The line of Hank's shoulders stiffens, and his scowl evolves into a grimace, bared teeth at the screen. Of course Fowler had it all arranged without his say-so. Jeffrey knows that he'd shut it all down in a heartbeat. They'd butted heads before about the moves that the Captain makes for the precinct, but this is just out of bounds.

"You're gonna back the fuck up before I decide this is gonna get ugly," he growls, the clench of his fists against the surface of his desk promising violence if he's not given his space.