Dear Louise,

How are you? I trust your education is coming along well.

Today's letter is short, because nothing worth mentioning is going on at Sports Night. The same things as usual are going on, Dan and Casey getting writers block at different points, Dana losing her mind for the day, and so on...

But that's not how it is completely...

A few days ago Natalie was kidnapped from the parking garage...
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Dana sat in her office, busily typing away on her laptop computer.
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...Ever since she was kidnapped, Kyle... it's been so tough around here. Everyone is so sad, myself included, that its not a fun place to be.

Sure, our professionalism isn't changed at all. We can't do that, or Natalie won't have a job to come back to... if she comes back...

I can't think like that! Natalie will come back! Natalie's gotta come back!...
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Casey sat at his laptop in his and Dan's shared office, also typing busily away.
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...I know you like Natalie a lot Charlie, and they are doing everything to find her. We're keeping up hope, and you should too! Natalie would want it that way.

I should bring you into the office Charlie. You have your way with the Sports Night crew, that by the time you leave, everyone is bright and cheery. But I fear that this time even you might not be enough. But anything is better than the way it is now, and I know that you would cheer everyone up a little bit...
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Across that same room, Dan sat with a notepad, writing.
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...Natalie, I don't know how much longer I can go without you. Your beautiful visage haunts every hour, even when I sleep.

I don't think I ever realized how much I care for you, until I lost you. Your absence has taught me much, but your presence would teach me much more! I don't know how much longer I can go... I hope the NYPD finds something soon.

Natalie...

Natalie...

I wish I could hear your beautiful voice once again. Sports Night isn't the same without you... Life isn't, either.

I suppose I could just hope that you show up one day, and say it was all a big mistake. I know that won't happen, but I need to keep some form of hope alive, or I'll die.
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Isaac sat in his office, slowly typing into his computer
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...Dear sweet Natalie.

You're invaluable to us here. Don't ever doubt that.

Hopefully you get to read this...

With affection..
Isaac Jaffee
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I'll write soon Louise...
Your Brother, Jeremy Goodwin
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I'll call you soon Kyle...
Your Sister always, Dana Whitaker
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I'll talk to you soon, Charlie, my son.
Dad
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Natalie, please come back to me... I love you.
Daniel Wesley Rydell
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Dan walked out of his office, and placed the folded sheet of paper on Natalie's desk.

As each staff member walked in, and passed her abandoned desk, not one word was uttered.

Meanwhile, as Isaac finished his letter, he folded it and put it in an envelope. He gazed at the envelope for a short time, then stuck it in a drawer.

As he closed the drawer, he started to choke up, and losing his last emotional barrier, he broke down.