Note: I'm really really really sorry to all my readers. I know there aren't many, and those of you who will be reading this even after I left this fic for months I thank you. I've been so busy with work and now school starting again and I know this isn't an excuse but I've had very little muse for this story. I'll do my best to keep it updated though, I promise. I won't leave it to gather dust. [Trust me, I need the distraction from school work now].

Dislcaimer: I own nothing the West Wing was a beautiful tv show. All I have is too many John Green quotes on my wall and a Breakfast Club calendar.

"Hello Miss Cregg." The voice was sounded like something sticky. Not the good honey type of sticky, or even something that smelled good, but that gum-on-the-bottom-of-your-shoe sticky. The icky kind. It made CJ uncomfortable, and she could barely keep her eyes open. "I said hello." The man repeated, his voice still awful sounding. CJ's eyes moved, scanning the room she was in. Where in the hell was she? What was she doing here? What was going on? She kept her eyes low, closing them often.

"Where am I?" She sounded hazy. She sounded like she'd just woken up from a week long nap. How long had that New York City night been? It couldn't have been that long ago, could it? The man didn't answer, he tapped his feet along the wood floors. "I said where am I?" No response again. "Answer me." CJ spat, eyes turning upward. There was still no light in the room, and CJ's eyes had adjusted as best as they were going to. She couldn't see his face, and she was sure that was exactly what she wanted.

He choked on a laugh. Then turned on his heels and walked out of the room, the footsteps echoing as he walked somewhere else. Sounded like down a set of stairs. CJ growled after him, shouting for him to come back, but when he didn't she sat back and leaned against the wall. It was useless. The strong woman, who less than two hours ago was called a fighter down in Washington where her friends sat worried, let out a low sob. Tears slid down her face and she bit her lip to keep her sound low. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be back with her friends.

"Why is this happening to me…" CJ whimpered quietly.

"Danny. Calm down. Breathe. For the love of God breathe." Josh slammed his clenched fist down on the desk. Running his other hand through his hair, Josh took his own advice and breathed to calm down. Looking up at Danny, who had stopped talking and pacing around the office, Josh's features softened. "There's nothing you can do, man. They're working on every angle they've got. NYPD, Secret Service, probably even FBI have been brought in on it. Dude, she's probably the most cared for person in this place, and she's missing. We all know that but you rambling off different scenarios in my ear is not helping anyone. Honestly, it's just making me want to knock your head against the wall until you get that there is nothing we can do but wait. Yeah, it sucks. Yeah, we all hate this waiting around business. But complaining and shouting and pacing isn't doing anything but giving me a headache." Josh sighed, running his hands along his face and pressing his palms against his temples. Closing his eyes for a moment, Josh waited for Danny to respond. When he didn't, Josh looked up and saw he was no longer standing there, but his bag was still in the seat.

"Donna!" Josh shouted, aggravation clear in his voice. In a moment there were heels clicking and a whirl of blonde hair entering his office.

"You know you don't have to shout, I'm right outside the door and it's not very po—"

Josh cut Donna off with a glare, and she stood there quietly until he spoke again. "Make sure the Secret Service or someone has an eye on Danny at all times, I don't want him going haywire and trying to find CJ all on his own."

Donna nodded and walked out of his office, giving Josh a small smile. "Get some sleep." She said as she walked out, even though she knew he wouldn't. CJ meant everything to this office, to them, and it wasn't like she was just gone on a trip. She was missing. Kidnapped. The words hung in Donna's mind. How could CJ have gotten taken, there were millions of people in New York City. Why CJ? Why their CJ?

No one was sleeping, but the office was quiet. Sam stood in his doorway looking at his desk, he turned the lights on and off. Standing there Sam was quiet, he couldn't bring himself to go home. Not now. But he couldn't, no didn't, want to be in his office. Not alone, at least. On. Off. On. Off. On.

"You're going to start a fire." Toby grumbled from his office. Sam turned his head and walked into Toby's office, taking a seat on the couch.

"Isn't that just what parents tell their kids so they don't screw around with the lights?" Sam asked, slumping down to lay completely on the couch with his hands behind his head. He heard Toby make a noise and Sam turned to look at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, knowing the answer was no. "I don't mean okay okay but, okay enough to function normally?"

Toby glared at Sam, at the man's stupidity to ask if he was okay. "Are you kidding me, Sam? Are you seriously asking me if I'm okay? Yeah, I'm a fucking peach, Sam. What the hell kind of a question is that? Are you a moron? My best friend was taken and I have no idea where she is. Yeah, I'm going to sleep great tonight." He snorted angrily, looking at Sam.

"You don't think I know that? That we don't know that? You may have known her the longest but she matters to all of us too, Toby. We all love her. God, you need to pull yourself together. You and Danny can't go rogue. We need to think about what will be best for her. We can't all lose ourselves in order to find her. You think you and Danny are the only ones going insane over this. Bartlet's probably calling in every card he's got to find her. Leo's trying to make sure he doesn't have an episode. Josh is shouting at everyone he can. I can't even think straight. You think you're the only one who wants to go back in time and protect her? You think you're the only one who's going insane, wracking their brain trying to think of a way to get her back?"

Toby got up from his seat and slammed his hands down on his desk. "I know all of this Sam. I'm trying to keep everything together, I can't…I can't." Toby was rarely one to show emotion other than anger, but right now he was about ready to break down and Sam knew that. "She's out there somewhere Sam, she's out there and I'm here and I'm not doing anything to help her."

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but that was exactly how he felt too. Sitting there was getting nothing done. He wanted to be out there just as much as Toby and Danny did, but they needed to leave that to the professionals. …Right?