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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. Also I apologize for the lack of Forensics technospeak in
the previous chapters. I'll try to include that in the upcoming chapters.:)
Warrick Brown leaned against the lab counter as he waited for the computer to signal that the results were ready.
He had just finished the report on the hotel staff when Grissom had called asking him to backup Greg in the lab. Greg
had his hands full since the majority of the evidence recovered from the house in the Moss case was blood.
"I wonder if you ever get used to it."Greg commented as he placed a vile of blood in one machine and hit the correct
assortment of keys to start another test.
Warrick didn't look up from the list of hotel employees he was rereading. Maybe he had missed something. "Used to what?"
"Working in the White House."Greg shook his head in amazement. "Must be weird knowing you could turn a corner and
run into the President of the United States."
Warrick shrugged. "I'm sure after awhile it's just a normal office."
Greg laughed. "Some how I doubt the White House could ever be categorized into a normal office job. You got celebrities
dropping by for tours, secret service at every turn, fancy dinners....."
Warrick looked up as Greg trailed off and looked at the machine to his right. Greg read display before hitting the
commands to print.
"What have you got?"Warrick prompted.
Greg reread the computer printout just to be sure. "Some good news."
*********
"Josh...."Sam began but was cut off by the ringing of Lyman's cell phone.
"Hello?"Josh answered as he flipped open the phone.
"Josh, it's CJ. I just wanted you to be aware that CNN and the other networks have Donna's story."
Josh closed his eyes. "They're not going to sit on it are they?"
"I'm sorry, Josh but they're not. I spent over an hour on the phone trying to get some control but they smell a big
story and aren't budging."
Josh nodded. "Thanks for letting me know, Claudia Jean."
"What's going on?"Sam asked as he stood.
Josh put the phone back in his pocket. "Press has Donna's story. CJ tried to control it but they're going to run
with it anyway."
Sam sighed. "Maybe it'll help. Get Donna's picture out there so people who saw her can contact the authorities."
Josh glanced back at the house. "I hope you're right, Sam but I doubt it."
Sam moved to stand next to his friend. "When was the last time you ate?"
Josh shrugged. "I don't know....yesterday morning maybe the night before."
Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's get some food in you. I'll let Mr. Grissom know where we're going."
"I can't leave, Sam."Josh protested as he watched Nick and Sara walk through the front door and toward one of the
vehicles carrying plastic bags.
"Josh you haven't slept. You look like you're about to fall over."Sam replied quietly. "Donna needs you to be strong. You
won't be of any help to her if you collapse from dehydration and exhaustion."
"Fine."Josh relented."I'll go give Grissom my cell number."
********
Donna bit her lower lip in an effort to keep from crying out in pain as she was roughly tied against a wooden support pole
that ran from floor to ceiling. The pain in her injured left side was enough to cause her to black out. But Donna fought
against the swirling darkness. She had to stay awake in order to fight them. If she passed out Donna knew she might
never wake up.
The shack they were in was one room with a single window. It reminded Donna of something off of Little House on the Prairie.
No furniture just the desert floor and four wooden walls. The room was barely big enough to hold the five of them.
"What are we doing in this piece of crap anyway?"One man asked as he leaned back against the wall. "We could be
on a sunny beach or something."
"They know we have her by now. They're lookin' for us."
"So what? Just kill the bitch and dump her. Why are we hangin' on to her?"
"Because she's our way to communicate to mainstream America. With her we can take over the government and run things
the way they should be run."
"So how long are we stuck here? It gets real cold at night in the desert in case you forgot. I ain't freezin' for no one."
The man with the pony tail tossed him the car keys. "So quit whining and go buy some firewood and supplies. And don't forget
to buy more ammunition."
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. Also I apologize for the lack of Forensics technospeak in
the previous chapters. I'll try to include that in the upcoming chapters.:)
Warrick Brown leaned against the lab counter as he waited for the computer to signal that the results were ready.
He had just finished the report on the hotel staff when Grissom had called asking him to backup Greg in the lab. Greg
had his hands full since the majority of the evidence recovered from the house in the Moss case was blood.
"I wonder if you ever get used to it."Greg commented as he placed a vile of blood in one machine and hit the correct
assortment of keys to start another test.
Warrick didn't look up from the list of hotel employees he was rereading. Maybe he had missed something. "Used to what?"
"Working in the White House."Greg shook his head in amazement. "Must be weird knowing you could turn a corner and
run into the President of the United States."
Warrick shrugged. "I'm sure after awhile it's just a normal office."
Greg laughed. "Some how I doubt the White House could ever be categorized into a normal office job. You got celebrities
dropping by for tours, secret service at every turn, fancy dinners....."
Warrick looked up as Greg trailed off and looked at the machine to his right. Greg read display before hitting the
commands to print.
"What have you got?"Warrick prompted.
Greg reread the computer printout just to be sure. "Some good news."
*********
"Josh...."Sam began but was cut off by the ringing of Lyman's cell phone.
"Hello?"Josh answered as he flipped open the phone.
"Josh, it's CJ. I just wanted you to be aware that CNN and the other networks have Donna's story."
Josh closed his eyes. "They're not going to sit on it are they?"
"I'm sorry, Josh but they're not. I spent over an hour on the phone trying to get some control but they smell a big
story and aren't budging."
Josh nodded. "Thanks for letting me know, Claudia Jean."
"What's going on?"Sam asked as he stood.
Josh put the phone back in his pocket. "Press has Donna's story. CJ tried to control it but they're going to run
with it anyway."
Sam sighed. "Maybe it'll help. Get Donna's picture out there so people who saw her can contact the authorities."
Josh glanced back at the house. "I hope you're right, Sam but I doubt it."
Sam moved to stand next to his friend. "When was the last time you ate?"
Josh shrugged. "I don't know....yesterday morning maybe the night before."
Sam placed a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's get some food in you. I'll let Mr. Grissom know where we're going."
"I can't leave, Sam."Josh protested as he watched Nick and Sara walk through the front door and toward one of the
vehicles carrying plastic bags.
"Josh you haven't slept. You look like you're about to fall over."Sam replied quietly. "Donna needs you to be strong. You
won't be of any help to her if you collapse from dehydration and exhaustion."
"Fine."Josh relented."I'll go give Grissom my cell number."
********
Donna bit her lower lip in an effort to keep from crying out in pain as she was roughly tied against a wooden support pole
that ran from floor to ceiling. The pain in her injured left side was enough to cause her to black out. But Donna fought
against the swirling darkness. She had to stay awake in order to fight them. If she passed out Donna knew she might
never wake up.
The shack they were in was one room with a single window. It reminded Donna of something off of Little House on the Prairie.
No furniture just the desert floor and four wooden walls. The room was barely big enough to hold the five of them.
"What are we doing in this piece of crap anyway?"One man asked as he leaned back against the wall. "We could be
on a sunny beach or something."
"They know we have her by now. They're lookin' for us."
"So what? Just kill the bitch and dump her. Why are we hangin' on to her?"
"Because she's our way to communicate to mainstream America. With her we can take over the government and run things
the way they should be run."
"So how long are we stuck here? It gets real cold at night in the desert in case you forgot. I ain't freezin' for no one."
The man with the pony tail tossed him the car keys. "So quit whining and go buy some firewood and supplies. And don't forget
to buy more ammunition."