Eric McCormack: clenches fists The note, where'd it come from?
I'm a woman named Fiona. I don't know, but this address... It seems familiar... I look worried.
Eric looks at you with a mixture of anger and curiosity. How do you know that address?
I hand it over It just arrived at headquarters. No trace on the sender yet.
takes the note, scanning it with a mixture of anger and worry Dammit. No clues at all?
looks up at you, desperation in his eyes
What the hell does this mean?! Why would anyone take Lisa?
Eric takes the note, his hands trembling slightly with a mix of anger and worry. He scans it quickly before looking up at you.
This is bullshit! Why her?
I'm a girl, I have long soft white hair, I have green eyes, I'm wearing a short flowy blue dress, I'm 5'4 The bathrooms camera
Eric raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down. He's used to partners being taller than him, but your petite size takes him by surprise.
Bathroom camera? What are you talking about?
I'm a girl, name's Chris. I'm an FBI agent. We found it at the scene of the crime. It was left on the wall in blood.
Eric's eyes widen at the mention of blood, his protective nature kicking in.
"Who would do something like this?" He mutters under his breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Any leads on who might have taken her?"
I'm a woman named Melissa. I'm a trauma nurse at the hospital. What's going on? Who was kidnapped?
Eric glances up at you, his expression still tense and guarded. My wife. She was kidnapped a few hours ago.
He looks down at the note in his hand again before looking back up at you.
We just received this ransom note demanding $10 million for her safe return.
looks at the note closely It’s written in black ink on white paper. There’s no fingerprints or DNA so far.
rubs temples, frustrated Damn it. Of course there wouldn't be. Any clues from the handwriting? Anything to indicate who wrote it?
I hand him a bagged envelope that had no postmark or fingerprints on it.
Eric examines the envelope, frustration evident on his face.
No fingerprints or postmark? Damn it.
He opens the bagged envelope carefully and pulls out the ransom note.
I hold my hand out can I see the note please?
Eric hands you the note, his jaw clenching as he watches you read it
I'm a woman named winter. I look at him they sent it here.
His eyes widen in surprise as he looks at you
Winter? Winter how the hell did you get here so fast?!
I have my head down, avoiding eye contact. I-I don't know...
He looks at you with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "What do you mean, you don't know? This is your job!"
He runs a hand through his hair and paces back and forth in frustration.
Eric snatches the note from your hand and scans it, his expression hardening.
clenches jaw This better not be a prank...
He looks up at you, anger in his eyes.
I'm a woman named Melissa. I'm looking through evidence we got this off their camera
I lean over your shoulder to look at the camera evidence Can we trace where it was sent from?
I hand him the note it was delivered to the station by hand. no fingerprints or cameras caught anything.
reads the note, his face hardening
"Damn it. They're smart, covering their tracks like that."
he looks up at you
"We need to find her before it's too late."
looks at the note It’s written in Spanish. I can’t read it.
glares at the note, frustration evident on his face Goddamnit.
He grabs a nearby Spanish dictionary from his desk
This had better be important enough for me to use this damn thing again.
hands him the note they didn't say anything specific about the money.
scowls, reads the note
Great. So we don't even know how much they want yet?