Author: Cindy Brewer

Email: cindyryan7@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I don't own them and am making no profit

Summary: A tradegy awaits Josh when he returns from a
trip.

Notes: No matter how it appears I never kill anyone off in my stories :)
Thanks guys for all the feedback...:)

If it was one thing in the world that Josh Lyman hated
it was jet lag. No matter how many over seas trips he took he never
got used to it. And this week's trip to London with
the President had been no different. The
trip had been routine....Bartlet meeting with Tony
Blair, England's Prime Minister. Now as Josh pulled his car away from Washington's
airport it was almost two thirty in the morning.
The Deputy Chief of Staff stiffled a yawn as he
started the familiar drive home....it was only then
that he realized that Donna had a file he
needed for a meeting that day.

With a sigh, Josh yanked the car into a hard left and
headed in the oppisite direction. She'd probably kill
him for dropping by this late,but then she kept his
schedule so she knew they were getting in
tonight.

As he turned onto Donna's street his heart dropped at
the sight of five police cars and one ambulance parked
next to her apartment building. Josh quickly pulled his car over and threw it in park.
Icy fear raced up his spine as he walked toward the
five story brick building. As the deputy chief of
staff reached her first floor apartment Josh was
shocked to see the open doorway quarinteened by crime
scene tape.

"I'm sorry, Sir, you can't be here."A young uniformed
cop stated briskly as he stepped in front of Lyman.

Josh fumbled in his jacket for his White House I.D.
before replying. "My name is Josh Lyman, I'm the
Deputy Chief of Staff of the United States.This
apartment belongs to my assistant Donna Moss, I need
to talk with her."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Sir."The blond haired
man replied as he motioned for a detective to come out
of the apartment.

"What do you mean it's not possible?"Josh snapped
growing more concerned by the minute. "Is she hurt?"

"I'm Detective Dan Nagy I'm in charge of this
investigation. Did you say your name was Josh
Lyman?"The slightly heavy set red haired man asked as
he took out a small note pad.

Josh nodded. "Yes, this apartment belongs to my
assistant."

"She live here alone?"The detective asked not glancing
up from his pad of paper.

Josh strained to see around the older man and into the
apartment. "She had a roommate but Ellen moved out
abou a month ago....he never answered my
question....is Donna hurt?"

The Detective finally met his gaze. "Around one ten
this morning neighbors heard gunshots coming from this
apartment. When we arrived we found one body, female,
blonde, approximately twenty five to thirty."