"Ha! I knew it!" Tony blurted out.
"Well, it's kinda obvious, Tony," McGee said, who came up to stand next to him.
They both stood there, staring, at Ziva and her mother. They could have been identical twins, despite the age difference. Ziva's mum was slightly shorter, and her long curly hair had signs of grey. She had wrinkles, too, but anyone could tell straight away that they were related.
"It's like looking at Ziva in thirty years time," Tony whispered loudly to McGee.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" Ziva was shocked, and even a little embarrassed.
"My Ziva, think," she answered in a strong Israeli accent. Ziva didn't respond, she knew straight away what it was. She wasn't ready, no way. But she had to, she had to carry on her family's tradition.
"It is time," she went on. "I've been looking for over two years now, and I've finally found the right-"
"Perhaps we should discuss this in private, Mother?" Ziva interrupted, looking pointedly at McGee and Tony, who were still motionless and had not quite gotten over the shock arrival.
"Why?" she, too, looked at the pair of goons just standing there. "They're going to find out anyway. They can come!"
"Find out what?" asked McGee.
"Go where?" Tony asked.
"Well to the wedding of course!" Mrs David turned to her daughter. "Haven't you told them yet?"
Ziva buried her face in her hands.
"We've been planning it for years!" she added. "It's the second most important day of your life, after your Bat Mitzvah of course."
"Ziva?" McGee's mouth was like the Grand Canyon. "Married?"
Tony was trying not to laugh, but it wasn't working. Ziva glared at him, and he shut up.
"Hey, Ziva, who's the lucky guy? Are you looking for someone in particular? 'Cause, I mean, you and I..." Tony was thinking about their mission together as undercover assassins. "Well, I'm just sayin', that, you know," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "We have a history together." He grinned. Ziva picked up an eraser off his desk and threw it at him.
"I met a lovely man a few weeks ago that you can settle down with." There was no stopping Ziva's mother. Unlike Ziva, she was extremely excited at the prospect of a wedding around the corner. "He's smart, he has a good job, and he only lives a few streets away from us. He's perfect!"
"Wait a sec," said Tony. He turned to Ziva. "You're going back to Israel?"
"Yes," said her mother.
"No," Ziva said at the same time.
"Ziva!" she said sharply. "This is not up for discussion. You will marry Ira Hyam in six weeks in Israel," she added pointedly.