"More bad dreams, Director David?" Asked Mossad Officer Malachi Ben-Gidon.

"The same bad dream," replied Mossad Director Eli David, rubbing his temples and chugging a cup of coffee. "Ziva killed me again."

"Sigmund Freud said every dream is a wish, Director."

"So my wish is to have my daughter kill me, Malachi?"

"It's your dream, not mine. But look on the bright side."

Eli's eyes narrowed to slits. "There is a bright side?"

"Yes. You only dreamt that Ziva killed you. You could dream that she marries Anthony DiNozzo. But that would be more of a nightmare."

"If you mention the name Anthony DiNozzo in my sight one more time..."

"Yes. Yes. I know. You will erase any mention of my name from history."

"Precisely. Now, go wherever you're supposed to be, Officer Ben-Gidon."

"I will be outside if you need anything, Director." Malachi stepped right outside Eli's office.

Eli let his head slump onto his desk, using his coat as a pillow. His sleep produced a nightmare...

Eli was standing at Ziva's wedding. He couldn't see the groom's face, and every time that he would try to catch a glimpse of the groom, he would find himself standing behind the groom.

He was about to give up trying until he heard the minister.

"Do you, Anthony DiNozzo, take Ziva David, for richer, for poorer; for better, for worse; in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?"

"I do."

"And do you, Ziva David, take Anthony DiNozzo, for richer, for poorer; for better, for worse; in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, as long as you both shall live, till death do you part?"

"I do."

Eli was in shock. His last living child was marrying Anthony DiNozzo.

"NO!" Eli screamed. "Ziva, do not marry DiNozzo! You are too good for him!"

They could not hear him. He pulled his gun and shot Tony, but even that did nothing. The bullet seemed to evaporate when it was fired.

He continued yelling at Ziva not to marry Tony, and he didn't stop until he felt water falling on his head.

"What the hell are you doing, Malachi?!" Eli bellowed.

"You were screaming in your sleep, Director," Malachi replied.

"What was I yelling about?"

"You were yelling about Ziva, saying 'don't marry DiNozzo. You are too good for him.' We all heard it."

Washington, D.C.

Ziva was admiring the engagement ring that Tony had just slipped on her finger.

"It is beautiful, Tony," she said. "I have to tell my father."

"Do you really have to?" Tony groaned. "Eli hates my guts."

"I am getting married. I think that my father would want to know."

"Okay. But if he kills me, my ghost is going to haunt you, not him."

Ziva kissed Tony and pulled out her phone to call Eli.

Tel Aviv. Eli's cell phone was ringing. Very few people had that number. He saw Ziva's name on the Caller I.D. and answered almost immediately.

"Shalom, Ziva," he said.

"Hello, Father," Ziva replied. "I have something to tell you."

"What?"

"I am getting married."

"To whom?" Eli's blood pressure was rising. Somehow, he already knew the answer.

"I am marrying Anthony DiNozzo."

Click. Eli's phone dropped to the floor. He couldn't believe his ears. Ziva was marrying that arrogant bastard Anthony DiNozzo.

Eli cursed Sigmund Freud for saying that every dream is a wish. His worst nightmare had come true.