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.

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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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"What happened to you last night, Ellie? You and Martin both look like hell."

Viv says from beside me as we walk down the hallway, sipping on our coffees.

"We went home last night, spent some quality time with the twins, and realized how vulnerable they are at that age. They're so innocent, so carefree, especially when they're asleep."

She nods her head, remembering Reggie when he was that age. He was all grown up now, of course, and had kids of his own, but to Viv he would always be her little boy.

"It's a good time in their lives. Cherish it, and hold on to it like hell."
"When we finally drug ourselves away from their room, neither of us could any sleep at all. My mind kept going back to Maggie Williams. She's the same age as Ryan and Abby, and I kept thinking that it was them gone instead of her. I'd get up to check on them, and poor Martin would already be in there. He's just as freaked out as I am."
"It's understandable. You two are both first time parents; it's not an easy job. If you ever need babysitting or whatever so you can finally get some sleep, you just let me know."
"Thanks Viv."

We sit down next to Viv, Sam, Martin, and Danny as we wait for dad to finish up in his office. He comes out about 10 minutes later, looking extremely tired or pissed off; I couldn't really tell which it was.

"We need to solve this case, and we need to solve it fast. It's going to be a tough one, and if any of you want to transfer off of this case, I'll understand completely."

Dad stays silent for a moment, waiting to see if anybody actually does want to transfer, but the room stays silent except for the sound of phones ringing, and papers being shuffled.

"Alright. Viv, Sam, here is a list of the most recent missing baby reports that fit the same m.o. as the Williams girl. I need you two to go interview them and find out if they know anything. Danny, I want you to start pin-pointing the locations where each child went missing on the big map, start filling in some of the holes in this case."
"You got it boss."

Viv and Sam leave to go start finding the missing kids' families, while Danny got up and started flipping through the numerous files.

"Martin, Elle, I want to see the two of you in private for a minute."

I look over at Martin, trying to figure out if one of us did something wrong, but he just shrugged his shoulders, as confused as I was at this point. The three of us got up from our seats and walked into Dad's office.

"I know this is hitting close, and I'm about to make quite possibly one of the most stupid decisions I've ever made."
"Jack, you can't take us off of the case,"
"Martin, if you would be quiet long enough, I was going to tell you that I'm not taking you off the case. In fact, I'm putting you two in charge on this one, letting you run with it. I'm only doing it because I know you were going to do so anyway with or without my permission, so don't make me regret this."
"We won't, dad."
"We won't, Jack."

Martin and I turn, leave his office, and go get into our car.

"Where should we start?"
"Let's start with the source."

We end up driving to Manhattan, to pick up Dominic Napolitano, the lawyer who had been running the adoption agency. We get to his office building about 15 minutes later.

"What's the office number again, Ellie?"
" 1 B."

As we get a little bit closer to the office, we can hear babies crying.

"Do you hear that?"
"You'd have to be deaf not to."

The two of us practically run down the hall, trying desperately to find the source of all the noise.

"Wait! I found it."

I say, motioning Martin over to where I was standing.

"on the count of three. One, two, three!"

On three, we bust down the front door and see the room full of baby cribs, full of babies. I walk over to the one who's crying, and, motherly instincts kicking in, pick her up and rock her back and forth. Martin finishes search the office/apartment while I stay and watch the kids.

"Goldmine. We got all kinds of files in here. I'm going to call in some re-enforcements for the babies."

I took Maggie's picture from my pocket and started comparing her faces to those of the babies.

"Martin, you're going to want to see this."

He walks into the room, and over to where I'm standing.

"It's her, it's really her."
"Welcome back, Maggie Williams."