"It's a very thorough report," Duke acknowledged, looking in turn from Tani to Junior as though waiting for them to acknowledge the elephant in the room. (Although to be fair, a seal was a more accurate alliteration. A notably absent SEAL, that is.)

After a moment of uncomfortable silence the HPD officer prompted, "Where's the rest of it?"

"Sir, everything regarding the perp's arrest was detailed in the report," Junior calmly evaded.

Duke leaned back with an aggrieved look. "Three officers handled this operation, and only two are standing in my office right now. Where is Commander McGarrett?"

Tani glanced out the window, refusing to take ownership. As if she hadn't innocuously snapped a couple photos before fire and rescue came in.

"Commander McGarrett is currently indisposed on official business, Sir," Junior mumbled.

Chilling dark eyes snapped his way. "Excuse me?"

"What he means, Sergeant Lukela," Tani said coolly, "Is that Commander McGarrett fell backwards and got himself stuck in a manhole, which required an entire fire team for extraction. The doctor says he'll be sitting on ice packs for a week."

"He gave us strict orders not to mention it to anyone," Junior said, muffling a chuckle under an ill-timed cough.

"Well then, you can tell the commander that here at HPD, we don't withhold necessary information, particularly regarding matters of health and safety!" Duke stated, tossing the report onto the desk. "Rewrite it."

"Right away, Sir," Junior answered. He shuffled the creased papers and nodded at Tani, preparing to call McGarrett with an apology once the factual report was listed. Tani swayed in place, her gaze locked on Duke's stoic visage.

Glancing at the young woman's reddening, mirthful expression, Duke looked sidelong at the report and asked covertly, "Did you get pictures?"