"Alright, listen up!" All Shadowhunters looked up at the Head of the New York Institute. "Clary has been taken by Jonathan and we've just learned he has Izzy with him and sent a demon to play as her here for the last couple of days." The residence of the New York Institute looked at each other gasping and muttering. Alec cleared his throat and continued talking. "So, I want to double the guards. If anyone hears anything they come straight to me." He nodded as if to dismiss everyone and Jace ran to his Parabatai's side.

"Alec-"

"I'm fine Jace, I've sent out fire messages to the other institutes telling them what happened."

"The Clave won't be happy we lost Clary... and Izzy" 

Alec sighed shaking his head before speaking. "I am going to find her, and Clary." He turned around and went into of his office. Jace sighed before walking over to look out one of the church-like windows. "Izzy where are you?"

Thump! Thump!... Thump! Thump! Thump!

Clary woke up to the sound of a loud banging and shuffled out of bed. She was dressed in her new nightie and tiptoed to Jonathan's room only to find it empty and the bed still perfectly made. "Jonathan?" She whispered wandering down the hall to the main room.

There he was, sitting by the fire, it's warm orange light making soft flashing patterns on his face as he looked into it in some kind of quiet trance. "Jonathan?" He looked up at her calmly.

"Clary," he stood up, his size was about three times her own - then again she was tiny compared to most people - and walked over to her bending down to her height, "what's wrong?"

"Don't you hear the banging." She said rubbing her tired eyes. It must have been about midnight, her suspicions were confirmed by the grand clock pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room.

"Probably just the neighbours, you should go back to bed." He said while placing a warm hand on her arm and rubbing it protectively. 

"Okay Jonathan." She hugged him before quietly walking towards the hallway going back to her room.

Thump! Thump!

"Night," she mumbled quietly and he gave a small nod.

"Sweet dreams." He smiled warmly. When the small girl had left and he heard her door shut with a small click, he got up and walked over to a closet that was used as storage, he had locked with the key that stayed at his side, in his pocket.

Opening the door silently he looked into the darkness his face turned grim. "Stay quiet," his voice echoed in the darkness. "or you'll never see your brother again. Or at least, not in this world." 

"Jonathan, Jonathan, Jonathan!"

Jonathan felt something hit his stomach and opened his eyes quickly to see Clary, practically sitting on him, smiling. "Wha-"

"Can we do something fun?" She asked, her green eyes pleading. 

"Like what?" He sat up and Clary slid to the end of the bed.

"Don't know." She shrugged before running out of the room, still in her lime green nightie. Quickly, he put on a light t-shirt and jeans before following her to the ktichen, his hands in his pockets. He smiled when seeing her on the counter reaching to one of the highest cupboards to grab a half empty box of cereal.

"Clary," he began.

"Yeah?" She answered still reaching for the cereal box before finally getting it down. 

"I love you." His words obviously took her by surprise she didn't look at him though her body stiffened. As she fiddled with the box she mumbled. "Thanks."

"Do you love me?" She didn't know how to answer. There was a creepy way about how he said it, that made her feel uncomfortable.

"What type? Of love I mean..." She answered back.

"What do you mean?" Giving up on her question she looked at him.

"Yeah, I guess so." He walked closely looking down at her.

"I have to go." He said calmly lifting a hand to lift her chin.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll be back soon. Lanaia will keep an eye on you until I'm back, wont' you Lanaia?" Clary looked as the Seelie she had seen when Jonathan had brought her here, walk from out of the corridor. 

"Of course." She said with not very much kindness. She spoke in the way a servant would to their master and Clary didn't like it. "I promise I'll be back soon." He said before getting up and shrugging on a coat and grabbing both a large book she had seen him carrying since they visited Paris and a large Seraph blade. He gave her a quick smile over his shoulder at her, though he tensed when Lanaia put an arm around Clary.

"I've been told you like art..." She began and Jonathan walked out of the apartment.

Sorry this took so long. School has started again and I had writers block...