Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the Mentalist
The team ran up the steps to Grace's apartment. Unsurprisingly the door was open.
Everyone went through the apartment as Rigsby received raised eyebrows because about half of the stuff in the apartment was his. When he walked into the kitchen he saw red blood splattered on the while walls and a small pool of smeared blood on the floor.
"OH MY GOD!!!" He yelled as he saw the blood on the walls.
By the time everyone got to the kitchen his shoulders were shaking and they walked in right as he punched the wall.
"Ooh… Nice dent… What's that on the fridge?" Jane said walking up to Grace's fridge.
"What the hell?" Cho said as he grabbed the picture.
"Let me see." Rigsby said snatching the picture.
He couldn't help but gasp when he saw it. It was Grace, HIS Grace duct taped to a chair in her bra and underwear, with multiple bruises and cuts on her body. On the back of the picture there was a scrawled on web address.
As a forensic team went through the apartment, the team was back at the office about to look up the website.
They were all crowded around Rigsby's desk as he typed in the web address.
A video soon filled the screen. It was the same as the picture from the fridge.
The man kept asking her questions and every time she got them wrong he slapped her or punched her.
"What's my favorite color?
"Blue." It was Rigsby's, but not the kidnappers so he slapped her.
"What's my birthday?"
"March 25, 1979." Same as before. Every question he asked her she would give an answer about him.
"Who are you in love with?"
"Wayne Rigsby."
Suddenly the man started to yell and beat her.
"My favorite color is brown, my birthday is June 27, 1977, and my name is Mark Jefferson!!!"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth Cho was typing the name in the DMV database.
"We got a hit. Mark Jefferson, age 32, 105 South Ridge Drive."