"Okay, tell me you got something we can use Max?" Steve asked as he approached the medical examiner just inside the loading docks of the stadium a minute later.

"Well I can conclude that our victim is male, approximately 25-35 years old. I can also confirm that the victim sustained a great deal of electrical shocks before his death." The quirky doctor reported.

"So, what are you saying?" Steve asked. "The shocks aren't what killed him?"

Max shared a look with Kono and then continued. "Although I cannot provide you with an exact COD at the moment Commander McGarrett, I can say with some confidence that these shocks were not actually the cause."

"I need to know if there is any way to tell if he was targeted specifically, or if it was meant for anyone. Or, if it was just an accident." Steve stated, with a definite attitude in his voice. "It's looking less and less like an accident, but that's not my job to rule that out, it's yours, so what can you give me, Max?" he was very short, and to the point.

Max tilted his head to the side slightly. "I would hazard an educated guess that, given how much this was meant to look like death by electrocution, it was not an accident. Perhaps that would be a question better asked to the CSU team, however. As it is unlikely that there will be evidence on the body that I will be able to interpret with enough certainty to conclude whether it was an accident or not."

"Okay," Steve replied, slightly confused. "Listen. I just got a call from the governor. He's not allowing us to hold the band's crew for the night, so we need to get as much information as possible, as quickly as possible, Max."

"Wait, what?" Kono interjected. "We don't even have any of them in custody yet, and Denning is saying we can't hold any of them here tonight? That's jumping the gun a bit, don't you think?"

"Yeah. It sounds like jumping a very suspicious gun to me." Steve agreed.

"What about the manager?" Kono asked. "Can we at least keep the one guy we do have in custody?"

Steve shook his head. "Especially the manager." Steve emphasized. "Somehow, someone on the crew found out we had him, and used their connection to the big name P.R. firms that book these types of events to threaten Denning."

"Threaten him? How?" Kono asked, still confused.

Steve let out an annoyed breath. Not at Kono, but at the situation. "They told Denning that if we didn't let Philips go, he'd make sure Hawaii didn't see another popular touring act til Elvis was proven to be alive, and living on Maui." He couldn't believe how ridiculous it sounded to say that, even though it was word for word what Governor Denning had told him.

"You have got to be kidding me," Kono shook her head. "He's willing to let a potential killer go, if it means he gets to continue keeping his numbers up with young voters by bringing their favourite bands to Hawaii."

"Yeah." Steve confirmed with her. "So, we need everything you have, yesterday," Steve turned to the medical examiner once again.

Max nodded his head. "I understand the sensitive timing of this case, Commander, however-"

"Before the equipment is processed, we have no way of knowing for sure whether he specifically was targeted or not." Steve finished for him, shaking his head.

"Not necessarily," Max replied, with a slight attitude in his voice to rival the SEAL's. He was used to getting that from Detective Williams, so snappy retorts came fairly easily to him. "I find it particularly interesting to note that, the evidence suggests the shocks were delivered very close to time of death."

"So he was electrocuted, and then killed right after? Sounds like someone wasn't having a good time tonight." Kono added.

"Yeah." Steve agreed. "It sounds like either he was the victim of a very unfortunate coincidence in timing, or when our killer figured out the electrocution didn't do it, he had to finish the job another way." he observed.

"Precisely." Max nodded.

"Which means the killer waited nearby, and was able to sneak in and finish it off. So it sounds like he was the intended target." Steve concluded. "We just have no idea why." he continued. "Anything to identify him yet?" The SEAL asked, again very shortly.

"So far, my attempts to recover something identifiable have been unsuccessful, due to this." He turned the deceased man's hand over to show them that his fingers and thumbs had been singed to the first knuckle. "Unfortunately, that isn't the worst part." Max continued as he turned the man's head around to show that his face looked very similar to his hands.

"Oh, gross." Kono commented, putting her hand close to her mouth for a minute. Steve didn't really react though. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time he'd seen someone in a situation where parts of their limbs had been burned off.

"Okay, we need an I.D. as soon as possible, Max." he reiterated.

"I am transporting our victim to the lab to complete my autopsy now. I'll let you know what I find, Commander." He stood up from where he had been kneeling over the body and took off his gloves.

"Okay thanks, Max." Steve said before turning his attention to Kono. "I'm heading back to HQ with Danny to see what we can get out of the band manager while we still have him."

"You think he's behind all this?" Kono asked.

Steve crossed his arms. "I don't know yet, but I'm getting vibes off this guy that says he's involved in some way, we just gotta figure out how before it's too late." He looked at his watch, thinking about how much time he had to figure out a plan to keep their prime suspect on the island. "Go find Chin and see if you can get that list of locals hired by the stadium to work here tonight. We need ushers, concession stand clerks, everybody that could've accessed this back area. Look closely at anyone who could have electrical knowledge, too."

"You got it, boss." Kono replied, and then disappeared back around the corner of the hallway that lead from the dressing room hallways to the loading docks.

"Why are you sitting over there?" Steve asked his partner, leaning over the driver's side window into the Camaro a few minutes later.

"Wait," Danny laughed. "You're asking me why I'm not driving my car?" Danny asked through some more snarky laughter.

"Yeah, I figured since you were going to be getting to the car before me, you'd drive." Steve replied, rationally.

"Tell me, did someone actually crash cymbals next to your head, causing you to experience a temporary loss of brain function?" Danny replied, slightly losing his calm demeanour. "When was the last time we were together in my car, and I was the one driving, huh?"

"Danny, only you could somehow put cymbals and driving a car together in one sentence." Steve shook his head slightly as he opened the driver's door and got in.

"Well, it can't be as arbitrary as the idea of me driving my own car, I suppose." Danny replied sarcastically. "Or, as arbitrary as the idea of driving close to the speed limit, at least when you're driving, anyway."

Steve looked at his partner, and without saying a word flipped on the sirens and lights. "Are we really going to do this again, Danny?" Steve asked, clearly annoyed. "I mean, you're trying to make something out of nothing." he shrugged his shoulders. He knew they didn't have time to be distracted by such trivial conversations.

"Yes, Steven." Danny rolled his eyes. "Forgive me, for assuming that driving my own car is out of the question, because as you insist on reminding me, you 'like' to drive!" He couldn't have said that to his friend and partner in a more patronizing tone. "And why did you just flip the lights and sirens? Where are we going?"

"You say I like to drive like it's a bad thing," Steve said, with a completely straight face. "Listen," he continued. "I got a call from Denning back at the stadium. We can't hold Philips, or anyone else for the night."

"Whoa, what the hell does Denning have to do with anything?" Danny asked.

"Popularity, Danny." he replied. "It's all about votes." He gripped the steering wheel even harder than he already was.

"Okay, sure, that goes for any politician, so I ask again, what the hell does Denning have to do with this?" Danny was also getting pretty worked up.

"Somehow, somebody on Philips' crew got wind we had him, and called Denning. If we don't release Philips in time for them to catch their flight off Oahu at midnight, Hawaii will not see a popular music act before Elvis himself comes back." Steve explained.

At first, Danny actually laughed. It took him a few seconds to realize that his partner was actually serious. "Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"We have less than four hours to catch this guy, and we don't have a single lead, is what I'm saying." Steve shook his head as he pulled into their parking lot.

"Something tells me getting this band guy to listen to reason will be easier than the last ten minutes of my life." Danny muttered as he got out of the passenger side.

"What was that?" Steve asked, as they started walking up the path towards the building.

"Nevermind," Danny replied he realized his phone was ringing. "Oh, just what I need right now." He said very sarcastically.

"Rachel?" Steve guessed as they approached the door.

Danny gave him a silent nod as he accepted the call. "Hello, Rachel." He stopped walking, listening to whatever it was his ex-wife wanted. "Uh, you want to say goodnight to Grace?" he gave his partner a whack on the arm to indicate he needed help to think up an excuse, and quickly. "Uh, she had a great time at the concert, by the way." He was trying desperately to stall the conversation. "Yeah, it was great. She laughed at their jokes, she cried to their sappy songs, I cried at the price gauging on the food. A great time was had by all, really." He continued, sending Steve a silent, desperate plea for help. "Yeah, it did let out a little early than most concerts, I guess." He hoped she wouldn't do the math and realize that it had 'let out' barely half an hour into the concert in the first place. He wasn't really fibbing with that line though, he rationalized. "Uh, I guess because it's mostly for kids Grace's age, they don't want it going too late." He looked at his partner again, really hoping he had something.

Like a light bulb suddenly going bright, Steve had an answer. He silently gestured to his partner the universal sign for sleep, and Danny nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, I uh, I just checked on her, and you know, she had such a great time, she was so pooped that she just fell asleep." He kept his face in a scared expression, waiting to hear whether she bought his lie or not. "Yeah," he closed his eyes for a second and let out the breath he'd been holding since delivering his story to her. "Yeah, I'll call you in the morning and she can tell you all about it." He nodded, said bye and disconnected the call.

"Thank you," he said quietly as Steve opened the door.

"No problem, partner." Steve smiled as they walked down the hall. "One question, though."

"What's that?" The detective asked as they went up the stairs.

"What are you going to do when Grace tells her mom that she spent half the night with Kamekona while you chased bad guys away from her favourite band?"

Danny stopped on the stairs. "Well, it was your genius idea to tell her Grace fell asleep, so what do you suggest?"

"What do I suggest?" he repeated. "I don't know Danny, I don't have any experience with ex-wives, so I just threw out the first idea that came to me. I mean, the rest is on you, my friend." Steve clapped his back as he opened the door to their headquarters.

"I stand corrected." Danny shook his head. "Anything, anything at all has to be easier than these last couple conversations with you, Steve. Talking like I'm the crazy, deranged one with the need for control." He wasn't yelling, but there was a definitive frustration in his voice.

"Okay, can we get over the driving thing, please?" Steve asked, even though he knew that Danny's frustrations weren't truly directed at him. "Can we focus on getting what we need out of this guy, Daniel?" The SEAL asked rhetorically, as they walked through.

"Nothing would please me more." Danny replied hastily as the two men walked.

"Cath," Steve said quietly, as he stopped walking to look into his office. He was very surprised to see the petite, dark haired woman he'd grown to really care about over the last few years. She was sitting on his couch, wearing her favourite shirt and jean shorts.

"Wait a minute, I thought she was on a mission somewhere in the Pacific?" Danny inquisited.

"Yeah," Steve replied as he heard his phone ring. "So did I."

Meanwhile, after hearing the music, Lt. Catherine Rollins turned around to see her sailor talking on his phone. She gave a small smile to Danny, who was already looking back at her.

"McGarrett." Steve said into his phone. He nodded a few times, listening to Chin's findings. "What?!" he said, clearly shocked by what he'd just been told. "Can you be sure?" He asked, and then "Yeah, okay." The men said goodbye and hung up. "That was Chin," he explained to Danny. "They found someone on the security cams, hanging around outside the loading docks of the stadium."

"Good, so did they I.D. him?" he asked.

"Yeah." Steve replied in a monotone.

"Well that's excellent news," Danny replied. "So why do you still have that look on your face, the one that says 'what do you mean grenades are out of stock?' Who is this guy?" he asked impatiently.

"Not a guy." Was all Steve said.

"Fine!" Danny said throwing his hands in the air. "Call him a thug, or a low life, or whatever you want, but who the hell is he?!" his patience was running quite thin by this point.

"It was Mary." Steve replied, flatly.