Title: Gone
author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: Crossover--CSI/West Wing, angst
Pairings: Josh/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.
The impact of a open palm against her right cheek brought Donna abruptly back to the land of the livng. Momentarily
disoriented Donna didn't recognize her surroundings or the man standing in front of her.
The man's closed fist brought the memories back sharp and clear.
Donna steeled herself for the coming blow. "You can hit me all you want. All it will get you is a step closer to
a needle in the arm."
The man smirked as he cocked his arm. "You think that we are afraid of death?"
Donna shook her head. "No. I know what your group is. You nearly killed several friends of mine not to mention
many innocent people just to prove a point."
This time the man's fist connected snapping Donna's head back so hard that she hit the pole. Black spots started to
appear in front of her eyes. She tried to blink them away but it didn't work.
"Leave her alone, Evan."The leader ordered."Bruises on her will help get us what we want but a dead body won't."
Evan took a small knife out of his pocket and pressed it against Donna's throat. "Can have some fun in the mean time
can't we?"
Donna closed her eyes as she felt the point of the blade pierce her skin. It took all her remaining strength not to
cry out.
The leader stood and grabbed the younger man's arm. "I said LAY OFF!"
Evan broke away and turned the knife back toward Donna. Donna opened her eyes and met the man's gaze. Evam smirked and
slashed the knife across Donna's upper right arm instantly drawing blood.
This time Donna did cry out she couldn't help it. She watched dazedly as blood dripped rapidly down her arm and onto
the sand floor.
"Idoit!"The leader yelled. "I don't care if you hurt her but you will not disobey me."
Donna focused her gaze long enough to see the leader snatch up a nearby gun and aim it at the one called Evan. The other
men gathered scattered as much as they could in the small space.
Evan paled and backed as far into the corner as he could. "Hey man, listen, I was just...."
The leader didn't seem to hear him as he pulled back the hammer and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit Evan
squarely in the heart and he slumped quietly to the ground.
"Don't you people have something to do?"The leader snapped as he turned around finger still on the trigger.
The others nodded and quickly went back to what they had been doing before.
**********
"I think I have something."Warrick exclaimed excitedly. "Hand me the light."
Catherine quickly passed him the small black tube that held the violet colored light. With his free hand Warrick
gently turned the victim's head toward Grissom. He aimed the light at the spot just behind her earlobe.
There was definetly something there but was it a print?
Warrick reached for the small container of fingerprint powder. He dipped the brush into it and brushed it
lightly against the skin. Instantly the familiar ridges of a human fingerprint
"Well?"Catherine prompted not being able to read Warrick's expression.
"Got it."Warrick replied with a wide smile.
Grissom walked around the table and came to stand at Brown's left. He bent down to examine the print and nodded.
"Good work, Warrick. Get it lifted and photographed."
"Right."Warrick replied as he left the room to retrieve the needed equipment.
Catherine opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the ringing of Grissom's cell phone.
Grissom flashed her an apologetic look as he took the device out of his pocket. "Grissom?"
"First a warning the press have the Moss story so your guys will probably be surrounded."Brass stated forgoing
any greeting. "Second the clerk at the convience store decided not to get amensia and gave us a good description. I'm
having the Feds run it through their face recognition software."
Grissom nodded. "Good. Warrick found a print on the Anderson body. Hopefully we'll find a link between that print and
your suspect."
"I don't have to tell you that we're rapidly running out of time on this one."Brass replied grimly. "If we don't find
her within the next thirty-six hours...."
"I know."Grissom acknowledged sadly. "There won't be a need for a rescue."
"I'll keep you posted."Brass promised.
"Thanks."Grissom replied as he ended the conversation and hung up the phone.
"What's going on?"Catherine asked with concern as she crossed the room.
"That was Brass. They got a description from the store clerk. They're running it now."
"Good, hopefully that means the tide is turning on this case."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."Grissom cautioned. "We don't even know if this guy the clerk saw is connected
to Moss at all. He could've been some happy go lucky hunter."
"I'm as much a cynic as you are, Gil but I have a good feeling about this one."
"I hope you're right."
"So do I."Sam spoke up quietly. "You have no idea what Josh has been through since the shooting. He's just now finally
acting like his old self. This has broke all the emotional scars wide open."
"We understand, Mr. Seaborn."Catherine replied gently. "We're doing everything we can to bring this case to a happy
ending."
Sam nodded. "I know you are. I'm going to go for a walk. Call my cell if you need anything."
author: Cindy Ryan
catagory: Crossover--CSI/West Wing, angst
Pairings: Josh/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.
The impact of a open palm against her right cheek brought Donna abruptly back to the land of the livng. Momentarily
disoriented Donna didn't recognize her surroundings or the man standing in front of her.
The man's closed fist brought the memories back sharp and clear.
Donna steeled herself for the coming blow. "You can hit me all you want. All it will get you is a step closer to
a needle in the arm."
The man smirked as he cocked his arm. "You think that we are afraid of death?"
Donna shook her head. "No. I know what your group is. You nearly killed several friends of mine not to mention
many innocent people just to prove a point."
This time the man's fist connected snapping Donna's head back so hard that she hit the pole. Black spots started to
appear in front of her eyes. She tried to blink them away but it didn't work.
"Leave her alone, Evan."The leader ordered."Bruises on her will help get us what we want but a dead body won't."
Evan took a small knife out of his pocket and pressed it against Donna's throat. "Can have some fun in the mean time
can't we?"
Donna closed her eyes as she felt the point of the blade pierce her skin. It took all her remaining strength not to
cry out.
The leader stood and grabbed the younger man's arm. "I said LAY OFF!"
Evan broke away and turned the knife back toward Donna. Donna opened her eyes and met the man's gaze. Evam smirked and
slashed the knife across Donna's upper right arm instantly drawing blood.
This time Donna did cry out she couldn't help it. She watched dazedly as blood dripped rapidly down her arm and onto
the sand floor.
"Idoit!"The leader yelled. "I don't care if you hurt her but you will not disobey me."
Donna focused her gaze long enough to see the leader snatch up a nearby gun and aim it at the one called Evan. The other
men gathered scattered as much as they could in the small space.
Evan paled and backed as far into the corner as he could. "Hey man, listen, I was just...."
The leader didn't seem to hear him as he pulled back the hammer and squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit Evan
squarely in the heart and he slumped quietly to the ground.
"Don't you people have something to do?"The leader snapped as he turned around finger still on the trigger.
The others nodded and quickly went back to what they had been doing before.
**********
"I think I have something."Warrick exclaimed excitedly. "Hand me the light."
Catherine quickly passed him the small black tube that held the violet colored light. With his free hand Warrick
gently turned the victim's head toward Grissom. He aimed the light at the spot just behind her earlobe.
There was definetly something there but was it a print?
Warrick reached for the small container of fingerprint powder. He dipped the brush into it and brushed it
lightly against the skin. Instantly the familiar ridges of a human fingerprint
"Well?"Catherine prompted not being able to read Warrick's expression.
"Got it."Warrick replied with a wide smile.
Grissom walked around the table and came to stand at Brown's left. He bent down to examine the print and nodded.
"Good work, Warrick. Get it lifted and photographed."
"Right."Warrick replied as he left the room to retrieve the needed equipment.
Catherine opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the ringing of Grissom's cell phone.
Grissom flashed her an apologetic look as he took the device out of his pocket. "Grissom?"
"First a warning the press have the Moss story so your guys will probably be surrounded."Brass stated forgoing
any greeting. "Second the clerk at the convience store decided not to get amensia and gave us a good description. I'm
having the Feds run it through their face recognition software."
Grissom nodded. "Good. Warrick found a print on the Anderson body. Hopefully we'll find a link between that print and
your suspect."
"I don't have to tell you that we're rapidly running out of time on this one."Brass replied grimly. "If we don't find
her within the next thirty-six hours...."
"I know."Grissom acknowledged sadly. "There won't be a need for a rescue."
"I'll keep you posted."Brass promised.
"Thanks."Grissom replied as he ended the conversation and hung up the phone.
"What's going on?"Catherine asked with concern as she crossed the room.
"That was Brass. They got a description from the store clerk. They're running it now."
"Good, hopefully that means the tide is turning on this case."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."Grissom cautioned. "We don't even know if this guy the clerk saw is connected
to Moss at all. He could've been some happy go lucky hunter."
"I'm as much a cynic as you are, Gil but I have a good feeling about this one."
"I hope you're right."
"So do I."Sam spoke up quietly. "You have no idea what Josh has been through since the shooting. He's just now finally
acting like his old self. This has broke all the emotional scars wide open."
"We understand, Mr. Seaborn."Catherine replied gently. "We're doing everything we can to bring this case to a happy
ending."
Sam nodded. "I know you are. I'm going to go for a walk. Call my cell if you need anything."