A/N: This is all from Tony's POV.

The gang has a little fun in Orlando.

Disclaimer- I own nothing NCIS related. Also some stuff is just shot off the top of my head so if it's wrong just go with it. But for the most part it should be pretty accurate.

In this moment

The first thing I noticed Friday morning was Gibbs approaching my desk. Next thing I know he's slamming a folder down on top of it. What did I do? I thought as I looked up to him.

"DiNozzo" He calls my name in that no non-sense tone.

"Yes boss?"

"Remember that marine last week with the wealthy mother?"

I narrow my eyes at him wondering what kind of test this could be so early in the morning. "Yes boss, the widow, who also lost her husband in the line of duty?"

"That's the one."

"Okay, what about her boss?"

"She sent these to me last night as a 'thank you for catching my son's murderer and putting him behind bars, while having that ninja chick stomp a boot into his head for good measure' gift." Replies Gibbs. "I am supposed to take the team, but I don't feel like babysitting you three so I asked Abby to go instead."

"Go where boss?" More interested than I probably should be.

"Why don't you open the folder and alert your team members of the change of plans."

I'm starting to wonder if this is some kind of Joke Tim and Ziva are in on with Gibbs. I slowly open the folder waiting for something to jump out at me. Much to my surprise it's 4 round trip plane tickets, room reservations at some hotel that even Ducky would giggle over…..Gaylord Palms. Along with 4 2-day, 2- park passes to Universal Studio's and Islands of Adventure.

"Florida boss?" I can't help the grin that spreads over my face.

"Don't smirk too much DiNozzo, it's only for the weekend and I expect all 4 of you in bright and early on Monday. You are all to work a half day today, go home and pack and get your asses to the airport by 4 o'clock. If any of you miss the flight, I'm blaming you."

"Right boss" The 10 year old boy inside me is bursting with excitement! I can't wait to tell McGoogle and David.

Without another word he turns on his heel and walks over to his desk diagonal from mine in the bullpen.

I quickly stuff the folder into my bag and get started on the mountain of files I have on my desk. Better to get a dent in these to pass the time.

Within the hour McGee and Ziva have been informed of our orders and of course they heard it from Abby before I could even utter a word. She must be bouncing off the walls. I think to myself. I wonder if they have Caf-POW's in Florida?

We all work quickly and quietly.

Maybe this is part of Gibb's plan, to shut us up?

The lunch hour comes and goes and I am working to the wire to finish the files before my departure. Luckily 2 o' clock strikes and Abby is right on time, practically bouncing out of the elevator.

"Come on guy's! Time to go! Time to pack!"

"I'm ready Abbs, let's hit it" I smirk to her.

I see McGee narrow his eyes at me and it makes me smirk even more.

"Hey! Probie, David, you heard the lady, time to go."

I turn back to Abby and offer her my arm "Shall we madam?"

She gives me a huge grin and slips her hand under my elbow "We shall good sir."

I watch as McGee and Ziva start putting their files away and clearing out their desk's as Abby bounds over to Gibb's desk and gives him a peck on the cheek and tells him thank you for giving his place to her before she bounces back over towards me.

"Okay, team." I use my most authoritative voice. "We are all to depart to our respective homes, pack our bags and be ready within the hour. I will be picking you all up by 3:30 and we are to arrive at Reagan by 4 o' clock. Got it?" I begin to lead Abby to the elevator with a quick bye to Gibb's before I get a head slap. Being in the festive fun loving mood I am in I decide to push the "close doors" button on the elevator to watch McGee and Ziva make a run to catch the elevator. This earns an exasperated sigh from McGee and a punch in the arm from Ziva. We all depart separately in the parking garage and we are right on schedule as I honk my horn in front of McGee's apartment. As he's my last stop. He comes jogging out with his duffle bag looking quite unexcited about our trip. This will have to change. I shout "What's the matter McGoo? Sad you're leaving your computers behind?" as he slips his bag in my trunk with the girl's bags.

"No Tony. I just don't appreciate people laying on their horn in front of my building."

"Oh get over it Probie. We're off to have some fun."

With the exception of McGee's little whine, the rest of the trip went swimmingly. I parked my car in overnight parking. We made it through the security check points with no issues and had time to grab some dinner at one of the little café's before our flight. The lovely stewardess was very enthusiastic and extra helpful towards me, earning me some lovely, choice curses and insults from Ziva under her breath. The taxi ride from Orlando International to the hotel was quick and our hotel was pretty awesome. Even for a hotel named Gaylord.

"Feel like your home Tim?" I whisper to McGee.

"Shut up, Tony." is all I get in response.

After check in we make our way up to our rooms, which just so happen to be adjoining rooms. Both sets of rooms have two double beds, a mini fridge and mini bar, flat screen T.V.'s, a little sitting area with a small couch, a small table with two chairs, a decent sized bathroom with plush towels and a long counter with double sinks right outside the bathroom.

I will admit I was quite impressed. If the trip just involved lying in this hotel room and hanging out by the pool. I would have been a happy man.

"So how we doing this? Boy's in one room, girls in the other? or should we switch it up a bit?" I couldn't help but state, as the obvious choice was made for me when Abby and Ziva pushed me through the adjoining door and throwing me and McGee's bags into the room behind me.

McGee didn't even put up a fight.