Title: Broken Dreams
Author: Cindy Brewer
email: cindyryan7@yahoo.com
disclaimer: I don't own them
summary: When Zoey is 'killed' in a car bomb JAG is
brought in on the investigation.
Author notes: Many thanks to Amanda for her help with
DC details.:)


Zoey Bartlet fought the wave of dizziness and weakness
that threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't
remember the last time her captors had brought her
anything outside of a piece of bread and a glass of
water.

She leaned back against the cold wall wishing she knew
what was going on. Or at the very least knew what day
it was. Her parents had to be beside themselves with
worry right now. 
She wondered if her kidnappers had made any kind of
contact with them.

Just as Zoey was about to drift off to sleep the door
swung inwards with a loud clang causing her to jump.
She shielded her eyes against the harsh florsant light
as two human shapes were shoved into the small room.

"Sarah, you okay?"Sam asked as he scrambled to his
feet, as the door was slammed shut behind him.

"Yeah, you?"Mac replied as she brushed dirt off her
uniform.

"Oh just great considering we've been held at gunpoint
and now we're locked in a small cold room with no
windows."Seaborn replied sarcastically. 

"Sam?"Zoey asked weakly causing the conversation to
come to a dead halt.

Sam quickly followed her voice and sat down next to
her pulling her into an embrace. "Zoey, thank God. Are
you alright?" 

The young woman nodded. "A little weak but otherwise
okay. Who's your friend?"

Sam pulled back from her slightly as Mac knelt next to
them. "This is Lieutenant Colonel Sarah Mackenzie,
she's with JAG. Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's nice to meet you, Zoey."Sarah commented quietly.
"I just wish it was under different circumstances."

"You and me both."Zoey replied with a weak grin before
turning her attention back to Seaborn. "Sam, what's
going on?"

Sam sighed inwardly. "How much do you remember?"

"I remember the fundraiser and sitting in the limo
talking with Charlie about dinner the next day."Zoey
replied softly. "Then suddenly the door behind me
opened and I was yanked out of the limo and thrown
into a van."

"There was a bomb in the limo, Zoey."Sam replied
grimly. "We thought you were dead."

"Oh God," Zoey replied shakily as she realized what
her family must be going through. "Was any one else
hurt? Charlie?"

"Charlie was the closest to the limo when it exploded
so he was in the hospital for a few days, but he's
fine now."Sam stated wishing they had more light in
the room so he could get a good look at her. "He
misses you terribly." 

"My father?"Zoey asked anxiously.

"He wasn't hurt."Sam quickly assured her.

"Zoey,"Mac interjected gently,"What can you tell us
about the men who brought you here?"

Zoey shook her as she drew her knees to her chest.
"Not much.....they kept behind me when they brought me
here. I haven't been out of this room so I've only
seen the ones who've brought food."

**********

By three o'clock Harmon Rabb was beginning to wish
they had taken a helicopter to follow the map instead
of a car. If they had they wouldn't have been stuck in
gridlock traffic for the past hour somewhere between L
street and New York Avenue. If they could just get on
the Baltimore-Washington expressway they'd make it to
Baltimore in no time.

"That's it!"Clayton Webb exclaimed as he unbuckled his
seat belt and grabbed the door handle.

Harm snagged his arm as he kept one hand on the wheel.
"Where do you think you're going?"

Webb glared at him slightly. "To tell them it's a
national emergency and that they have to get out of
our way."

"If you want to cause more delays go ahead."Harm
snapped as he gestured toward the construction crew
five cars ahead. "But if you had taken the time to
look you'd notice that they're opening all lanes."

Webb broke free of Rabb's grasp and rehooked his
seatbelt. "I'm going to call Mac, see if she's making
better progress than we are."He replied as he pulled
out his cellular phone.

******

Toby Ziegler knocked on CJ's open office door causing
the press secretary to jump slightly.

Toby flashed her a sheepish look. "Sorry, CJ, didn't
mean to startle you."

CJ nodded. "What do you need?"

Toby closed the door behind him and sat down in one of
the chairs. "We're going to have to talk with the
President about making a statement about the bombing."

CJ took a container of fish food out of her desk
drawer. "He did that already, the day after."

Toby shook his head. "He still needs to send out a
message to the American people that we are a hundred
percent behind catching the people who did this."

CJ paused in her task of feeding Gail. "Toby, you saw
him during the first press conference he barely made
it through. I don't think he can handle another one.
Not with everything still so fresh."

"I know,"Toby replied quietly,"But he has to do this.
It's part of being President."

CJ nodded as she reached for her phone. "I'll call
Mrs. Landingham and see if he has time this
afternoon."

end of part 13 TBC

 

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