Disclaimer - I do not own NCIS.

A/N - I've been plagued with laptop problems, but plans are in hand to resolve the issue!

WARNING - There is none of my usual warnings for this story....just yet! This is a Work in Progress fic, so the warning might just change, it all depends where my Muse takes this one. If you are not comfortable with reading potentially about adult punishments, in what ever form, then don't start to read this story. Simple as that. You've been warned.

Oh...so far this is panning out to be the longest story I've written! And it aint finished yet....woo hoo!

Happy Holidays to one and all!

"No! No! No! No! No!"

Jethro Gibbs stood rigidly to attention, his face clearly showing his disapproval.

"Jethro, this is..."

"No way Jen! It's bad enough trying to keep them under control when they're in here and out in the field, but taking them to this...thing...is asking for trouble!"

Jen lowered her head and gave him her usual 'I don't care' smile, trying to soften her team leader's resolve.

"No Director, that won't work!" he protested.

"Jethro..."

"DiNozzo, will try to hit on every woman he sees!"

"Mmmm..."

"You know that there's every possibility that Ziva'll start an inter-agency fight!"

"Jethro..."

"Hell, McGee'll probably wet himself on any new gizmo he gets his hands on, and Abby'll just freak out because she's out of her lab!"

Folding her arms, she looked at him more seriously and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you finished?"

He huffed in response and folded his arms, defiantly mirroring her stance.

"This is an excellent opportunity for both you and the team and I think you guys need a break..."

"We don't..."

"...I think you guys need a break from your routine, and to see what everyone else is getting up to, refresh your knowledge, do some team bonding!"

He narrowed his eyes, and concentrated intently, his stare fixed on her. She stood her ground through the silence.

"Two days Jen, come on, we don't need this, we need to be in the field!"

She smiled gently, "Cynthia has already booked your places and is dealing with your travel and hotel reservations right now. You really do not have a choice, Jethro."

"You know, I think I liked you better when you were a Probie, Jen," he growled in protest.

She rose from her desk, brushed past him, held the door open for him and called to Cynthia.

"Cynthia, Special Agent Gibbs and his team will be attending the International Investigators Forum Conference in London can you provide him with all the details please?"

Cynthia nodded and grinned at Gibbs, "I've sent all the details to your mailbox Special Agent Gibbs, including travel reservations, details of your hotel and your conference registrations."

Jen tried desperately to stifle her laugh, "Have fun, Special Agent Gibbs...and just remember to keep an eye on the kids, mommy doesn't like it when she has to clean up their mess with SECNAV."

With a scowl, Gibbs stormed away and headed towards the stairwell. He began bounding down the stairs but slowed his pace as he witnessed the scene in the bullpen. Ziva was attempting to prise the plasma screen remote from Tony's hand as he lay pinned down on the floor, meanwhile Tim and Abby were rewiring the inside of Tim's new cell phone. He sighed heavily as he neared the bottom stair and closed his eyes momentarily.

"Two days in London, hell, what could possibly happen in forty eight hours?"

To be continued...