Title: Theses things I'm sure of...

Paring: CJ/Danny and the whole west wing gang (Even Sam!)

Disclaimer: Not ours

Authors: Fightingspirit77 & and sdsublondie9

Rating- PG-13

Fightingspirit77@hotmail.com (Lauren M)

Sdsublondie9@aol.com (Rachelle)

Notes: Although some of us have been disappointed with the recent events on West Wing, Lauren and I ask that you give this story a chance. We wrote it together and we have put a lot of hard work and long nights into it. Thank you for reading and please enjoy!!

Feedback: Welcome and appreciated!!!

Summary: One man's journey for love!

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WEDNESDAY 11:28 VIRGINA

An image of the goldfish pin sliced threw his brain like a sharp pair of scissors. When he had seen that Gold fish pin in the man's hand, Danny knew it was up to him. All he could think of was, if they hurt her, they would pay. She has been gone for too long, what if...? Danny didn't finish that thought. He opened the door and stepped out of his car. The diner was busy with people, but Danny didn't notice any of them. He walked into the diner and took a seat at a booth near the window.

"Hey there, What can I getcha?" A waitress somewhere in her fifties had walked up to his booth with a smile painted on her face.

"Uh...Coffee, strong coffee!" Danny gave her a slight smile that did not come close to reaching his eyes.

"Coming right up dear!" The waitress gave Danny a sad look and then went to get his coffee. Danny opened his notebook and read over everything he had found out so far. Unfortunately, that was not much at all.

"Are you alright? You look like you have lost something."

"More like everything." Danny muttered.

"What dear?"

"Oh nothing." Danny looked up and saw her name tag. He always knew the best way to put a person at ease was to use their name. It was a trick and a habit of the trade. "Dotty—"He paused to be sure as she smiled with recognition. "Add some eggs and toast to that coffee?"

"Sure honey, com'in right up!" Danny sat there trying to decide where he should go next. He didn't know what to do. He was going to find her and nothing would stop him.

"Thanks" Danny said as Dotty set a plate down next to him and put herself down on the other side. Danny just kept staring at his notebook, he didn't notice that she had sat down.

"Well, my boy, are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"It's a long story..."

"You love her don't you?" Danny's head shot up to look at Dotty.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh honey, I have been doing this for a long time, I have learned what different looks mean."

"Well, yeah I do love her and I am going to find her." Dotty looked startled at this.

"Find her? Where has she gone?"

"I don't know," he paused unsure if he should say anything. "She was kidnapped."

"Sounds serious," She really was concerned for his plight. "Oh, well, my dear you will find her, that much I know."

"You sound so sure, I wish I had your confidence"

"My dear boy, the only reason I know you will find her is because of you!"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a look in your eye of determination. This women obviously means the world to you, my guess is you will not stop till you find her. Therefore I know you will find her!"

"Well, you're right about one thing, I do love her and I will never give up my search." Danny's eyes began to water, but he held back. He had to be strong for CJ. Danny stood having only drink the coffee and lay down money on the table to cover the meal and a nice tip for Dotty. As he got to the door, he slowed and turned to meet Dotty's eyes.

"Thank you" He turned then and walked out the door to his car.

He had been on the road again for hours since he had left Dotty sitting in his booth at the diner. It was getting late and as he passed motel after motel he thought about finding a place to sleep, but he couldn't get himself to stop driving. He hadn't eaten since the diner this morning with Dotty this morning and that had just been coffee. He hadn't slept since CJ went missing.

"Yeah." Josh answered his phone. Toby looked out from his office and looked on as Josh nodded his head. "Where are you?"

"Virginia. I'm almost there. Any news?"

"No. Anything on your end."

"No."

"Keep me posted."

"Yeah, same to you."

Josh hung up the phone and Toby gave him eyes. Without saying anything Toby slipped back into his office.

WEDNESDAY 5:25 NORTH CAROLINA

Danny drove farther and farther away from Washington at a rapid speed. He couldn't get CJ out of his mind, but he knew he had to think clearly, ask a few questions, move the sketches around, and find his men. If only it was that easy.

Danny stopped at a few roadside motels and markets, flashing the photos to anyone he could find. So far, he had no luck of any kind. He was beginning to feel like he couldn't catch a break, so he decided to stop at a Tavern on the side of the highway.

He pulled into the little parking lot and noticed the name of the tavern. A rectangular sign hung above the door that read, Gail's Place. Danny let out a little laugh and thought 'maybe I'm getting a break after all.' Walking through the wood carved door, Danny entered into the smoke filled room and sat down at a table in the back.

He noticed a woman in her 60s with short white hair walking toward him. She was wearing a tight black miniskirt and a tight white t-shirt. As she got closer he noticed her nametag said Gail. Danny pasted a smile on his face, knowing that you had to make people feel comfortable if you wanted to get information.

"What can I do ya honey?" She spoke in her southern tones. Danny took a look around checking out his surroundings before sitting down at the bar.

"I'll have a burden. Thanks, Gail?" Danny had no intention of drinking, the way he felt, but in that crowd with out a drink in his hand he'd look pretty spurious.

"Yes my dear it is, but most people call me Gail"

"Well Gail, nice to meet ya, people call me Danny"

"Well Danny nice to meet you too. Let me go getcha that burden." Gail turned and headed behind the bar to get Danny's drink. Danny smiled at her back and pulled out his notebook containing the pictures. As Gail came back with Danny's water, he noticed she was limping a bit from her shoes.

"Thanks Gail, why don't you sit with me for a minute, take a load off." Gail smiled and sat next to him.

"Well, this is nice! It isn't often that a charming young man asks me to join 'im."

"Believe me it is my pleasure. So, how long have you been around these parts?"

"A long 40 years my dear boy. A very long 40 years."

"I don't believe that, you don't look a day over 29!" Gail laughed

"Well ain't you sweet."

"Well, Gail I can't lie to ya, I do have ulterior motives."

"What can I do ya for Danny?"

"I need you to take a look at these pictures and tell me if you have seen these men." Danny pulled the photos out of his notebook and placed then on the bar in front of Gail.

"Well, well, well, these two bring back memories." Danny's heart flew into his throat. 'Oh, CJ here it is, the break I need to find you!'

"You know them?"

"Well, I only met the boys once, but I used to work with the mother."

"Oh Gail," Danny laughed in his exhaustion. "You do not know how much this helps me."

"Well, I think I still have her address in my pocketbook."

"I need to find theses men." He said taking her eyes.

"Say, what did the boys do?" Danny hesitated.

"Nothing. They may know where a friend of mine is"

"Well, let me go find that address" Danny was finally getting somewhere. He felt like he could get up and dance, but he still had to find CJ.

Gail came back with the address and handed it to Danny.

"She has a cabin out on the Tennessee border. If anyone knows where they are she would."

Gail told Danny a bit about the boys and their mother, but Danny could only think about going to see this women and finding CJ. He left Gail a nice tip on the table because she refused to take it and headed out to his car.

Danny got in his car and pulled out the map to find out how to get to the address Gail had given him. Once he was pretty sure he knew where he was headed, he picked up his cell phone and called Josh.

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Crack! Toby sat behind his desk and hit his baseball against the

wall. Crack and a pause, crack and a pause, one wasn't sure if it was

the sound of the movement that helped Toby think. He looked over what

he had written another time before ripping it off its pad, crumpling

it up, and throwing it toward his garbage wasteland of simple copies.

If he had a match Toby would have set fire to it. Toby looked the

plank paid, writing a few things, before collapsing back into his

chair. He could focused on the right points, or even find them. Toby

went back to his ball throwing. He lobbed the ball three times, than

four, and on the fifth return he stopped. An idea seemed to pop in

his head. Toby stood, looked back at his desk still thinking, and

walked to the door.

"Ginger!" he yelled as he entered the communications office.

"Rina." The dark haired, young thing, turned her head toward Toby.

She was the only one around.

"Yeah, sorry. Habit. I need some things.

"Yeah." She picked up her pad.

"I need statistics on how many women disappeared over the last four

years as well as how many so far this year. And I need you to get me

someone on the phone from, Kidnapped and Exploited Children, social

services and The National Organization for Women.

Ok, do you need this is any particular order?"

"Yeah, as soon as humanly possible," Toby walked back into his office

and shut the door.

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WASHINGTON WEDNESDAY NIGHT

"Yeah. Danny" Josh Lyman answered his phone. "What's the news?"

"I'm on my way to North Carolina—"

"What's in North Carolina?" Josh asked as he paced the hallway. In his car Danny adjusted the map next to him.

"I got a women to ID the pictures. Says she knows their mother—"

"Their brothers---"

"Half—"

"Hence the different names—."

"Yeah."

"Write down this name---." Josh put his hand up to Donna for something to write on. She gave him strange face.

"Paper, Paper—"Donna rushed through her desk and handed Josh a paper and a pen. Josh put the paper up against the glass wall to Donna's office. 'Shoot"

"Peter Wilson and David Marcus."

"Ok. Theses are their real names?"

"The names the FBI have are aliases. Their Aliases Josh. If theses are the guys they ain't never gonna find um." Danny was annoyed by the ineptness of the FBI's investigation

"Ok." Josh paused. "What do I do? I can't say where I got the names."

"Hang on. It may be nothing. Let me check it out first. Just see if you can get me info on theses guys. I'll call Maizy—have her do the same thing."

"Ok. Check up with me again. Even, if you don't know anything. Just check up with me."

"Yeah."

"How ya do'in Danny?" Josh asked concerned that he was out there on his own.

"As good as you I'm sure."

"Ok."

"I heard what the president said—"

"Yeah, it was great."

"I'll call you Josh."

"Yeah."

And Josh hung up. Donna looked at Josh waited for some sort of nugget of information to take the tension out of her entire body.

"I need you to get records and information on theses two names." He handed the paper with Donna. 'Just don't bring up an suspension."

"And how am I supposed to do that—"

"I don't know. Tell 'um they're the new nominees for attorney general." ________________________________________________________________________

TBC