The Adventures of Agent Fray and Detective Lightwood

Chapter Eighteen: This Sick Confession

Chapter Eighteen
This Sick Confession

Clary
I was beyond bored. In fact, bored had become a word that was simultaneously implanted in my brain.

Me and Alec had only been sitting in this hospital room with one another for a couple of hours, and we both insisted on doing some written reports from back at the station in New York.

It was until we were about three hours into writing and reading the major cases whenever I let out a frustrated groan.

Alec's eyebrow rose but he only continued writing whatever it was that he was writing for work. Still looking down at the paper, he smirked and said, "Is there a problem, Ms. Fray?"

I gave him a look only for him to look at me and send me a wink.

I wasn't at all exasperated whatsoever. Because being around Alec for all these hours was honestly a blessing.

Yet still, I asked him with clear curiosity in my voice, "You've been writing non-stop since we began work. How do you do it?"

Alec shrugged while signing his name on a rather long document, sliding it aside and saying, "I'm twenty-four years old, Clary. This stuff is like simple little schoolboy problems. I just love my job too much." A genuine smile appeared on my face.

Alec caught that look from the corner of his eye, so I began to re-read a document as he said, "I love when I make you smile like that."

My eyes froze on the page, and my heart began to best faster as I asked, "Why?"

For the first time in three hours, Alec actually sat his pen down and looked straight into my eyes, causing me to feel like at any minute now, all the wind would be knocked out of me. He answered me with meaning behind each and every word,

"When I make you smile, I'm reminded of who I truly am. Not who everybody says I am. I'm not Alec the Whore or Alec the Heartbreaker, I'm just...me. You bring out apart of my soul I didn't even know existed."

We stared at one another for a second. I made a attempt to get up, but then I remembered the machines that were hooked up to me, and I instantly sat back down on the bed.

Wow Clary, that's only the most awkward thing I've ever done, I thought, my cheeks burning.

Alec chuckled, causing me to cover my face even more. Next thing I knew, Alec was sitting on the bed next to me and pulling both my hands away from my face.

He gave me a smile that was meant for me and me only, and I found that my once burning cheeks were now back to their normal porcelain color.

Alec gently took hold hold on both of my hands, holding them intently and whispering loud enough for me to hear, "Say it."

My eyebrow quirked up in confusion. Alec leaned his face closer and, his breath chilled against my face from the spearmint gum he was chewing on only a couple of minutes ago. I leaned in to his touch, wanting to desperately wrap my arms around his neck and have his lips on mine.

Yet I was still very content with his hands holding mine, and his voice gently caressing my ear and saying, "Say what's on your mind." I smiled and whispered back what my heart was screaming out for me to say,

"You aren't at all what they say you are, Alec. No matter how many times they tell you that, just know that their wrong. You're considerate, intelligent, a hard worker, and so much more. The list is endless. I just...I just love seeing you happy." Alec froze but I looked into the face of the man I love, and right then, my phone rung, interrupting whatever would of happened between us.

I restrained myself from literally screaming, my disappointment clear on my face.

Damn phones. Damn the sound button. Damn these interruptions.

Alec just had a apologetic look on his face as if he could control whoever was calling me.

I only slowly nodded and picked up my phone, confusion clouding over my face as I realized this was a unknown number.

It could just be someone from the station, I picked it up and pressed the accept button and pressed the phone to my ear, saying in my usual professional tone, "Agent Fray."

"Clarissa?" My heart dropped when I heard my full name. But what I confused me even more, was the man that said the word.

He was undoubtedly unfamiliar, and I found myself struggling to piece together words for a minute. "I'm sorry, but who is this?" The response I got was enough to make me die right on this very bed.

"Hello Clary. This is your father, Valentine Morgenstern."