One week earlier

"Yep. Thanks for the call Lockly. Mmhmm.."

Lieutenant Randy Disher slammed his way into Captain Stottlemeyer's office, the door banging against the wall with an almighty crash. Stottlemeyer gestured violently in his lieutenants direction, ear pressed against his phone.

"Ya, that was Randy." Leland sighed, "Yup. Thanks so much for calling, James. I'll get someone to look into it right away. Take care."

As the Captain dropped the phone back into its cradle, he gave a stern look to Randy, "Alright, now what was so important that you had to come barging into here—"

"Captain, I think you might want to sit down for this!" Randy said, his face shining with excitement. Stottlemeyer repressed a heavy sigh with a great amount of difficulty.

"Randy, we've been through this over and over. I don't want to sit down." The Captain squinted at what Randy had in his hands, "What case file is that?"

"Sir, I really think you want to sit down."

Stottlemeyer let the sigh out, and he sat down in his chair, "Alright, Randy I'm sitting. Again. If this is any less spectacular than the resurrection, you're fired."

"Ok sir, here we go. Alright….here we go…" Randy seemed to be pep talking himself more than his commanding officer. He stepped closer to the Captains desk, and shrugged open the case file, "You remember Emily Springer, don't you?"

"Course I do!" Leland nodded, "She worked here ten years before she moved up the ladder and became F.B.I…that's what James Lockly called about—"

"No, no you gotta listen to this!" Randy looked so excited that Stottlemeyer was worried that he might actually pop, "Guess what? She'd dead! They found her murdered in the house this morning, and their kids and husband are gone!"

Pause

"And you're excited about this?" The Captain leaned back in his chair.

"Well, no of course not sir." Randy's grin fell, "It's-well, its terrible but I just thought you'd like to know…"

"Randy, I was on the phone with James Lockly from the missing persons department." Stottlemeyer grunted, "I know everything you know, and maybe more. James believes that Emily was killed and Jon was taken hostage. Their daughter Katlyn reported her father missing, and then disappeared herself."

"What about the son?" Randy looked riveted, sitting down in the chair across from the Captain's desk, wide-eyed.

"Jack is twenty-five and moved to Santa Barbra years ago. Katlyn is fifteen, and lived at home with her parents." The Captian suddenly rose and grabbed his coat, "At least she did live at home, no one can find her now. Call Monk, tell him to meet us at the Springer manor. We've got a murder, a kidnapping, and a missing teenage daughter to work on. Emily Springer was a good woman, and anyone who wears a badge and knew her is out to solve this. The entire Police Department is joining hands with the F.B.I on this one."

"But I thought we only solved homicides." Randy looked confused.

The Captain buttoned up his coat and gave another great sigh, "Randy just call Monk and get in the car."