Chapter 1: Vacation, all I ever wanted…
"Beep Beep Beep Beep!" David Rossi's alarm clock blared annoyingly as Rossi rolled out of bed, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. Reluctantly, he got up and walked into his bathroom, and splashed his face with water.
"Uggh. Nothing like a 5am wake-up call to put you in a good mood." He grumbled as he dried his face, sarcasm trickling through his irritation and sleepiness like sap out of a maple tree.
Laughing (and in a slightly better mood), he walked out of his bathroom, turned off his alarm clock, and walked down his hallway , toward the kitchen in search of a chocolate chip muffin or two, his dog, Roscoe, at his heels.
"Hey, boy!" Rossi greeted him, turning around. "Today's the big day!"
Turning on the kitchen lights, he decided to have not 2 chocolate chip muffins, but 3. This was because, for him, today was a very important day. He had set up a meeting with Strauss, to ask for his team to be able to take a week off, so that he and JJ -er, JJ and THE REST OF THE TEAM, could go on a vacay to Orlando for a week, and go to Universal Studios. He knew that he'd get exactly what he wanted, so much so that he'd already bought all of the tickets & reserved the rooms at the luxurious Mike Ditka Lighthouse Key Resort & Spa, but he was still a little on edge. So he nervously ate his muffin feast fit for a king , got dressed & ready, and hopped in his car without another word.
David Rossi stepped out of the elevator at about 7:00 AM. Smoothing his beard, he walked right past the door to the bullpen to Strauss' office.
"We need to talk, Erin." He said, stepping into her office and closing the door. "Now."
"OK, Dave. What is it that you're going to demand from me this time?" Strauss spat.
"My team and I need a week's vacation and permission to use the jet, starting today at 5pm." he bit, his words slicing throughout the air like a sharp, long bladed knife that Jack The Ripper would have used when perpetrating a murder.
"That's a little un-" Strauss started to counter, before Dave cut her off.
"Or I'll tell the director about your-" He mouthed the words "drinking problem" , and pointed to the file cabinet where she kept her empty bottles.
"That's low, even for you, Dave. And that says a LOT." she spat at him, her words shooting through the are like an expertly fired arrow.
"Ok, wheels up at 5. See you next week." He teased with a smirk, walking out the door to tell the team. Strolling with an extra bit of pep in his step, he entered the bullpen and went to tell Hotch. Hotch already knew of his plans; Rossi had to tell him so he could get something worked out with Jack. He had even come up wit the idea to make fake case files and put the tickets in,but had to tell JJ of Rossi's plans. Now, only Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and Garcia were out of the loop. Well, unless she hacked into Rossi's home computer. But she wouldn't do thaaaaat, would she?
"Guys, we got a case." JJ announced as stoically as one of the Buckingham Palace yards (well, if they talked) as she passed Morgan, Prentiss, Reid, and Garcia.