Without A Trace - Paternity Eternal
Summary: Another day, another case...but its Martin who's missing. Is the team ready for the secrets they will divulge?
Disclaimer: I own nothing...unfortunately
Authors Notes:
1. Hopefully the first of a series :)
2. I am very British and therefore know nothing about New York and any places names or terminology used is taken entirely from my extensive TV knowledge lol.
3. Not really any relationships, mainly Smarty and D/E if any.
4. Set Season 5ish.
5. A daughter fic, hopefully with a nice twist! Enjoy!
Prologue: Missing
The apartment was relatively small. The living area and the kitchen/diner were all one room and there were two bedrooms with en-suites. Okay, so it wasn't that small. But it felt tiny when it had an eight year old girl running riot.
"Anya! Sit still will ya?" Martin called from behind the kitchen counter as the girl ran round and round the sofa. "You're breakfast is ready."
Anya abruptly stopped her chase of the invisible rabbit and skipped up to the counter, dragging her small form onto the bar stool so she could sit up to the breakfast table. She eagerly tucked into her pancakes as her father looked on. He smiled fondly at her. She had beautiful long dark hair and sparkling blue eyes, just like his. She had her mother's nose. Martin smiled sadly.
"Daddy, are you gonna take me to school today?" she asked. She looked up at him with her baby blues. Martin sadly shook his head, making her smirk moodily. "You never do. You say you will, but you always have to work."
"Yeah, I do have to work. Those missing people aren't just gonna find themselves you know," he joked. Anya still looked unhappy. "Look angel, Janie is gonna be here in a minute to take you to school, you better behave."
"I will, daddy."
"Promise?" he took her hand and tucked a finger under her chin to make her look up at him.
"I promise." Right on cue there came a knock at the door. Martin raised his eyebrows at his daughter to confirm their agreement and then got up to answer it. A young woman in her thirties with short blond hair entered the apartment and beamed at Anya. "Hi Janie."
"Heya Anya, are you ready for school?" Janie asked. Anya indicated her pancakes to show she wasn't finished and then continued to attack them greedily. She loved her daddy's cooking.
"Well, I gotta go to work now," interrupted Martin. He put an arm around his daughter and hugged her from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be home later okay? Remember your promise."
"I will behave," Anya intoned through a mouthful of pancake. Martin laughed and gave her another kiss. "Bye daddy!"
"Bye angel," he turned to leave and waved as he walked through the door, closing it behind him.
He sighed to himself, straightened his black tie and suit and headed towards the stairs. There was an elevator right there, but he always took the stairs...except when he couldn't. He cringed as the memory of the pain from the shooting burned through his chest. The constant craving for his pain pills crept up on him. He fought it down. He would never go back, not now.
He walked down the two flights of stairs and entered the underground car park. It was cold as the sun didn't reach the subterranean depth, and he pulled his jacket a little tighter.
He clicked the button on his keys to unlock his car and walked up to the door, about to pull the handle. Without warning, Martin Fitzgerald vanished.
I know it's short, but it is a prologue. I hope you like...tell me if you do...hint hint!
The next chap will have the rest of the team!