This is my first story, no idea what to do. I'm typing this into word, saving it, and seeing if i can upload it. if there is any error's, oh well. Live with it because i have absolutely no idea what I'm doing and it's the adventures in my head that your reading, or testing.

Before you ask, no i do not own the mortal instruments and never will, which is a shame because I'm pretty sure Cassandra Clare is rich.

Well then, if this doesn't upload, I'm gunna feel like a right fool but oh well.

Prologue

Jace had been described as beautiful. Jace had been described as sexy. Jace had been described as charming.

But not once had Jace been described as 'a pompous, nosy, big-headed, intrusive git.'

The day before he met the accuser he found out about her. His job involved five world-wide cults, one of which he belonged. One of which was funded and formed by the government who still runs it. It's like a less formal CIA, certainly less qualified.

The vampires were one of the most widely known. They didn't exactly have an opinion on anything, nor a motto, nor a point that they wanted to make. Most people in the cult had joined unwillingly, press-ganged if you will. When Jace had asked them why they didn't just leave, they just shrugged, not giving him a reason and just saying something vaguely like, 'I'm in now, I might as well as just deal with it.'

The werewolves were widely known, but were isolated. Like the vampires, they stayed together in clumps and groups. Their policy was more primal. If you can beat the leader then you are the leader. The people in the groups followed the leader without a second question. They were very private and over the years of their existence they have had several different political aims, but because of their caveman way of voting none of these aims seemed to be related.

The warlocks were some of the most criminal. They lived in quite solitary lives, not in society but to each other, each and every one of them worked for their opinions, but was proud to say they belonged to the Warlocks. If a warlock met a warlock in a political battle and realised that they both belonged to the warlock cult, they would call it a moot point and give up their arguments or pass in onto someone else. However they were famous for hosting wild parties and selling and taking drugs.

A thing that the Fairies were famous for, these had the most power in the 60's when it was 'all about free love'. They were responsible for rallies and protests about most things. Peace and war, that was them, the Catholic Church, that was them. They seemed to be orientated around a leader who they called queen or king and these royalties organised several events like protests. The members were all somehow related to another member, Jace had yet to meet a member who wasn't new or related to someone else who was in there.

Finally was Jace's cult, the hunter's. The government were concerned about the four cults. They followed the law, but when one of them broke the law or they waged cult war, they didn't like the media getting on it and nosing into their cults business. So they hired people to solve it. Generally, they hired cops gone bad and blackmailed people up on death row. The hunters were hired to keep the peace and to solve any crimes in the or between the cults and to keep it quiet. To make sure that the police didn't dive into their cults and the hunters did instead. The downworlder's didn't seem to mind. To the downworlder's, the hunters were just a nuisance, but they were better than the police. To the hunters, either cult was neutral until one was prove guilty. The hunters didn't just up hold normal societal law in the cults, but the law of the cults involved. They also proved who was guilty and took them down.

The government called this status the downworld. Jace guessed it was, these cult members didn't consider themselves part of this society, while they followed the law they also followed the law in their cults. Also, these cults were extremely private, and anyone who didn't belong in any cult, namely the police, was not welcome in their lives.

So that was why Jace was so shocked when his office phone rang.

He picked up the black plastic phone, "Mr. Herondale speaking."

"Hello Mr. Herondale," Jace froze when he heard the voice, he had to be in deep trouble to be talking to this person, "its Inquisitor speaking." The inquisitor was his boss. She was also a relative of his, his grandmother to be precise. Even though he had never met her until he got the job, they didn't see eye to eye.

Jace closed his eyes, begging for his bravado to stay in place, he hated it when his character slipped and he showed he was scared or kind, "yeah?" he answered coolly, despite the fact his palms were sweaty, "what could I possibly accomplish for the amazing and unstoppable Inquisitor?"

He heard a sigh from the other end of the phone, "Jonathan, stop being so absurd. You know for a fact that you are one of the best hunters the government have," Jace noticed that she didn't say that he was under her employment, "but there's a case that has come in, and you're the last available person since you have refused to take up any assignment since the reports came in."

Jace smirked in the phone, "I just thought that I would be better waiting for a major assignment instead of dealing with a wacko warlock who's been caught by the mundie's doing drugs." The mundane were the normal societal folk who were ignorant of the four cults because they weren't features on the BBC news website.

"Yes well, I think this case will stretch your abilities. I need you to work on a case. A hunter Jocelyn Morgenstern was found dead this morning," Jace glanced at the clock and frowned. It was 9:34am, it was still morning, "we suspect she was a rotten apple, although, we do have cause for concern..."

Jace was still frowning and murmured, "Morgenstern, Morgenstern. Where have I heard that before?"

Jace swore he could hear the inquisitor's teeth grinding, she hissed at him, "You fool! Valentine! She was Valentine Morgenstern's wife!"

Jace paled, he remembered now. Valentine tried to get to the root of the problem...the cults. He had this crazy theory that by killing every member and scrap of evidence that the cult's existed, then the world would be peaceful.

The inquisitor presumed Jace's silence was realisation and carried on, "We have been looking for her for a while. She was a deserter, god knows why. She was born into the hunters but she wasn't really significant. I never met her but from what I've heard she wasn't really consequential. So, are you up for the job?"

Jace was realising something alright. The inquisitor knew this was major, never before had a hunter been killed purposely by the cults. Why would they when hunters kept the peace? Whatever Jocelyn had done, it was bad enough that she convinced one of the cults that the police were better than the hunters and that they no longer wanted peace. These were actions to cause war; they were trying to motivate the hunters into declaring war against a cult. A one hot shot way to do so was kill one of our members.

Three hours later Alec threw a folder onto Jace's desk and said, "She had a daughter!" Jace looked up in surprise; he picked up the folder and flicked through it. It was horribly brief, Clarissa had never registered for a passport, only had one school...yep, and all the generic stuff was there, not even all, the bare minimum.

Then half an hour later, Isabelle came in and slapped a folder down onto his desk and exclaimed, "She had a daughter!"

Jace sighed, "Well done dizzy Izzy. Your brother already found out, didn't he tell you?"

Isabelle scowled, "No he did not!"

Right at that moment Alec walked in with another frustratingly slim folder in his hands, "I'm presuming you're talking about me, I didn't do what?"

Isabelle spun on him, her long black hair swishing round as she did so, "You didn't tell me that you had already found out about her kid."

Alec shrugged, "Must have slipped my mind." Isabelle huffed and crossed her arms, Jace knew why. Alec never forgot anything, he must be paying her back for a fight they had earlier. Jace frowned; he could not have his partners in crime be fighting with each other when they were working on a case that was too big for them. The sole reason the inquisitor gave them the case was so that they made complete fools out of themselves making a mess out of the assignment and having the satisfaction of swooping in and saving their butts.

Jace sighed, he would go to hell before his granny saved his butt, instead of saying that he asked Alec, "What have you got?"

A little V shaped formed on Alec's forehead as he scowled at the offending folder and just passed it to Jace. Jace opened the folder, his eyebrows rising upwards in shock. It was Clarissa Fairchild, but a completely different identity. He looked at the one Isabelle had put together; it seemed that this Clarissa Fairchild was on the run from something...or someone.

So, what do you think? I have seen that message after every other fanfic I read and I didn't want to be the odd one out, :-{D

If you reckon that i should just cut my losses while i can please say so. I want people to read and enjoy it, thus the reason i put it on fanfic, but if nobody ain't gunna read it i might as well as not write, right?

I know that it is a lot along the actual plot, but i ain't gunna make this Valentine related. Im just writing it as it come's along. This is just a prologue; the chapter's i will do will be much longer.

FW :-{D