angel with a shotgun (open m/m)

Clary had always felt like she didn't belong anywhere, as far as most people were concerned she was a rebel. And she liked it. Sure she had gotten in trouble with the police and had more arrests under her belt then most people at the tender ager of twenty-two did, but she didn't care. Sprinting down a dark alley a gleeful laugh left her as her combat boots smacked against the ground as she tore away from the out of shape security guard behind her her newly stollen black duster flapping as she ran. Her short platinum blonde hair fell into her eyes now and again but it didn't bother her. Nope, nothing bothered her when she was in a mood to steal or do something to feel anything that resembled happiness that didn't involve sleeping.

But then again, when she did sleep Clary dreamt of angels. Herself being one in a war in particular and there was another angel always in her dreams. A man who looked so god like who always yelled for her when she died in the dream. Skidding out of the alleyway throwing those thoughts out of her head Clary tore down a sidewalk wondering how far she could get before she ran into someone she knew. There had been days when she had done this when she didn't run into anyone she knew and other days it was like the world was against her and she ran into everyone so she would get caught.

Managing to shake the security guard Clary jogged two more blocks over just to make sure there was enough distance between the two of them, slowing to a walk she ducked into a nearby cafe that did a pretty good coffee and muffin deal. Walking up to the counter she ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate chip muffin. Walking over to a table she kicked out a chair and plopped herself down and got comfortable while waiting for her coffee to be made, placing an elbow on the table Clary rested her chin on her hand and looked out the nearby window watching people go past. Seeing a familiar man walk by and into the cafe Clary smirked a little as the chair across from her was pulled out.

She knew who this man was, hell, she was sure he knew just as much about her as she did about him. After all he had been arresting her long enough. Of course there was a couple of things about him she hadn't figured out about like, like how he was in bed or if he was a boxers or brief kind of guy. But she had been feeding him information about drug and arm dealers on the side to get herself out of going to jail for so long that it almost felt like they were cheating the system together. "Morning detective. Lovely day for a coffee and muffin don't cha think?" Clary questioned with a grin as she flicked a glance over at him, the man somehow always looked like he had stepped off of runway with his good looks. Hell she had seen this man still look scrumptious after getting into physical altercations with people.