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Spoilers for "Head Case". This is just a one-shot based on a short comment in this episode by Gibbs. Implied Slash.

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The sound of the grade school endearment coming off of Ziva's lips hung in the air. Tony had the strong desire to spray Oust all over the place.

"Honey-buns."

It was almost sacrilegious. And then there was the quick like lightening response from Gibbs. That had made him smile, really smile, not that he could ever show it on the outside…at least not here, not now.

"Only Naomi and I call him that."

And just who the hell did she think she was standing behind him and reading his personal email? Tony wondered to himself for the millionth time since she'd commandeered Kate's desk.

Oh sure Kate would have done something similar but with Kate he wouldn't have cared. Kate knew where to draw the line. Something that Officer David seemed to not quite get yet.

But then Ziva wasn't yet privy to just where those lines were, was she?

His mind flashed back to being stuck in that cold locked down like a submarine container with her at the shipyard and he shivered inside. He was tired of pretending to see her as a female. Tired of pretending that he actually liked it, that it didn't give him the creeps like the head they had found in the trunk of that car in the ice chest earlier.

All her little innuendos and those low slung pants that were so popular these days; did she really think that this was what men found attractive?

But then he had to correct himself. Straight men would find that attractive. Straight men might even consider it an invitation to something more. Straight men wouldn't find the sound of his lover's pet name for him coming off her lips so utterly disgusting. Oh no, they would want her to put on tall white socks with little pom-poms at the top and a short plaid skirt while she said it.

Tony shuddered at the visual that gave him.

And then he looked up and his eyes landed on Gibbs who was in turn looking at him.

It didn't matter that Ziva was looking back and forth between both of them. Didn't matter that what Gibbs had said was actually true.

There was nothing there on the outside that she would ever see. Nothing glaring and obvious like the low cut top she wore today. No clue, no hint at all to what Gibbs' simple so-called jest held within its' confines.

Guess Mossad doesn't train their agents so thoroughly after all.

Tony smiled to himself again and turned back to his computer to respond to Naomi's email. She had been such a great find for them what with their busy schedules. Without Naomi to keep the house in order not only would they not be able to find anything but they would both certainly starve.

Maybe she would decide to make them the chicken cacciatore for dinner like he suggested...that was Gibbs favorite…and maybe he'd have time later to stop by a store and pick up that new Balmore scotch for him that he'd been reading about in Wine Spectator. And maybe, just maybe, no more dead bodies or parts would pop up today to wreck all his fine plans.

Fat chance of that!

Tony stood up, holding his findings on the case. Time to put little miss secret agent in her place again.

No…no hint at all.