ravenwalker321, ClaceAndPeenis4eva: thank you.

riley207: ahaha indeed. I'm glad! Me too, I always think of Jonathan and Sebastian as two people; at the end of CoHF (no spoilers but y'all know what part I mean) I nearly cried.

Crazypoptartdude: oooooh possibly- it could fit in with what I've got planned. Good idea.

YayitsCaroline: aw that's awesome hahaha

sarahstories: hahah ikr. Ah, that's rad.

SuShadowhunter from Ravenclaw: thank you. I worry about writing in a young mind frame, I find it pretty difficult. I'm glad you liked it.

The harbour was void of man-made noise at 3am if you didn't count the sound of handguns being loaded and the quiet whispers of two partners in crime.

"Okay," Jace started, making careful eye contact with Clary ensuring that she was getting everything he told her. "I reckon we could get away with 30 kilos, give or take a few. Everything like security and cameras is dealt with by our lovely, unknowing associates. It's nice and dark. The people who are picking it up will be a few minutes late after our little... interference, so that'll give us, what, 7 minutes? Think we can do it?"

Clary smirked- which Jace returned- and hid her gun in her belt. "Show me the money."

They heard someone bang on a shipping container 3 times- as planned- and footsteps retreating. This was where Jace and Clary do the pick-up's jobs. They waited a few seconds then Jace held up a finger and checked to see if the way was clear. It was.

Picking up the crossbar on her way out, Clary ran to reach Jace who'd already been making his way to the cocaine-filled container. Shen they reached it, Jace took the crossbar and made quick work of the lock. Sneaking inside, Jace picked up as much of the merchandise as he could then made the short run to his black Mercedes, dumping the cocaine in the blanket-covered back seat. Clary picked up her load, not bothering to close the container door as she was sure they'd realise they were missing 30 kilos of cocaine, then headed in Jace's direction and did the same as him. They silently communicated with a nod then drove off, victorious.

Clary glanced at the cocaine now wrapped up in the blanket on the back seat. "Never thought I'd say this, Herondale, but well done."

"Personally, I think I deserve more than a 'well done' but I'll take it for now."

"Don't make me take it back."

Jace shrugged.

"Do you have contacts to sell this to?"

"Yes but we have to be careful in who choose. I haven't spoken to any of them yet. Between us, and our gangs, we have enough enemies around here." He paused to flip off another driver who'd cut him off. "I do not want to find your pretty little red head decapitated because we were careless."

"Oh so any other reason and it fine for my head to be decapitated."

Jace pretended to mentally weigh up the options. "Depends," He pulled up to his apartment. "Come on."

"Wait." Jace paused half way getting out of the car. "Where do you plan on storing this?"

"Spare room." He ducked down to look through the open car door to look at Clary.

Clary looked at his face to check whether he was joking. He wasn't. "Are fucking kidding me?"

"What?"

"Do you honestly see no problem with that?" Jace shook his head. "Jace. You have girls around whenever you can- which is every other day- one of them is bound to find it."

"Shit."

"Yeah," They both fell silent, thinking about the possibilities. Then Clary clicked her fingers signalling that she had an idea. "Your room!"

"I really don't think-"

"You're the only person who goes in there. You'd kill anyone who tried to- kinda like a Beauty and The Beast thing. Except there's not much beauty."

"Beauty and the who?"

Clary gasped. "You've never seen Beauty and The Beast?"

"Seen? So it's a film?"

"What-?! Nevermind. The point is your room is a great place to stash it. Just for a little while."

Jace sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

Clary shook her head. After a pause she gestured to the back seat. "Come on, grab them.

"I must say, doll face," Jace took the joint out of Clary's hand. He exhaled the smoke and it dispersed once it reached the ceiling fan. "Beast and The Beauty is much better when you're high."

Clary started giggling hysterically. "You said-" another burst of giggles. "You said Beast and-" tears streamed down her face. "Beast and The Beauty!"

Jace's face was serious. "It's... It's not?"

"NO!" Clary laughed so hard that she slid off the sofa onto the floor.

Jace poked her head. "Hey. Hey. Why are you on the floor?"

Clary abruptly stopped laughing and frowned. "I-I don't know."

Jace shrugged and flopped back against the back of the sofa. "Fuck I'm hungry."

"You've eaten, like, so much already."

"You have, too!"

Clary stood up looking offended. "No, I haven't!"

"Why do I not own a giraffe? How fucking cool would that be? They're so tall." Jace's words slurred and he sounded calm.

Clary lay down on the sofa with her head in Jace's lap. She started poking his legs. "This pillow is lumpy."

Jace half-heartedly swatted at her head. "Don't poke me."

"Jace?" Clary's voice was soft and quiet; it made her sound so innocent and young.

"Yeah?" Jace mumbled tiredly.

"Why did my daddy hate me? He was mean, we were just kids. I dont get it."

"My dad hated me too, baby. Sucks."

Clary hummed in agreement and they both drifted off to sleep.

Bit of bonding going on. Kinda. Not really. Anyway, I just realised that you guys know hardly anything about me (even after Bittersweet) so if there is anything you'd like to know- about me or the story- you can ask, yay!