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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.
Twenty minutes later Sam entered Grissom's office to find it's only occupant pacing by the open doorway.
"Hey."
"Hey."Josh replied distractedly not stopping his pacing. "Did Grissom update you?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, some good news, finally. Did you get any sleep?"
"Not really."Josh replied as he stopped and walked back to Grissom's desk and sat wearily down on the corner."I tried
but my mind was going a million miles a minute."
"I thought as much."Sam said as he handed his friend one of the cups of coffee he was holding.
"Thanks."Josh acknowledged as he took the coffee but as he did sadness over came him. Coffee always made him think
of Donna and the ongoing good natured threat that she would never bring him coffee.
Sam saw the shadow of sadness pass across his friends face and he instantly kicked himself mentally for bringing
the coffee. How could he have been so stupid?
"Josh."Sam began as he reached for the cup Lyman was holding. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking.....here I'll see if anybody
else in the lab could use it."
Josh smiled briefly as he waved Sam off. "No, Sam, it's okay."
Sam didn't seem convinced. "You sure?"
Josh nodded. "Yeah....I just miss her, that's all."
"We all do, Josh."Sam replied his voice distant and quiet.
"Have you talked to Leo recently?"Josh asked trying to keep his mind occupied.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I checked in while I was out walking. Everything's fine....they're all waiting like we are.
Leo said that if we needed anything to just call."
***********
Grissom stood in the main lab. The rest of his team was before him circled around one of the tables. They were
down to the wire on this case, Gil could feel it. That's why he had called everyone together. He needed to know
where they stood.
"Sara, what'd you find with the ropes?"Grissom asked as he leaned against the table.
Sara pushed the tiny plastic bag to the center of the table that held the piece of red thread. "Just a piece of
cotton thread. Could be from a shirt or a bandanna."
"What about the fingerprint?"Nick asked wishing he had something to do. Some way to help.
Grissom slid a computer printout toward Nick as he said. "Matched to a Ben James age thirty. Born in Balitmore, has
been arrested numerous times for assault, battery, and armed robbery but never convicted."
"Who is a known accompliance to our ammo happy friend the clerk identified."Brass interjected as he walked
into the room. He held up a computer printout of a mugshot. "Meet Daniel Benson. Convicted in '93 in a Chicago bank
robbery, served five years. In '98 Benson was suspected in two church burnings in Tallahassee, Florida."
"And both of them are out walking the streets."Catherine replied with a sad shake of her head.
"Not for long."Brass said as he lowered the picture. "There's a state wide APB out on both of them."
"Hopefully that'll be enough to find Donna Moss."Nick said though he knew cases like this were seldom that easy.
**********
Donna tried not to look at the dead body sprawled a few feet from her. But in the small space it was impossible.
She had faked sleep while listening to her captors. The leader had ordered the others to dispose of the body
as soon as night fell.
Donna could only guess that they didn't want to be seen burying a body even though they were out in the middle of
nowhere.
Donna's gaze fell on the young dead man once more and she felt bile rise in her throat. Is that what she would look like
when they found her?
No, Donna thought as she forced her head forward. She couldn't give up now....some how she had to keep fighting.
With renewed determination Donna began to once again work on the ropes that bound her hands.
********
Josh glanced at his watch and squinted trying to determine the correct time. His watch sucked on a good day. Now
his exhausted mind was trying to make caculations it wasn't in any way prepared to do.
"It's ten to seven."Sam supplied as he sat in the visitor's chair to the left of Grissom's desk.
"Thanks."Josh replied as he sank back into the chair. "We should've brought the FBI in on this."
Sam shook his head as he leaned forward. "She hasn't been brought across state lines."
"We don't know that."Josh snapped. "They've had an APB out on these guys for over an hour now! We should know
something by now."
"Nevada's a big state, Josh."Sam said reassuredly as he stood. "It'll take time to run it through the local police
agencies.
"Mr. Lyman?"Nick called as he knocked on Grissom's open office door. "If you'll come with me Brass needs you to come
to the prescient."
Josh stood and he felt his blood run cold. "Did he find Donna?"
Nick shook his head sympathically as Josh and Sam joined him at the door. "I'm sorry, but he didn't give me any
details. Just to get you there as soon as possible."
"Let's go."Sam urged as the three of them walked out into the hallway.
Josh looked over at Sam as they reached the building's exit. "Call Leo. If the police need anything I want them to have
it the moment they need it."
Sam nodded as they stepped outside. "I'll call on the way."
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.
Twenty minutes later Sam entered Grissom's office to find it's only occupant pacing by the open doorway.
"Hey."
"Hey."Josh replied distractedly not stopping his pacing. "Did Grissom update you?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah, some good news, finally. Did you get any sleep?"
"Not really."Josh replied as he stopped and walked back to Grissom's desk and sat wearily down on the corner."I tried
but my mind was going a million miles a minute."
"I thought as much."Sam said as he handed his friend one of the cups of coffee he was holding.
"Thanks."Josh acknowledged as he took the coffee but as he did sadness over came him. Coffee always made him think
of Donna and the ongoing good natured threat that she would never bring him coffee.
Sam saw the shadow of sadness pass across his friends face and he instantly kicked himself mentally for bringing
the coffee. How could he have been so stupid?
"Josh."Sam began as he reached for the cup Lyman was holding. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking.....here I'll see if anybody
else in the lab could use it."
Josh smiled briefly as he waved Sam off. "No, Sam, it's okay."
Sam didn't seem convinced. "You sure?"
Josh nodded. "Yeah....I just miss her, that's all."
"We all do, Josh."Sam replied his voice distant and quiet.
"Have you talked to Leo recently?"Josh asked trying to keep his mind occupied.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I checked in while I was out walking. Everything's fine....they're all waiting like we are.
Leo said that if we needed anything to just call."
***********
Grissom stood in the main lab. The rest of his team was before him circled around one of the tables. They were
down to the wire on this case, Gil could feel it. That's why he had called everyone together. He needed to know
where they stood.
"Sara, what'd you find with the ropes?"Grissom asked as he leaned against the table.
Sara pushed the tiny plastic bag to the center of the table that held the piece of red thread. "Just a piece of
cotton thread. Could be from a shirt or a bandanna."
"What about the fingerprint?"Nick asked wishing he had something to do. Some way to help.
Grissom slid a computer printout toward Nick as he said. "Matched to a Ben James age thirty. Born in Balitmore, has
been arrested numerous times for assault, battery, and armed robbery but never convicted."
"Who is a known accompliance to our ammo happy friend the clerk identified."Brass interjected as he walked
into the room. He held up a computer printout of a mugshot. "Meet Daniel Benson. Convicted in '93 in a Chicago bank
robbery, served five years. In '98 Benson was suspected in two church burnings in Tallahassee, Florida."
"And both of them are out walking the streets."Catherine replied with a sad shake of her head.
"Not for long."Brass said as he lowered the picture. "There's a state wide APB out on both of them."
"Hopefully that'll be enough to find Donna Moss."Nick said though he knew cases like this were seldom that easy.
**********
Donna tried not to look at the dead body sprawled a few feet from her. But in the small space it was impossible.
She had faked sleep while listening to her captors. The leader had ordered the others to dispose of the body
as soon as night fell.
Donna could only guess that they didn't want to be seen burying a body even though they were out in the middle of
nowhere.
Donna's gaze fell on the young dead man once more and she felt bile rise in her throat. Is that what she would look like
when they found her?
No, Donna thought as she forced her head forward. She couldn't give up now....some how she had to keep fighting.
With renewed determination Donna began to once again work on the ropes that bound her hands.
********
Josh glanced at his watch and squinted trying to determine the correct time. His watch sucked on a good day. Now
his exhausted mind was trying to make caculations it wasn't in any way prepared to do.
"It's ten to seven."Sam supplied as he sat in the visitor's chair to the left of Grissom's desk.
"Thanks."Josh replied as he sank back into the chair. "We should've brought the FBI in on this."
Sam shook his head as he leaned forward. "She hasn't been brought across state lines."
"We don't know that."Josh snapped. "They've had an APB out on these guys for over an hour now! We should know
something by now."
"Nevada's a big state, Josh."Sam said reassuredly as he stood. "It'll take time to run it through the local police
agencies.
"Mr. Lyman?"Nick called as he knocked on Grissom's open office door. "If you'll come with me Brass needs you to come
to the prescient."
Josh stood and he felt his blood run cold. "Did he find Donna?"
Nick shook his head sympathically as Josh and Sam joined him at the door. "I'm sorry, but he didn't give me any
details. Just to get you there as soon as possible."
"Let's go."Sam urged as the three of them walked out into the hallway.
Josh looked over at Sam as they reached the building's exit. "Call Leo. If the police need anything I want them to have
it the moment they need it."
Sam nodded as they stepped outside. "I'll call on the way."