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Title: Gone
author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: Crossover--CSI/West Wing, angst
Pairings: Josh/Donna, possibly Nick/Donna, Grissom/Sara
Raiting: PG-13 could change later
Summary: During a vacation to Las Vegas Donna Moss disappears. Can the CSI team find her in time?
Spoilers: general, WW--season three--Simon reference
Notes: This hasn't been beta read so all mistakes are mine.


After the phone hit the floor Catherine stood and walked quickly over to Josh placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Lyman.....Josh, are you alright?"

Grissom stood and walked around his desk and gently touched Lyman's right arm. "Josh, sit down."

Josh heard their voices but couldn't make out the words. Everything was a blur: sounds, images, everything except Rosslyn. That came rushing back sharp
and clear. He could even smell the grass.....

Catherine exchanged a worried look with Grissom as they eased Josh Lyman into one of the visitor's chairs. She really didn't like how
pale he was and hoped he wasn't going to faint. "I'll go get a wet cloth."

As Catherine moved away from the chair Josh snagged her right wrist. "No, don't. I'm okay....just give me a minute."

Grissom knelt down so he was eyelevel. "You need more than a minute's rest, Josh. When was the last time you ate?"

Josh ran a hand over his face struggling to compose himself. "I think I had lunch yesterday....."

Grissom looked at his colleague. "Cath...."

It was then Josh remembered Leo's phone call. He reached down and snatched up the forgotten phone. "Leo? You still there?"

In D.C. Leo Mcgarry slumped back in his chair with relief. "Yes, Josh. I'm still here. You okay?"

Josh shook his head his voice barely above a whisper. "No, Leo I'm not. The fax that Butterfield got....there had to be demands on there. What do
they want for Donna's safe return?"

"I'm sorry Josh, there were no demands."

*******

Sara Sidle passed Nick Stokes in the hallway. "Hey."

Nick smiled. "Hey."

"You look like hell."Sara replied as she turned and came to stand next to Nick matching his step.

Nick glared at her slightly. "Thanks."

"Why don't you go home and get some sleep. I'll let Grissom know."

Nick shook his head as he held up a computer printout. "I have to get these print results to Grissom on the Moss case. Besides I have a feeling none of us
are sleeping until this woman is found."

Sara nodded. "How about I get us some coffee?"

"Does Starbuck's sell it by the gallon?"Stokes asked through a yawn.

Sara laughed. "I'll see what I can find out."she sobered as she looked at the printout in his hand. "What did you find out about the prints?"

Nick sighed. "Not a damn thing. Guy must've worn gloves. Only matches were the dead girl, Donna Moss and the hotel staff."

Sara nodded. "Are we running the hotel staff?"

"Warrick's doing it now."

********

Jim Brass had just deposited a quarter in one of the police preceint's vending machines when his cellular phone rang. With a weary sigh he took the
device out of the inside pocket of his jacket and flipped it open.

"Brass."

A frown crossed Brass's face as he listened to what the officer was reporting. "Block the house off and nobody and I mean nobody touch anything! And borrow a
copter from the state. I want that whole subdivision covered."

As he closed the phone Brass turned and walked back down the hallway hoping that this was the break they needed in the Moss case. But experience was
telling him it wasn't.