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Title: Revenge
Author: Fire Top
Rating:
NC-17 (one of these days I’ll write
something that everyone can read)
Spoilers: Up to Noel
< sty style='font-family:"Century Gothic"'>Summery: Enemies are made in the most unlikely
places. And sometimes they come back.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me. They belong to Adam Sorkin and NBC. I am not making any money out of this.
Authors
note: Yes I’m doing it again. Josh is getting hurt. Anyone who takes offence I am sorry. There are some strong themes in here. Justarniarning. Please send feedback to firetop1015@yahoo.com. I promise I am working on something that is a
little lighter than what I’ve been posting so far. Thanks for reading.
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Any
second now. Joe had called and said that
He had just left the building. That
means that in about a minute the target would be walking past him and then he’d
make his move.
The
three of us have been planning this for over a year already. We really wanted to go after the bitch but
that would have been too hard. She was
too well protected. Of the other three
that caused this one had left the area, no sense in going after that one. Then there were two. The nigger and the Jew. The Jew was easier to get to. And he was the fucker that had hit the button
and ruined our lives.
My
musings are cut short as I see him walk by.
This is it. I finish tying my
shoe lace. The street was empty except
for the two of us. I start jogging and get
the syringe ready in my left hand. I jog
along the street until I catch up with him.
It was perfect. By the time the
needle was in his ass and the plunger pressed we are at the corner with the van
doors open. He stumbled and I catch him,
tossing him into the waiting van. The
door closed. We got him.
“Good
morning everyone.”
“Morning
mister President.”
President
Bartlett walked into the office and looked around at his staff. “Everyone take a seat.” He sat down as did everyone else. “Hey, where is Josh?”
At
this the rest of the people look around.
“We have no idea sir. I’ll have
someone call down to Donna and have her find out.” Leo said as he walked over to his office to
look into it.
“That
works. He probably finally gave into
that cold and over slept this morning.
Okay, so what do I need to know?”
The
meeting lasted less than ten minutes and Josh still hadn’t showed up. Toby and C.J. made their next stop Donna’s
desk. They walked over to her, she was
on the phone. “Josh, wake up! You are late.” She said into the phone and hung up. She looked up at the three people around her
desk. “I keep getting his answering
machine.”
“Don’t
worry. I got some free time. I’ll go take a drive and make sure he is ok.” Toby reassured.
“Ok. If he is really sick, just let him to stay
there.” C.J. said.
“Will
do mom.” Toby left to grab his coat and
keys.
“Josh?” Toby knocked on his door one last time with
no answer.
“Hey,
what’s going on?” A man that looked like
the super came up stairs.
“I’m
trying to see if my friend is ok. He
didn’t show up for work and his not answering his phone. Leo asked getting more frustrated
by the minute.
“He had no dates
last night that any one can tell. We
called any one that we know of that he might be seeing. No one saw him last night.” Toby said.
“He left here
around 1
am and walked
home. The D.C. Police are looking along
the route home.” Will added.
“He hasn’t turned
up in any of the local hospitals or the morgue yet.” C.J. chipped in.
“Well that’s some
good news.” Leo said sarcastically and
then shook his head. “Ok. C.J. It whispered, before Josh’s life exploded
before his eyes.
“Where are we?”
“No where Mr.
President.”
“What do you mean
Leo?”
“No one knows
anything. No one saw anything, no one
heard anything. There are no notes. There are no traces. Nothing.”
“God Dammit! It’s
been close to 24hrs that we are guessing at.”
Jed pounded on the desk. “What is
everyone doing?”
“Mostly waiting
sir. The police are still
searching. They think they know where he
was taken from and they have a set of tire tracks that could be a skid. Area residents thought they heard a car skid
around the time but as that most of them were asleep it isn’t very reliable.”
“Is the press
still here?”
“Yeah.”
"'>“Have C.J. Tell
them what we know. I want Josh’s picture
plastered everywhere. Anyone who has
seen him, I want a call. How is the hate
mail angle?”
“Not good. Lots of them.
But nothing about kidnapping.
Toby and Will are still looking at them all.”
“Okay. I’l dow down later to talk to everyone.” Jed sat down.
“Leo, all I want to do is ask Josh what he suggests we do in this
situation.”
“I know sir. We are doing everything possible.”
“Where is Donna?”
“She is sitting
with Toby and Will.”
“Is she?”
“As we all are.”
“Okay Leo. I’ll talk to you later.”
There was
screaming. Who was screaming? If he could just get that person to be quiet
maybe the pain would go away. It finally
dawned on him that he was the one screaming.
His body was
pounding. Head, back, front, arms, legs,
ass. Everything was on fire. He couldn’t think. He had to get away. From everything. He had to escape. Where was help?
They were all
sitting in a conference room. There was
coffee and some sort of food. But no one
was interested. The ringing phone made
them all jump. Toby was the
closest. “Uh huh? Ok.
We’ll be right there.”
“C.J. I need you to come with me to check something
out in the mail room.”
“Sure Toby.” As they started walking out of the room she
asked. “What is it?”
“A box was just left
along the west gate. It was addressed to
Joshua Lyman. It is not a bomb. They moved it inside and are not going to
open it till one of us gets there.”
They both looked
over the box before Toby went to open it.
“Hey is that?” C.J. never
finished her sentence as she saw what was in the box. “Get 911 here not.” She yelled as she helped Toby claw open the
box.
With the help of
the other men in the room they laid the naked, bloody, broken form of Josh
Lyman on to the floor. Toby took off his
jacket and ripped off his shirt to cover his friend’s body.
“Josh.” CJ she spoke to him while trying to check a
pulse. “Wake up Josh. Come on.
You are safe. We got you.” There was one but he wasn’t breathing.
In moments the
room was filled with people. Some one
must have told everyone upstairs what was found. Toby and CJ were still on the floor with him
as the EMTs were trying to get him ready for transport. “Toby, you go with them. I want a phone call every 15 minutes.”
“Yes, Leo.” And Toby ran after the medical personal.
“CJ. I want you to talk to the press. Will, the president will be making a short
speech later today. Donna, you back at
the office to inform the rest of the staff what’s going on. I want today to be an easy day. If you have a chance. Take a nap or a shower and change your
clothing. I promise to keep everyone
informed. I’ll be with the president.”
“At 10:35 am a package was found on the west side of
the house. It was addressed to Josh
Lyman. It was scanned for explosives, none where found, and the box was brought
inside. Toby Zeigler and I were called
to open the box.” CJ took a breath
before continuing. The contents of that
box would haunt her for a while. “In
side the box was Josh Lyman. He was
naked and covered in blood. He was unconscious
and not breathing. We started to
administer CPR. EMT’s arrived soon after
to take him to Georgetown hospital.
We do not have his condition at this time. The president will speak later, and I will
let you know his condition. I sincerely
hope that you all join me in saying that your best wishes and prayers are with
Josh at this time. Thank you.” And CJ walked off the podium as people yelled
questions at her. She had to get out of
there. She ran to her office closed the
door and let the tears overtake her.
She did not hear
the knock on the door, nor the opening of it.
But soon she was wrapped in a comforting embrace. And she heard the words of comfort from
Danny.
He called every
15 minutes like he promised he would for the past hour and a half. He had no news. They had brought him in. He had spent less than 10 minutes in the
emergency room before they whisked him away to the operating room. Secret service agents took up residence
outside the OR. Toby had finally asked for
someone to let him know what was going on because the president was waiting to
hear from him. That was five minutes
ago. A woman in blood covered blue
scrubs came up to him.
“Mr.
Zeigler?” Toby could just nod. “My name is Dr. Kathy Anderson. I’m one of the doctors working on your friend
in there. I hear they president wanted
to know what was going on.”
“Is he?”
“No he isn’t
dead. I’m going to be honest, it looks
bad. I need to go back in there. I’m going to have the doctor from the ER come
up here to talk to you in a few minutes.
I will be back to talk to you as soon as I can.
“Toby you got any
news?”
“Yes sir. I just got done talking to the ER doctor that
looked at him first. It’s not good,
according to one of the doctors that is operating on him.”
“What’s the
story?”
“Both shoulders
dislocated, left arm broken in three places, right arm in one. Both wrists are broken. Left knee shattered. Right leg broke in two places and a broken
ankle. Four broken ribs, internal
bleeding, not sure of what organs yet.
His lungs collapsed. There is a
concussion, broken collar bone, assorted bruising. A few cuts that need to be stitched closed.”
“Toby. There is something else.”
“You sitting
Leo?”
“Yeah.”
“Raped.”
“What?”
“Raped. He has something shoved up his ass. It was hard enough to cause tearing and
bleeding. And it wasn’t just once.”
“Toby are you ok
there. Do you want some one there with you?”
“I don’t know
Leo. I don’t know. He has been in surgery for over two hours
now. They say it doesn’t look good. What are we going to do Leo?”
“At this moment
we are goto wto wait and pray. Our guys
in the labs are going over the box.
Maybe we can get something off of it.
I’m going to send C.J. over to sit with you for a bit.”
“Okay. Don’t tell the president yet. Wait till I hear from the surgeon.”
“He is waiting
for the first lady to come home.”
“Okay Leo. I’ll call you when I have more.”
It was seven
hours later that Josh was wheeled out of surgery. Toby and CJ both jumped when they saw his gurney
leaving. Dr. Anderson waylaid them and directed
them back over to the waiting area. “He
is being taken to post op. After that he
will be moved to a private room. Are
there any family members that need to be notified?”
“That’s being
taken care of by the president. He is
calling Josh’s mother.” CJ answered.
“I’m sure you are
curious as to his condition.” AT their
nods she continued. “They told you about
what they noticed down in the ER. The internal
damage was bad too. We removed his spleen;
his kidneys were bruised as was his liver.
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