Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Without a Trace characters, however, I do own Lacey Smith, Mally Jones and any other characters not from the show.

Authors Note: So finally chapter 4 is here! I have lacked inspiration in this chapter but it finally came back to me and I'm so glad. Thanks to those who have reviewed this story.

Anyway I'll let you get reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always please review!

Mummy's and Daddy's

"Danny, look wee need the file so if you have it, don't waste our time or that little girl's," Jack said slightly annoyed.

"Jack, I…" Danny started unsure what to tell his boss; Sam and Vivian stared at him, why wouldn't he give them the folder?

"Danny come on," Vivian said.

He glanced at his drawer where the file was waiting, but Martin still wasn't back, he couldn't just give them the file without his say so.

"Danny, can we have the file please?" Jack asked holding out his hand.

"Jack, I can't, I want to but…" Danny stopped as he saw Martin walk through the door.

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because I asked him not to," Martin said defending his friend.

"Martin?" asked Jack, looking at him as if to say tell me why we can't have the file or else.

"I asked him to stall while I went to talk to an old friend who happens to be Lacey's mother," Martin replied.

"Did you bring her back with you?" Vivian asked.

"I couldn't," he replied simply.

"Why not?" Jack asked extremely interested in Martin's little venture.

"Because she died in a car accident."

"Who's going to tell her?" Sam asked looking at everyone then back to Jack.

"Vivian or Sam maybe on of you should tell her," Jack suggested.

"I will," Vivian said and Sam nodded in agreement.

Sam would usually have put herself forward but she couldn't quite bring herself to tell a seven-year-old child that her birth mother had died in a car accident.

"Jack," Martin started as his boss looked at him, "I'd like to go and talk to her, if that's ok?"

"Martin I'm not sure, she may feel more comfortable with Vivian there."

"Please Jack, I have to," Martin said his eyes pleading with him.

Jack looked at Vivian who nodded slightly and smiled.

"Ok, Martin," Jack said, "be sensitive about the situation."

Martin nodded and they all headed to the interrogation room, Martin stood at the door while the others headed to another room to observe the conversation.

Martin stood at the door wondering how he was going to break all this news to her, but he was sure if he didn't do it now he would never do it, he stood staring at her for a moment, man did she look like Natalie, shoulder length blonde hair and a beautiful smile. He could see himself in her too; she had his eyes, a lovely shade of blue. He knocked on the door twice and walked in, three face turned to face him.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Martin Fitzgerald," he said taking the seat opposite the family.

"Did you find my mum?" Lacey asked excitedly.

"Yes we did Lacey, but I'm afraid to tell you that she passed away earlier this year," he started watching her face fall, "I'm so sorry."

"How did she die?" Lacey asked.

"Honey, I don't think you need to know that," Michael said looking at his daughter; after all she was only seven.

Lacey nodded in defeat, even if she hadn't been kidnapped and continued looking for her mother she would never have found her as she was dead.

"What about my dad?" she asked, "do you know where or who he is?"

Jack looked at the others, Danny had his hand over his face, clearly he knew something, and only he and Martin could answer, as they were the only ones to see the file.

Martin looked at the two way mirror where he knew his friends would be standing there, "yes Lacey we know who your father is."

She looked at him waiting for the reply as did her parents Michael and Carla Smith.

"There's no easy way to tell you this…" he started.

"He isn't dead as well is he?" she asked praying for the answer to be no.

"No Lacey your father isn't dead," he started as she let out the breath she didn't realise she was holding, "oh boy," he paused, "Lacey, I'm…I'm your father."

Jack's mouth opened in shock, Danny who had actually moved his hands from his face slapped them back up to his eyes again, Vivian stood with her left hand to her lips and Sam gasped before rushing out of the room with her hand to her mouth.

"You're my…you're my…" Lacey couldn't get the words out; her father was sitting right in front of her an FBI Agent. She'd always hoped her biological parents had great jobs and this topped them all.

"You're her father?" Michael asked looking at Martin slightly intimidated after all he was only a mechanic.

"Have you known the whole time working this case?" Carla asked.

"No, I found out before I came here," Martin said looking at Carla, he turned his attention to his daughter, "when I found out about your mother's death."

"So you have just found out about me," Lacey stated rather than asked.

"Yes I have and believe me if I had known about you I would never have let your mother give you up for adoption."

Lacey smiled, Michael and Carla, however, didn't look quite as happy, which Jack took notice of. Lacey couldn't explain to herself how much she felt connected and complete knowing he was her dad, she stood up and walked towards him throwing her arms round his neck, Martin returned the hug smiling at the gesture.

Jack looked at Danny who had managed to remove his hands from his eyes, "how long have you known?"

"Since Martin glanced at the file before bringing me back here," he replied.

Jack nodded, he couldn't take it all in and apparently neither could Sam, she hadn't come back into the room since she rushed out he hoped she was ok.

Carla and Michael sat in the interrogation room watching the interaction between their daughter and her biological father; they seemed to get along like a house on fire, as the saying goes. If truth be told Carla was worried. She was worried that Martin would take her baby from her, right now; however, she would push that thought aside and whatever her daughter chose she would be happy with.

Jack, Vivian and Danny went back to their work trying to catch the suspect. Sam walked out of the bathroom stall and looked at herself in the mirror, she took a deep breath and splashed some cold water on her face. Sam left the ladies room and headed straight for the coffee pot in the staff room, she stopped herself before she was able to take a sip.

"Damn," she said tipping the hot coffee down the sink and filling her mug with water. Once she felt more refreshed she headed back into the office to face her colleagues, surprisingly no one questioned what happened to her and she was thankful so she just continued with her work.

Martin was smiling at Lacey, she had been telling him everything she had experienced and could remember in her life.

"Lacey sweetheart it's getting late and Martin probably has a lot of work to do," Carla said to her daughter.

"But I don't want to go yet," Lacey whined like a small child.

"Lacey come on, you look exhausted and you mother and I are tired too," Michael said also looking at his daughter.

"Can I see you again?" Lacey asked turning her attention to Martin.

Martin smiled at her, "if it's ok with your mum and dad."

Lacey looked at her parents expectantly.

"We'll see," Carla said really not wanting her daughter to see Martin ever again afraid that he would hurt her more than what she had already been, "come on let's get home."

Lacey hugged Martin and didn't want to let him go, "bye daddy, I'll see you soon," she whispered in to his ear.

"Bye Lacey," he replied as they headed for the door.

Martin walked the Smith's to the front of the building saying a final goodbye to his daughter before heading back inside. As Martin walked through the doors back into the shared office, four faces turned to look at him; these faces were more intimidating than the three he had just faced.

Sam watched as Martin sat at his desk she desperately needed to speak to him but she had a feeling it would have to wait until they were alone together.

"So Martin how did it go?" Danny asked looking at his best friend.

"Yeah it went ok, I was a little nervous but I did what I had to do," he replied.

"If you were nervous imagine how Lacey must have been feeling," Vivian said smiling at him.

"Yeah I cant bare to think about it, all that keeps going through my head is what my father will say when I tell him."

"It doesn't bare thinking about," Jack commented smiling.

Martin smiled and glanced at Sam who looked like she was about to be sick, "Sam are you ok?" he asked.

"Huh? What?" she asked dazed snapping out of her daydream.

"I asked you if you were ok?" Martin replied concerned for her.

"Oh yeah I'm ok, just a little shocked you're a dad, you know," she replied quickly, why did she always fall for guys that had kids or were married?

"Yeah I'm surprised myself."

Maybe now wasn't the best time to have a talk with him. Sam felt her stomach churning, her right hand shot to her mouth and she rushed back out to the ladies room. Jack, Danny, Martin and Vivian watched her go confused by her behaviour and Vivian excused herself to go make sure she was ok.

"Sam?" Vivian asked as she walked into the ladies room.

Sam had heard Vivian come into the ladies room calling her name but she was too busy throwing up to care. After she had nothing left to bring up she opened the stall door and came face to face with a concerned looking Vivian.

"I'm fine," she lied.

"Yeah and I'm the Queen of England," Vivian replied unconvinced.

"What do you want from me?" Sam asked splashing her face with cold water for a second time that day.

"I want to know what's going on with you," she replied.

"You want to know?" Sam asked looking at her, Vivian nodded and Sam sighed, "ok, I'm pregnant." Well that was the second shock of the day.

Vivian looked at Sam, "how are you feeling?"

"Apart from feeling sick constantly, ok," she said, "I'm really quite excited about it."

"Well congratulations, anything you need help with just ask," Vivian said hugging her friend.

"Thanks, listen Viv I don't want everyone to know yet, until I tell the father, can you keep it just between us?"

"Of course," she replied, "so tell me who is the father?"

"I'm not saying," Sam said smirking, "you'll just have to wait and find out."

Vivian rolled her eyes; guess she would just have to wait like everyone else.

Lacey sat in the back seat of her parents Audi silently she really wished she could spend more time with Martin, but her mother said, 'we'll see' that always meant no and she knew it. Lacey looked out of the window recognising her street and all the cars parked in the driveways, she counted them and knew exactly when her father would turn their car into the driveway.

Michael killed the engine and stepped out of the car as did Carla they both looked at each other unsure of how their daughter was feeling, Lacey got out of the car and headed straight for the door and waited silently for her parents.

All three of them headed into the house and Lacey went straight for the stairs.

"Lacey sweetie we wanted to talk to you," Carla said just as she reached the first step.

She stopped and turned to face them, "am I really going to see my dad again?" she asked abruptly.

"Honey your mother said we'll see," Michael answered.

"Which usually means no," she said getting angry, "this is just so like you, you're scared, you're scared I'm going to love him more!" she shouted.

"Lacey that's not fair," Carla said looking at her daughter.

"No Carla let her finish, she has so much to say," Michael said looking at his wife then daughter.

Lacey looked scared at her father's outburst and looked at the floor.

"Come on Lacey! Tell us what you really think about us!" he shouted moving closer towards the scared little girl.

"Michael, leave it, stop you're scaring her," Carla pleaded.

Still Michael advanced on his daughter, Lacey kept backing up until she could go no further, damn those stupid stairs.

Quick as a flash she turned on her heels and tried to run up the stairs unfortunately her dad was quicker and took hold of her ankle pulling her back.

"Michael stop!" Carla screamed rushing over and trying to pull her husband away from her little girl.

Michael acted on a reflex and swung his arm back knocking his wife in the face and to the floor; he never stopped pulling at Lacey's ankle as she tried to escape up the stairs.

Carla stood up and picked up the closest object by her foot, a table lamp, she pulled it above her right shoulder and smashed it over Michael's head base first, he fell to the ground but continued to move so she raised the lamp for a second time creating a half moon pattern of blood drops on the wall to the right of her. As she swung the lamp it caused a small amount of the blood splatter to spray on Lacey's face she automatically pulled back as her father stopped moving and now lay still on the floor.

Her mother looked up at her with the blood-covered lamp still in her hand, Lacey looked scared and tried to move away, God how she wanted to be with Martin. Her mother took her by the arm and dropped the lamp to the floor and dragged her from the house.

"Come on Lacey sweetheart you'll be safe now," she said in an eerie voice before putting Lacey in the backseat and climbing into the drivers side. She started the engine, drove out of the driveway and into the darkness.