Jim has General Counsel tied up. What’s left?”“Well, how about COO? You keep me operating on an even keel, that’s for sure.”Jeryl went from ...erious to playful in a heartbeat. She gave a little squeal and jumped up to give me a hug. “COO, that’s the title I want. What do I need to do to get it?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.“Well, unfortunately, you’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen so you can legally accept the employment contract that I’m sure Jim will want you to sign.”She gave. Like I said, it's working out pretty well."Liz led them to her father's den, which was just off of the front hallway. She closed the door behind them and pulled an armless chair out from her father's desk. "Have a seat, she said. Do you like scotch whisky?" Actually, I do," Tim replied, "but I don't get a chance to have it very often. After all, I'm only eighteen," he laughed.Liz walked over to her father's bar, got some glasses and started pouring. "This is one called 'The Macallan.' It's one. .. investigate. It is what you and Franks, even Tim, have been plowing me over the head with since the day I arrived at NCIS. To investigate the facts before I come to any conclusions. With you and Franks inarguably covering Abby's end, I thought to find out the man we had in custody until such time as I could talk to Abby myself." And if he'd been a dirtbag, what then?" Tony folded his arms over his chest, very annoyed about this new development."But I'm not. I'm an agent with more seniority. Thats queer... she should be here. Where the devil is she?" He walked from room to room thru out the small cottage. But she was nowhere to be seen.He went out to the back garden, maybe she was there enjoying the nice weather on this late afternoon. He called out for her but there was no answer. "That's odd." he said. Then it popped into his head. "That blasted bike!"He walked quickly to the shed now. And rage filled his face when he saw the broken lock on the handle doors. He swung open wide.