A/N: I got 70 more minutes in my workday and it seems like I wont be very busy… so here comes another prompt fill :D (it is also suddenly very obvious to me that I have no Pepsi with me at work… *jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn* )

'The Hammer's my Penis.'

The phrase was so unlike him. She would have expected Tony to say something like this, and even McGee had his moments, but Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn't quite the type to say things like this. He was older, wiser, and way more mature than most men she had met. Except, of course, when they were together.

Her Jethro had turned into a much more flirtatious guy when they had started dating, at least when they were alone. She wouldn't have thought that he could be the sweet, adorable guy that he appeared to be more and more frequently now – not that she minded.

There were days when he would bring home flowers; mornings when he would get up even earlier than he was used to, just to go running with her; nights when he would pull the blanket closer around her, somehow assuming that she would be cold soon – and he was never wrong.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was the most perfect man she had ever been with. He was tough when he needed to be and sweet when he wanted to be. She never knew she needed a man like that, until she met him – not even until she really got to know him.

This particular phrase, however, was something she hadn't heard from him in the last few months since they'd been dating.

'Let's redo the house!', had been her suggestion upon moving in with him. She wanted to turn it from his place into their place and some changes had to be done.

He had agreed, of course. What man in his right mind would disagree with Ziva?!

They took out a wall. They put in a wall somewhere else. They repainted the whole house. They left the basement exactly the way it was. They bought a new bed – king sized. They made the stairs a little safer – just in case they wanted babies. They put a new bench on the porch. They got some new stuff.

'Hand me that saw, will ya?!', Jethro looked at his beautiful girlfriend.

She handed him the saw and turned back to packing away some other tools, smiling at how comfortable they were getting.

'Ziver?', he smiled at her, 'Screwdriver?'

He wasn't a man of many words and she didn't mind.

When she was done packing away the some tools, she walked over to him, hugging him close. Her hug interrupted him in his own packing-away-duties, but he put his arms around her and kissed her forehead. The situation was perfect, but it needed something funny and sexy to actually get them to the new bed while they were still awake enough to properly use it.

'Now hold that hammer…', Jethro said, but was met with confusion.

'I packed away all the hammers, I do not understand which…', she started, stopping when she saw his smirk.

'The hammer's my penis.', he grinned.

Ziva smiled. He sure did want to to try out that new bed. Of course, for quoting something McGee had made them watch – what was it called? Mr. Horrible's something-blog?! – he deserved a reward.

'And it has not been used in a few hours, has it?! We must change that.', she answered, honouring his childish grin with a little pad on his butt before taking his hand and leading him to their bedroom.

The End.

A/N: My friends and I have obviously seen Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog too often, or maybe not enough… anyway… I hope you liked it.

Since this refers to Dr. Horrible I'd say I can offer every reviewer some imaginary Frozen Yogurt. Don't hurt yourselves with the imaginary sporks… :D