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. Okay, I know that this chapter is extremely short, but I wanted to have a little bit of martin/Elizabeth couple goodness, and have something about the twins in here. I do apologize for it being so short
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I run my hands over my children's forehead, smiling down upon the lives that I helped create. Even 18 months after they were conceived, it still amazes me that I was a part in creating two beautiful little babies, who would one day grow up to have children of their own, and so on. I feel a kiss on the top of my head and I know that Martin is looking over the children, too.
"It's amazing, isn't it? Those are our kids, our flesh and blood."
"It is pretty great."
I smile, seeing Ryan yawn then go back to sleep.
"They're so peaceful when they sleep, so innocent. There's so much bad stuff out in the world, and the kids are this age, they haven't been touched by any of it yet."
"Elizabeth, they're always going to be innocent to us. We're their parents, we created them."
"Yeah, you're right, Martin. It's just this whole Williams case, you know? Like Danny told me the other day, it's hitting really close to home and scaring me to death. What if that had been one of us? If we had turned away for one millisecond, and lost our kids?"
"But it wasn't us."
"It very well could've happened to us! It can happen to anybody, and the fact that there are people out there who would take someone else's child, scares me. I just want to put Ryan and Abby both inside of a protective bubble and make sure that they never get hurt."
"It scares me too, Ellie. It scares me more than you will ever know, but as parents, we can't go around, never letting the kids out of our sight. They would never get to experience life, or have a life of their own."
"I didn't say my plan was reasonable in any way, shape, or form."
Martin laughs, and then softly kisses my head again. He leans down, kissing each of the kid's foreheads, and I do the same.
"Goodnight guys, sweet dreams."
The two of us walk out of their room, and back into our own bedroom, getting ready for bed.
