And what am I supposed to do?" Simon had retorted, "Just sit around and mope in hopes that we'll get a sign of Clary? I don't know about you, but doing something that's normal for me like practicing with my band calms me down, and gives me a better chance to think."

Jace never thought he'd see the day when Simon actually looked threatening to him, and was left at a loss for words, especially since Simon left before he had a chance to say anything back. In a way, he was right. What was he doing? Just laying around here, it wasn't like he was restricted anymore due to the heavenly fire anymore, the silent brothers had cleared him up the other day, saying that it had completely left his system. Simon was right, Isabelle was right, he could even feel like Alec could have done a better job than him had he been in his position. His parabatai had been giving him strange looks recently, like he was just waiting for Jace to stop his act and do something.

When they had gone back to the Institute, they found Maryse and Jocelyn in the library. They were at Hodge's old desk, the two kneeling angels holding up the thing looked especially in pain today, discussing something over what appeared to be a huge map of the world. The day had darkened a while ago, and lights were turned on around the library, both witchlight and regular candles, along with actual lamps.

Maryse had instantly heard them enter through the door, looking up from the desk at them, and Jocelyn had said, "Hello Isabelle, Alec, Jace," without even glancing at them. Thought it was obvious that she hadn't been in the Shadowhunter business in years, Jocelyn was still excellent at what they do. When Jace looked at her, he was instantly reminded of Clary, there was no helping it, the two looked exactly alike, though Clary had some small things about her features that resembled more closely to Valentine, at first glance, you'd think they were the same person from different time periods.

"Where have you three been?" Maryse asked them, gesturing them to come towards them, "I was looking for you."

"Looking for us? What for?" Alec asked. Maryse hardly ever asked for their help in times like these, especially not Jace or Isabelle, because they weren't eighteen yet.

"We're composing a map, a possible series of places where Clary could be," Jocelyn answered them, "Jace, you've already told us that you think Jonathan might have taken Clary into one of those houses that you've been in before, right?"

Jace nodded.

Though she wasn't looking at him, eyes glued onto the old yellowing paper, she said, "How do they work? Were you able to control the location of where they would pop up, or does the house tend to move on its own to influential places, historical marks, Shadowhunter hangouts, anything?"

"I'm not sure, I think Seb- Jonathan," Jace switched from Sebastian to Jonathan, Clary had already explained to him before as to how her mother might never be able to refer to her son as anything but Jonathan, "was able to control the previous house, but chances are this next house he may not be able to."

"What makes you say that?" Isabelle stepped in, she was standing next to her mother, tracing her finger across the rough paper.

"I don't remember very well, but from the time when I was being controlled by him, Jonathan said something about him having another house, but he preferred this one because it was more to his advantage, meaning that he could use it more to his liking. Maybe even getting in and out of it is harder." As he spoke, this made sense. He remembered Clary's explanation on how Sebastian was devastated when she had stopped them from ever being able to use that other house ever again.

Jocelyn only slightly nodded, taking in what he said, "Would you guess it's safe to assume that they won't be returning to places they've already been to?"

"I'm really not sure, but just in case," Jace stood next to Jocelyn, grasped one of the pencils that were lying about, and circle all of the locations that he had been with Sebastian during his imprisonment with him. Jocelyn's left hand was clenched, and looked as if she was holding onto something. Catching his curious gaze, Jocelyn opened her hand and showed him a small plush cat toy. It had a zipper on its back where you would keep….

"It's a coin pouch. A lot of things in our house were destroyed from when Valentine first sent a demon after me, but this was something that they must've missed. Clary hasn't used it in a long time, but it was something she cared for very much when she was little." Jocelyn had a nostalgic look in her eye, and even Jace could see little Clary, skipping around with her little coin pouch, her red hair probably in a braid, her smile lighting up everything.

Isabelle had been watching them and spoke up, "Is that so that you can find her?"

Jocelyn shook her head, the face of a protective mother claiming her features, "I've tried item after item, Jonathan has made it so that there is no trace of her."

"So then, why do you still, oh." Alec stopped his sentence. Isabelle looked up at Jace to see if he understood, and he looked at her, trying to mentally give her the explanation. Jocelyn wasn't using the toy to find her, it was to keep herself together while she tried to find her daughter.

Maryse cleared her throat, interrupting the silence that had settled on all of them, "Alec could you be a dear and make some tea please?" Alec nodded and exited the library.

The four of them continued to stare at the map, and first Jace was rather uncomfortable, he knew that Jocelyn didn't really like him, but it seemed like these past few days had made them have a silent agreement. We can argue about I'm not good enough for your daughter as soon as we get her back. Jace would have thought that he's even feel even more anxious being around her, considering that she and her daughter were very alike, but it was the other way around. He felt secure even, like the fact that they were both willing to do anything to get Clary back strengthened them. He could feel her motherly affection, something that Jace can sometimes see traces of in Maryse, practically oozing out of her. In a strange way, Jace yearned for that affection, according to what he had heard, his mother had slit her wrists and killed herself, leaving her unborn child do die along with her.

It was strange to admit that though Valentine was the cause of all of this, he had been the one who had saved him from the womb.

That was the only thing he would ever be grateful of him for.

"Jocelyn," Maryse looked up at her from across the table, her hair flowing around her, "By any chance, did you ever place a tracking rune on Clary when she was young?"

Jocelyn met Maryse' stare, black on green, "You mean one similar to the ones Valentine placed on the circle?"

With one eyebrow raised, Maryse responded, "You knew?"

"Not back then, just recently during the time I was held captured by him, he often spoke to me, thinking I was asleep and couldn't hear him." Jocelyn's eye softened, as if she were seeing something not in front of them, "He told me everything."

Maryse nodded.

"Wait, what do you mean by tracking rune that Valentine used on you guys? You too mom?" Isabelle asked, her voice full of unbelief mixed with curiosity.

"Back when we were a part of the Circle," Jocelyn responded, "Valentine placed tracking runes on the members."

"It was because of that in which Valentine was able to locate us at all times. He would have a map similar to this one, and whenever he wanted to know where we were, he would look at the map and a small gold dot would appear to show our location. My mark is hidden on my head, so it's hard to find and notice." Maryse looked up at Jace with an apologetic expression, something he hardly ever saw on her, "There's one on you, it's how I knew that you were alive. I stood by this map watching as your presence appeared all around the world in the form of a gold dot."

Jace gave her a warm grin, which she returned. He knew that he should feel upset, that he had a rune on him that meant Maryse could track him anytime she wanted, but instead he felt comforted, to know that she cared for him and searched for him in a time when everyone thought he had gone over to the dark side.

Maryse turned her gaze back towards Jocelyn, "You didn't answer my question. Does Clary have one?"

"Do I have one?" Isabelle asked very seriously. Jace couldn't help but smirk.

Both women ignored her, as Jocelyn sighed and stood up straight from where she was leaning over the table, "Yes, yes I did. It was a long time ago, Clary was only about a month old, and at that time I was still scared out of my wits, thinking that my husband was after me, coming to take me and learn about the daughter I never told him about. I didn't want anything to happen to Clary, not after what he did to my first child."

She looked at her hands, the hands that protected Clary when she was too young to protect herself. "I already tried it though, Jonathan must have placed some sort of barrier around her, so that the rune can't announce where she is."

"In that case, something powerful must urge through that barrier in order for it to work." Maryse nodded, her eyes focused on the map, looking at the places where Jace marked.

The sound of a door opening penetrated all of their thinking, as Alec came with a rolling cart, pushing a tea kettle, and five porcelain cups on top of it. "I hope you all like Chamomile, cause that's the only thing I found." His parabatai wasn't known for making anything, so Jace was ready for the worst. He walked away from the table, towards Alec.

"You look like you should be in a hotel wearing a black vest and a cup for tips." Jace joked. Indeed, Alec looked funny, his tall form pushing the small cart along with the fine tableware.

Alec scowled at him, in which Jace replied, "Now, now, no scowling. Here," He reached in his pocket for some spare change, "I hope this is enough to make you happy, you should really get rid of that scowl, it'll boost up your tips."

Alec was in the middle of pouring tea into the cups, and when Jace reached for his, he 'accidentally' dropped some on his outstretched hand. "Ow!" Jace said, sucking on his burnt finger.

"My apologies, young simpleton." As he rolled the cart towards his mother, he whispered, "Well somebody's feeling better."

Jace rolled his eyes, and followed him. This time he took his cup without any burns. As he sat in one of the arm chairs that surrounded the table, he took a small sip of the boiling tea. Not bad.

"Thank you Alec, the tea is delicious. Should help clear our heads." Maryse praised him, and Jace could see Alec smile to himself. His parabatai was such a momma's boy. He saw Isabelle smirk at him too, as she sat lopsided at one of the chairs as well, her back against one of the arms while her long legs dangled across the other, holding her cup of tea close to her abdomen.

They had all sat down except for Jocelyn, whose cup of tea was sitting on the desk, untouched.

"Jocelyn, please, sit down. Take a break for five minutes. I know you're anxious, believe me I know what you're going through, but just standing there won't accomplish anything." Maryse motioned towards one of the many empty chairs around them, inclining her to sit.

"I can rest later, when I know my daughter is safe. Don't you see Maryse I can't sit still sipping tea when I know my daughter is out there and I'm not doing anything about it." Jocelyn answered, her tone harsh.

"Look, I know you feel like there's something you have to do, but you don't know what that is yet. This whole thing has taken its toll on you and if you don't sit down and rest you'll be even more unable to achieve anything." Maryse's voice had become harsh as well, cold, yet understanding. She could see what Jocelyn was dealing with, and in a strange way, everyone else could too. Jocelyn had been through much more than all of them could recognize, alone she left her people, left everything she ever knew, to raise a child in world of people was trained to protect from demons they couldn't see. She went days under a coma like state under the hold of her crazy husband, not knowing whether or not her daughter was okay, the world she had run away from and tried to hide from her coming back at her in full force. Just when she thought she was staring to make the right choices by marrying the man she should have after all this time, he gets attacked by her son, and have had to postpone her marriage for countless of reasons. Now, her daughter was gone, again, taken by her son, the monster that she had created thanks to Valentine.

It was strange how though Valentine had been dead for months, his actions were still affecting them now.

"Maryse I know you're worried for me, but I have to keep looking, I have to keep doing something because if I don't I feel like I'll explode!" Jocelyn's face was grim, her jaw clenched, and her forehead creased.

"Jocelyn, we understand your reasons-" Maryse tried to reason with her but Jocelyn shook her head, yelling, "No you don't understand! At least you knew if Jace was alive, but now, I don't even know that!"

Jace thought back to his conversation with Simon at Taki's, and sat straight in his armchair.

"Jocelyn," she looked up at him with eyes that held unshed tears. Jace could see the bags that had formed over the last couple of days.

Jace spoke in a meaningful way, hard enough so that he could be taken as an adult and not as her daughter's rebel boyfriend, yet not too hard so that he was lecturing her, "Look, you're worried about Clary because you're afraid that she can't defend herself, or because you think about everything that could happen to her. But that's not the case, Clary's not the little unaware girl she was months ago, she's a trained Shadowhunter, and she knows what she's doing. You spent her whole life trying to hide it all from her, and that may have set her back, but you shouldn't worry so much about her not being able to handle things. I doubt she can't take care of herself. So don't over-concern yourself, I'm positive that Clary will be okay." As he spoke, Jace realized that he wasn't just trying to convince Jocelyn, but he was trying to convince himself. His Clary could handle anything, "If Clary can handle a Ravener demon while she still had no clue about the Shadowhunter world, she can deal with what's going on now."

Jocelyn's face had been facing the map midway Jace's talk, her hair blocking the view of her expression as she spoke, "I know she can handle herself, I just, I just, I need to find her, before the Clave does."

The Clave. Of course, they wanted to kill or capture Clary, just as they wanted to do so with Jace.

Alex spoke up, "Ms. Fray, I know you're worried, but you have to take it easy on yourself, Clary would hate than in trying to help her, you were hurting yourself." Alec's voice was smooth, caring, much different from what Maryse and Jace had done, and Jocelyn's form seemed to have relaxed, just a bit, but it was still rigid.

She pulled an armchair close to the table, and sat in it with her cup in her hands. She leaned back into the soft leather, but her eyes never left the map. It was a start. Jace saw Maryse give Alec a grateful smile.

"So, where were you three again?" Maryse said as she sipped her tea.

"We went to meet up with Simon." Izzy answered, swinging her legs around.

"How is Simon?" Jocelyn asked. She had cared for Simon ever since Clary had met him, and Jace could feel that Jocelyn felt somewhat responsible for him as well.

"He's, doing what he can." Izzy said, "He's searched the whole city, and by whole, I mean whole." When Jocelyn looked at her funny, she explained, "Ever since I called him three days ago, he's been using his vampire senses and stuff to look everywhere."

"So the daylighter is at work too, good." Maryse stated, and Izzy froze up. Jace could tell that Izzy had a thing for Simon, so when her mom just referred to him as such it might make her mad.

"He's holding up just fine." Izzy claimed, though she had returned to her slouched position.

"What did you all talk about?" Jocelyn asked.

Jace, Alec and Isabelle exchanged looks, and they all nodded. The two older women looked at them all with inquisitive glances.

"Well, you see," Alec explained everything for them, because he could make it short and simple. He explained their theory of how Simon had noticed Clary acting strange about a week before she disappeared, about how when she left with Jonathan, she said something about accepting his offer. Overall, they explained how they think Clary willingly left with her brother.

Jocelyn sat through the brief story with unbelief written over her face, and when Alec finished, she looked at them all with a grim expression, "I'm sure you all already know, but not one word of this to anyone from the Clave. They already suspect of Clary's cooperation with Jonathan, they don't anymore proof of it."

"No!" Jocelyn argued, "Clary couldn't have agreed to leave, she couldn't!"

"She could if she was being threatened with something, namely us." Jace stated firmly.

"But, no, it can't, it can't, I shouldn't have let her leave the house! I-" Jocelyn stopped abruptly, eyes focused on something on the map.

"Jocelyn?" Maryse asked, worry tinged in her voice, "Are you alright?"

She stood up and walked over to the red haired women, and hesitantly, placed her hand on her shoulder, "I know this is hard to understand but-" Maryse stopped as well, her head giving the map a double take. "What?"

Jace, Alec and Izzy stood up at the same time, suddenly sensing something was amiss. They all stared as a golden dot appeared brightly in an area where Saudi Arabia was at, watching as it slowly started to fade.

"Clary…," Isabelle sounded.

"Something she did made the barrier around the tracking rune break down for a while." Maryse said. Though the dot was gone, they all still had their eyes on the spot where they saw it.

"Clary, that's where you are…" Jocelyn sounded as if she was about to break down.

"For now at least," Maryse quickly said, she was the first to break out of their stupefied moment, and snapped at Alec, "Alec, go to my office and get my contact folder, I have to look for the nearest Institute there." Maryse walked to the phone that was at the end of the desk and was shuffling through papers, Alec dashed out of the room.

"My Arabic is rough but it'll have to do." Maryse spoke to herself.

Isabelle grabbed a pencil, and quickly before her mind forgot, circled the little area where the dot had been, "She was around the northern part of Saudi Arabia, very close to the border of Iraq."

Jace and Isabelle stood where they were, while Jocelyn and Maryse looked through papers and listed reason as to why they would be calling an Institute all the way across the world so that they Clave wouldn't grow suspicious. Alec fluttered here and there, getting information for his mother.

"What I want to know," Isabelle said to Jace, "Is what Clary did to make break the barrier that hid her from us."

Jace agreed. Then again, sometimes his Clary was just amazing.

Lacie: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to update sooner. About the whole, 'I update every blahblah' yeah , I'm just going to update whenever I can.

Clary: Wait a second, I'm not in this chapter?

Chris: Not everything revolves around you Clary.

Lacie: You're in the next chapter, I just thought we'd get quick look at the gang.

Chris: So wait, Clary didn't do anything to break the barrier….

Lacie: they don't know that

Clary: wait, it was that weird heart attack I had wasn't it.

Lacie: You're right, but more shall be revealed in the next chapter, which I will commence as soon as I update. And as for why I was sad, it was because I just finished my anime/manga that I had been obsessing over for a week, so when I was finished I felt like I had nothing to do with my life anymore. Anyone else feel that way?
Clary: YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW

Chris: You guys are too emotionally attached to thing that don't exist.

Lacie: you don't exist

Clary/Chris: DON'T GO THERE

Lacie: Sorry sorry, anyway my viewers, I really loved all of your reviews, and I take them very seriously, and remember, if you want to chat with me, feel free to pest me about anything.

Clary: Please review and hopefully you enjoyed the chapter!