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 5 is here! I have had trouble writing this chapter but finally it is here, I'm sorry for the delay…

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

Special Daddy Martin Fitzgerald

"Mummy?" Lacey timidly asked from the backseat of her father's car.

"Everything is ok Lacey, you're safe now, he can't hurt you," her mother replied driving the car in a trance.

Lacey was sure she was going to crash and kill them both, just like she killed her dad. Maybe he wasn't dead, yeah right, her mum had hit him hard twice, the first time had knocked him unsteady but the second time there was blood and he didn't move. Lacey had never been that scared of her parents before sure she had expected they would be upset if she ever found her biological parents but when Martin had told them he was her father, the tension in the room was awful. What Lacey hadn't expected from that evening was her dad, Michael to get really angry with her for speaking her mind and try to hurt her and her mum, or that her mum, Carla would go psycho killer and murder her dad.

Lacey looked down at her t-shirt, there was a line of blood splatter straight across the middle.

"Don't worry darling it will wash out," Carla said looking in her rear-view mirror at her frightened daughter.

Lacey trembled, "Mummy I just want to go home."

"We can't baby not now, they'll take you away from me. Is that what you want!" she asked the last sentence louder than the first.

"No," Lacey whispered, "I want to go see Martin."

"Do you think he cares about you!" Carla shouted, Lacey screamed as the car swerved into the opposite lane and back again, "Martin just wants to take you away from me, because he thinks I can't cope and your father can't either, but we can you know we can," she said calming down, "we raised you for seven years."

Lacey looked out of the car window, it was so dark, even if she wanted to call Martin for help she wouldn't know where to tell him to go, it felt just like when she was kidnapped by that awful man.

In her apartment Sam stirred awake, she felt awful. Moving out from under her duvet she headed into the bathroom, leaning over the toilet she brought up her dinner form the evening before.

"Hey Sam, you ok?" called a male voice form the bedroom.

Standing up form the toilet she headed to the sink, "yeah I'm fine go back to sleep."

"Come back to bed then," he called again, Sam stood in the bedroom doorway smiling at the sight before her, "come on," he said again patting the empty spot beside him.

Sam smiled and walked over climbing into the bed, "I've got something to tell you," she said rolling onto her side to face him.

"Ok," he replied looking at the seriousness on her face.

"Martin we've been together now for how long?" Sam asked.

"Well I started working here about two years ago, so maybe just over a year," he replied.

"Yeah, and in that time we've had our differences but always managed to sort them out," Sam continued.

"Yeah," Martin nodded.

"I know you've got a lot going on at the moment but I really need to tell you that I'm…" Sam stopped wondering if this really was the right time to tell him their news.

"You're what honey?" Martin asked starting to get worried.

There was a loud shrill from a cell phone and they both looked round.

"Forget it, what did you want to say?" Martin said as Sam found the ringing cell.

"You better answer it, its Jack," she said holding the phone towards him.

"This conversation isn't over," he replied taking the phone and flipping it open, "Jack, what's up?"

Martin listened to what Jack was saying, his face, which had been extremely happy that morning filled with horror, "I'll be right there," he said shutting his cell and jumping out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked as Martin put on his trousers and shirt, "Martin, what's wrong?"

"Jack had a call form NYPD, neighbour found Michael Smith, Lacey's dad, dead and Carla and Lacey are no where to be found," he replied.

"I'm coming with you," she said also jumping out of bed. She headed over to her drawers and took out a pair of clean underwear before heading over to her wardrobe and taking a suit off its hanger.

They both got dressed in silence and headed out, the drive was also silent neither one knowing what to say to the other, their earlier conversation forgotten.

Martin practically ran into the office Sam close behind him. Danny, Vivian and Jack looked at them; there was definitely something between them they clearly didn't know.

"Has there been any news yet?" Martin asked the second Jack was in his sights.

"No not yet, I'm sorry, finding Carla and Lacey are our main priority at the moment," Jack replied.

"What can I do?" Martin asked expectantly.

"Nothing at the moment, did you give your number to Lacey at all?" Jack asked.

"I gave it to Carla, so whether Lacey has it is another question," he replied looking at the floor.

Jack's cell phone rung and Martin's head shot straight up to look at him.

"Ok, thank you," he said hanging up, he looked at his team, "Michael Smith died from blunt force trauma, they found prints on a bloody lamp, which cam back to Carla Smith. There was also a void in the blood splatter on the wall, which means something was there or someone witnessed the murder," Jack finished.

"Lacey had to have been there!" Martin said standing up from his chair, "how much more does she have to go through?" Martin kicked his chair angrily and stormed out of the room. Sam looked at the rest of the team before heading out after him.

"Danny, Vivian lets get looking for Lacey, if she did witness her mum kill her dad she is going to be one scared little girl."

Martin stood on the roof looking out onto the busy streets of New York.

"Hey," Sam said wrapping her arms round his waist, "I thought you'd be up here."

"Well I needed to clear my head," he replied.

Sam kissed his cheek but still kept her arms wrapped round him.

"Can't believe what a mess this all is, my seven-year-old daughter was kidnapped, watched him kill her best friend, then found out I'm her dad and I never knew about her for seven years and now she's just witnessed her mother the one person she probably trusts more than anything kill her dad. What kind of father am I ever going to be? If we ever find her…" Martin stopped wiping a few stray tears from his eyes.

"Hey baby, you're going to be great dad. You just haven't had the chance to shine yet," Sam said smiling.

"How is it you know what to say at the right time?" he asked kissing her forehead, he noticed the expression on her face, "you ok?"

Sam looked up at him," I've needed to tell you this for weeks now and there's never been a good time, even now, but I'm just going to say it…" she paused as Martin looked at her, "…I'm pregnant."

Martin looked at the floor and put his hands through his short hair.

"Well say something," Sam demanded upset that he didn't look too pleased, but hey it takes two to tango, so to speak.

He looked up at her a big smile erupting on his face, "it's fantastic!" he shouted picking her up.

Sam laughed; finally something had put a smile back onto his gorgeous face.

"How far gone are you?" he asked excited.

"Nine weeks," she replied.

"Does anyone else know?"

"Only Viv but she doesn't know you're the baby's dad," Sam said as Martin still hugged her.

"I can't believe it, I'm going to be a dad."

Sam smiled, "first thing we need to do is find your daughter and bring her into our ever-growing family."

"You mean that?"

"Of course."

Martin took Sam's hand in his and the both walked back into the office.

"How are you feeling?" Jack asked as Martin sat down.

"Ok, thanks and I'm sorry I lost my temper before, " he replied.

"No problem, I would be the same if it were Hanna or Kate. Look I've got Vivian and Danny looking into both Carla and Michael's backgrounds maybe they'll find something to indicate where Carla may have taken Lacey."

Martin and Sam nodded before she asked, "what do you want us to do?"

"Stay here, grab a coffee and fax round copies of Carla and Lacey's descriptions also the car in which they're in," Jack replied.

Sam and Martin both sat at their respective desks and got on with faxing both descriptions and the car descriptions around New York.

Carla just kept driving sticking to the speed limit that way no cops would be able to pull her over and take her precious daughter, she had seen it in the movies; the getaway cars always drove so fast and always got caught, no she was going to be patient it was the only way.

"Mummy, where are we going?" Lacey asked, "can't we just go home?"

"No Lucy we can't go home, they'll take you from me," Carla replied.

"Mum, who's Lucy? I'm Lacey your daughter."

"I said Lacey don't be so silly we don't know anyone called Lucy," hr mother replied.

"Daddy please help," Lacey whispered.

"Your daddy is dead honey, he can't help you, it's just me and you," Carla said looking at Lacey through the rear-view mirror.

Lacey continued looking out of the window, her daddy wasn't dead he was an FBI agent and he would find her she had faith in him.

"Ok Jack, check it out," Danny said as they all regrouped round the large rectangle table.

Jack looked at the file Danny had handed him, "Carla was on anti-depressants after the death of the Smith's little girl Lucy," Jack read as Martin listened to the truth of his daughters mother.

"How did the daughter die?" Sam asked.

"Says her she was knocked over by a joy-rider who drove away form the scene, she was killed instantly," Vivian replied reading another file and the coroners report.

"She sounds like she's an unstable woman," Martin replied, "one that shouldn't have been able to adopt."

"Martin…" Sam sighed, "she lost her daughter, think about how you'd feel. You'd probably need medication too."

"Yeah well thanks to her that may be coming true!" he almost shouted, "I'm sorry Sam it's just I feel helpless."

"I know, but don't think like a father at the moment, think like an FBI agent."

"You're right, Vivian is there any information in that file on where they could be heading?" he asked calming down.

"Let me have a look…" she replied skim reading the file, here we go, they own a holiday home in Albany, that's where their daughter was killed."

"Do you think that's where they're heading?" Martin asked.

"It's a possibility," Jack answered not wanting to get his hopes up.

"Well then lets go," Martin said standing up. The shrill of his cell phone stopping him he took it out of his pocket to answer.

"Fitzgerald," he answered almost automatically.

"I can't talk long…" Lacey said, "Carla went to the bathroom and I found your number."

Martin looked at Jack and mouthed the words 'trace' Jack flipped open his cell and put a trace on Martin's call.

"Ok, Lacey tell me where you are."

"I don't know daddy I'm at a garage somewhere. Carla has gone crazy she called me Lucy and won't bring me home, I'm scared she's going to kill us," she said sounding terrified.

"Ok, Lacey are you listening to me?" he asked.

"Yes daddy," she said looking round for Carla.

"Lacey act like nothing has changed between the two of you and I'm coming to get you."

"Ok, but dad she killed Michael," Lacey said still scared that Carla would catch her.

"I know baby ok, but I'm coming to get you."

"I gotta go da…" she said hanging up running back to the car putting her belt on.

"She hung up, Jack she's scared Carla is going to kill them."

"Let's go," Jack said, "I know where she is, you guys stay here."

Jack and Martin headed out and started their drive to bring Lacey home.

Carla got into the car looking at Lacey, she started the engine and drove out of the garage, Carla spotted a sheriff's car driving behind her, she continued driving giving him no reason to pull her over. Eventually the car turned down a side road, Carla breathed a sigh of relief, Lacey however couldn't have been more disappointed.

Carla noticed her daughter facial expression, "you don't spending time with your old mum?" she asked turning to face Lacey.

"Of course I do but my school, what am I going to do all the way out here?"

"I'll find you a new school," she replied.

"But my friends…" Lacey protested.

"You'll make new friends," Carla replied smiling at her daughter, "this is a fresh start for us Lace, you know?"

"Mum the road!" Lacey shouted a loud horn pierced the silence, "aahh!" Lacey screamed coving her eyes.

Carla looked at the road and swerved to miss being crushed by the large truck. A sigh of relief escaped her until she realised she was heading straight for a barrier, she turned the wheel sharply and swerved the car again, one of the tyres caught the barrier and the car flipped over stopping in the centre of the road.

Lacey opened her eyes terrified of what she might see. Her mum was staring at her, eyes wide in fear and blood dripping from her ears and also from the cuts on her face.

Lacey reached up to her forehead, she had a small scratch that was bleeding and her wrist hurt a part from that she was fine; her seat belt had saved her. Carla had been less fortunate not wearing her belt had caused worse injuries.

Lacey could smell smoke and felt hot, heat was reaching her from all angles. Lacey's breath quickened as she tried to release her seat belt, but it wouldn't budge. Now she was really panicking, she was in the middle of nowhere, the car was on fire and she was stuck. Doing the only thing she could think of she screamed…

"HELP ME!"