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'd you say, Danny?"
"The lawyer was telling the truth when he said that the twins were given to a couple in the Bronx, but as it turns out, the couple decided that they couldn't handle the kids anymore, saying that they wouldn't stop crying."
"Well, what did they think would happen? They were newborn kids, and they also have Malone/Fitzgerald blood in them."
Martin smiles over at me, as dad makes his next statement.
"Where are they being held right now, Danny?"
"From the way this is reading, the twins were two of the kids you recovered at Napolitano's office, and they should be at the hospital with the other babies."
"Martin, Elizabeth, before you jump to any conclusions, I want you to go home, get the twins, then go up to the hospital. Get the DNA test done, just to be on the safe side, alright?"
"Alright, dad."
"You got it, Jack."
We get up from our spots at the table, and head back to our house to get the twins.
"I sure hope this works out for those two. They've been through enough as it is."
"I hope so too, Viv. I hope so, too."
About a half hour later, Martin, the four babies, and I are all sitting at the hospital anxiously awaiting the results of the test.
"It's not doing us any good to just be sitting here, waiting."
"I can't leave, Martin. I just can't."
"Well, I'm going to go get some air. I'll be back in a little bit."
"Alright."
Martin gets back on the elevator and rides it down to the first floor, stepping right outside of the hospital door."
"Hey, Martin, you heard anything yet?"
"Hey Jack, and no, we haven't heard anything yet."
"How are you two holding up?"
"I'm doing alright, but you know, Elizabeth. She never admits anything is truly bothering her until it's a life or death situation."
Dad nods his head, and tries continuing the conversation, until Martin's phone rings with a text message from me, telling him to come upstairs. He must've run the entire way, because Martin was upstairs like ten seconds after I called him.
"What? What's going on?"
I motion in front of me where the doctor is standing with papers in his hand.
"So, doc, what's the final word?"
"There's a 99.7896 percent chance that the twins found in the lawyer's are your children. I can take you to see them now if you want."
"Yeah, yes, of course."
Taking Martin's hand in mine, we walk into the nursery where we're escorted to the side of two kids.
"These are your kids, Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald. I'll leave you all alone."
Instantaneously, I knew that these were our kids. These two babies were Ryan and Abby; I could feel it in my heart and soul.
"This is it, Elle. I told you everything would work out okay."
"Yeah, you did, Martin."
I stand up and kiss the cheek of my now smiling husband. I couldn't tell if he was smiling because I said he was right, or if he was glad to have the kids back, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me was that I had my twins back, and my life felt more complete at that moment than it had in a long time. This was it: that best time of your life that everyone is always talking about, when things are the best. This was my moment, and I was going to make the very best of it.
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Okay, everybody, this is the end of the second part of the series. I hope you all enjoyed it; that was the point of me writing it after all. I need to know if any of the readers think I should go on and write more installments to the martin-elizabeth series, or if I should just leave it at this. Once again, thanks so much for reading my story. It means so incredibly much to me.
-Britney
