Summary: Ziva and Jenny give the most important men in their lives a few favors to do. And Ziva learns the term of Honey-Do List. TIVA, also JIBBS. :) Please : Read and Review?

Disclaimer: Huh. Isn't it something - how some things NEVER change?

"I cannot leave that shower like that until next month, Ray!...Okay. Never mind. Never mind! I'll find somebody else to do it! Good bye." She sighed angrily, hanging up her desk phone.

"Whoa! What's the matter with our little ray of sunshine today?" Tony asked, strolling into the bullpen with his usual care-free and casual, laidback movements. She curled her features, sneering and wrinkling her nose at the mention of the word 'ray'.

"Ugh. Do not even say that name!"

"What name?"

"'Ray'!"

"Why? What happened?"

"I asked Ray to fix my shower, and a few other things around the house, but he said he cannot do it until next month."

"Well, we got the weekend off. I'll stop by and fix it." He volunteered.

"That is alright, Tony. But it is not just the shower that needs to be fixed. The garbage disposal is not working right, the kitchen sink is dripping, the door shuts hard, the lights flicker."

"Hey, I've got nothing better to do. Just right it down, and I'll come over Saturday."

"Okay, Tony. Thank you. It means a lot that you would waste your weekend on my home." She said with that sweet smile. He grinned. He felt important, and was glad that she appreciated it.

"Think nothin' of it, Sweetcheeks." He said, winking, and went to sit at his desk. Ziva sat down, too, smiling over at her best friend, into his ocean doorways. He watched her chocolate eyes sparkle like they did when he was making her laugh, or smile that beautiful smile. She set to work on the list, writing down all of the things that needed to be fixed that Ray couldn't pull himself away from work to fix for her.

Jenny glared at the numbers she had scribbled out on a notepad. The prices were unbelievable! At that hourly rate, plus labor and such things they added to the final bill, and how many things that needed to be done, she'd spend that much on a payment for a new car! Broken bath tub pipe, drippy sink, rickety banister, cracked patio, faulty shower, and God knows what else. The scowl she had been wearing on her face, hardening her soft features, making her look older, matured. Frightening, even. When he barreled into her office, she was still glowering at the figures. He stopped, studying her face. His brows knitted together, wondering what she was so pissed off about. He had to double-check his memory to make sure he hadn't done anything to make her this angry. Nope, it wasn't him. No fights, no pissing off the FBI. None of it. He moved his head to the side as he stepped closer to her desk.

"Jen?" Her head snapped up. "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn handymen! The rates are rediculous!" His eyebrows lightened up, raising, the corners of his mouth quirking up, silently laughing to himself. He was utterly amused. "What?"

"Just thinkin'." He said, shrugging.

"What about?" She asked, standing up and walking over to the shelf of bourbon, pouring the alcohol into the crystal tumblers, one for her, one for him. She approached him, handing Jethro their favorite drink.

"When I was your handyman," he replied, sitting down on the leather sofa, adjusting his coat. She smiled.

"I remember that. When you'd come over and fix things I had messed with, just for an excuse to get you to come over. I kinda feel bad. I sort of used you." She said, looking at him with her enchanting green eyes. He smirked, blues slightly darkening.

"Yeah, but you paid good. That was the best payroll I was ever on, that's for damn sure!" He said, looking at her. She blushed. They both remembered hot, sweaty skin, flesh to flesh, mouth to mouth. The trembling that his touch caused. His hands roaming her bare, porcelin skin.

"Mind out of the bedroom, Jethro." She scolded lightheartedly. His eyes turned suddenly sad.

"I can still fix up the place." He said with a one-shoulder shrug. She turned to him.

"I'm not paying you like I used to." He grinned.

"Don't expect you to." He spoke casually, as if not believing.

"I'm not going to!" She defended.

"I know. Stop by Saturday." He said, standing up and leaving the office. She smiled to herself.

Tony looked down at the list. He knew it'd be an all day job, spending the hours on end fixing things, at her house. He, at least, got to spend time with her. Tim walked to the filing cabinet, and glanced at the list he was holding. Ziva was across the bullpen, in her seat, and Gibbs was still up in the Director's office. Tim did a double take, looking closely at the handwritten - handwriting he recognized as a woman he thought of as a sister - list, of things that didn't relate to work. He stepped closer.

"What's that?" Tim asked. Tony had one hand supporting his face, on his cheek, with his elbow on the desk, and looked up at the younger agent.

"Ziva made me a Honey-Do List."

"I did not! It is simply a list of things I need you to do for me!" Ziva defended, not liking the sound of a Honey-Do List. Tim and Tony looked over at her, Tony still wearing the lazy, content expression, eyebrows slightly raised.

"That's what a Honey-Do List is, Ziva." Tim explained. "It's when a wife or girlfriend writes her husband or boyfriend a list of what he has to do. It's a common thing."

"I am not either to Tony, McGee. So it is not a Honey-Do List." She stated, slightly frazzled.

"It's okay, Zee-vah. We'll call it a..a..Hairy-Butt-Do List." He said with a smile, chuckling at his own use of her pet name for him. Tim's head fell to the side slightly, eyebrow quirked up confused. They were both amused, but he failed to see the humor in the title.

"I don't wanna know," he said in a weak groan, sitting back in his chair and placing his attention on the screen again. They were still chuckling slightly, looking at each other every now and then.

"I don't either." Gibbs said, striding in with a confused glare on his face. Tony grinned and chuckled nervously. Ziva smirked, looking at her computer screen. Tim rolled his eyes, and Gibbs shook his head.

So, what'd you think? Please read and review. If I get enough good reviews, I'll post a second chapter (When they work on the houses, and Tony and Gibbs 'Payments' ;})