Title: Mind Games
Discloser: I own none of the Without a Trace Characters. I only own Elizabeth Malone, and if she turns out to be an actual person, then I really wouldn't own her either.

A/N: Like on my other story, please only give constructive comments, no flaming! If you read the story at all, I would really like you to review. If you review my story, I'll review one of yours. Thanks!

A/N: This is part two in my Martin/Elizabeth series. It's not necessary to read part one, but it will give you some background information and will probably help you understand this story a lot better. I have no idea where this story is going to take me, but I hope that all of my faithful reviewers stick with me.

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"How many cameras were there in the store?"

I ask Viv as I sip on my second cup of coffee. We had gone to the grocery store and got the surveillance tapes, brought them back to the office, and were helping the AV people review them for evidence. So far, we had found no one suspicious, and none of the cameras were focused on the shopping cart Maggie Williams was taken from.

"Too many to count, and not enough to make an actual difference. The one camera that could actually help us had broken down the week before."

We hear footsteps behind us, then hear the voice of our co-workers.

"How's it going in here, guys?"
"There are plenty of people, just nobody who seems to have been around the girl."
"Wait, stop the tape."

Danny and Viv stop their chitter-chatter, and stare at me as I yell out to wait.

"Zoom in on that girl, then play it back slower."
"What do you see, Elle?"
"That girl, does she strike a chord with either of you?"
"I hadn't really noticed anything; then again I wasn't really paying attention."

I turn to face Viv.

"She seems fidgety, out of place even. She keeps looking around her."
"What is she looking at?"
"I don't know. Zach, follow that girl and see what she does."
"Yes, maim."

The camera follows the teenager. Before anybody in the room can say anything, Mrs. Williams comes walking around the corner with the shopping cart, Maggie still sitting in her seat, seeming like a normal, content baby. My breath catches in my throat, as I know what is coming closer and closer. In the video, the four of us agents in the room see Mrs. Williams turn, reaching towards the top shelf. The out-of-place teenager turns, picks Maggie up out of her seat, turns around, and leaves the store, holding the baby close to her chest.

"It was a teenage girl?"

Viv says the skepticism evident in her voice.

"Zach, can you take it back a little bit, and try to get a clean shot of her face?"

The video rewinds, until it gets the girl looking right at the camera.

"Now, freeze it, zoom in a little bit, and start running her face through the database."
"You got it, boss."

Everyone but Zach heads out to meet up with everyone else to see the progress of the case.

"Martin, Danny, what did you get from the witnesses and parents?"
"Nobody had any priors, no history or anything. The parents are your average, hard-working middle class family. Nothing abnormal from our end, Jack."
"How about you three?"
"Well, Jack, we questioned the witnesses that we could get a hold of and nobody knew or saw anything. It's as if this little girl just poofed into thin air."
"We got the surveillance tapes, and had been watching them since we got back. There was a girl there when it all went down, and saw her pick up the baby and leave. Unfortunately, this girl was not on the witness list, so her face is getting run through the system right now."

Right as I said that, Zach came walking up to us and handed me six pieces of paper: one sheet of actual information and a copy of her picture for everybody.

"her name is Michelle Roberts, eighteen years old, a familiar face in the five boroughs. She's been arrested twice on drug possession charges, once on a minor prostitution charge, but other than those, nothing. She has no known address, but Ms. Roberts tends to hang out around an apartment building on Long Island."
"Danny, Elle, you two go check out Roberts, see if you can find her. Martin, Sam, you two talk to her neighbors, and local drug buddies, see if they've seen her with a baby lately. Viv, talk to the parents see if they know who Michelle Roberts is and what she wanted their baby for."
"Got it, Jack."

Danny and I get up, driving down to Long Island to find Michelle Roberts.

"So, Ellie,"
"So, Danny,"
"How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, Danny. What's with the sudden outburst of care for my well being?"
"It's just….well, it's just this case is hitting a little close to home, you know?"

I nod my head, understanding what he means completely. Ryan and Abby are the same age as Maggie, and are just as vulnerable as she was.

"If you need a break from this, I'll understand."
"Danny, I appreciate the gesture, really, I do. I can handle this case."