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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"She seems so happy. Both of them do."

Everyone looks up from their papers to see Dad and Mrs. Williams in the hallway, with Maggie. Normally, we would be out there too, but everyone has decided to continue the case against Napolitano, and review the papers Martin and I found in his office.

"I think she's just happy to have her daughter back safe, and happy. Any good parent would be happy to have their child back."

I put my paperwork down, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Napolitano's just sitting in interrogation room, isn't he?"
"Yeah, as far as I know he is. Why?"
"I think I'm going to start the interrogation. Anybody coming with?"
"I'll come. We can grab Jack on our way there."

Danny says, standing up where he is.

"We need a break from the papers. We'll sit in the gallery."

The stampede of agents make their way to the interrogation room: Danny and I going in with the lawyer, while everyone else stayed on the other side of the glass.

"Mr. Napolitano, can I blunt?"
"Of course, Agent Taylor."
"What the hell were you thinking? Why would you take innocent kids away from people who loved them?"
"I was giving them to families who couldn't have children of their own and would love the little babies. In a way, I was helping everybody."
"You weren't helping, Mrs. Williams."

I slide a picture of Mrs. Williams and Maggie across the table to him.

"A girl, took the baby from Mrs. Williams, and brought her to you. You were going to give this baby away without the mothers consent. In case you didn't realize this, that's really sort of illegal in this country, and numerous others."
"She got the baby back though, didn't she?"
"Yes, but there were a lot of children who don't get to see their birth parents ever again. There are still quite a few babies that we took from your office, who we're trying to match with their parents right now."
"Look I quit for a while. I did, really."

I look at him like 'yeah, sure you did'.

"Then, about nine months ago, this couple in the Bronx came to me, crying. She wasn't able to have any kids, and wanted to adopt a set of twins. We all know how rare a set of twins are, but I found them. This couple out in Manhattan was going to be having twins, these cops or something like that. I figured that they would never notice, so, uh, the day they were born, I took them. I put their wrist band things on other kids, and took the twins."
"Do you remember what the names of the twins' biological parents were?"
"I'm not sure….I think it was Martin and Elizabeth, or something like that."