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. A huge thanks to hotchner for all of your reviews on both of my stories!

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"What did you just say the name of the couple was?"

Danny asks, making sure that the two of us didn't go temporarily deaf or anything.

"Martin and Elizabeth. I could be wrong, but those seem like they were the names."

"Do you remember their last names?"

For a moment, I have a small amount of hope that maybe it was some other Martin and Elizabeth, and not my husband and I.

"Not exactly, but I remember that they were related to some high up guy in politics. I'm a little shady on the details. If you got all of the paperwork from my office, there should be something about them in there somewhere."

I look over at Danny, sort of wanting permission to go check the papers. He nods his head and I practically bolt out of the room. Martin and Dad join me as I make my way over to the table.

"Ellie, just calm down."
"No, dad, you calm down. You can tell me calm down when you find out that kids you have thought were yours for the past nine months are somebody else's, and your kids are being cared for by somebody else. Then you can tell me to calm down, until then, just leave me alone!"

I say, on the brink of insanity. Snapping like that wasn't really my intention, but I was being totally honest. The fact that the babies I've been calling Ryan and Abby aren't really Ryan and Abby at all, really bugged me. Martin grabs my arm and guides me into dad's office, the only private place in the building, where I completely break down, and start crying my eyes out.

"It's not fair, Martin. It's just not fair."

I manage to make out between the sobs. Poor Martin, who's just as confused as I am, rubs my back, trying to comfort me the best he knows how.

"It'll be okay, Elle. It will."
"Why does it always happen to us? I mean, first, it was the whole Tanvier mess. Now, it's this guy telling us that he took our kids. Why us?"
"A run of bad luck, I guess. We don't even know if Napolitano is telling the truth. Those two babies could be our kids, okay? You and I have to keep a cool head, and do what we do best: investigate. Everybody is here to help us look through those files, and find out if the twins really are Ryan and Abby."

I sit there in Martin's arms for a few moments, trying to compose myself. I know if I go out there right now, with my tear-stained face, I will be in some serious trouble, so I try to regain my bad-ass, tough-as-nails, New Yorker composer, and prepare myself to go back out.

"Alright. Let's go, Martin."

Both of us stand back up and walk back out to the table, finding that Danny, Sam, and Viv have now joined dad in searching some of the files.

"So, what do we have so far?"
"So far, we have nothing, but there's tons of paperwork left, so there's a good chance that if it was ever here at all, it's still in the pile."

For the next hour and a half, the six of us agents sit at that very table and search through what seems like millions of different papers until we find our ray of hope.

"Bingo. The lawyer was telling the truth."