Ok, so aside from the fact that Tony and Ziva having a child is still so completely surreal and bizarre I think the thing that is more unreal and weird is that the child who is playing the child of Tony and Ziva ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE THE CHILD OF TONY AND ZIVA
But somehow I'm still alive inside You took my breath, but I survived I don't know how, but I don't even care
You were blindfolded and tied apart from the tape that
plastered your mouth together, preventing you to talk. You grew tired of
squirming and insulting Jumin since all that ever came out of your mouth
sounded like desperate cries. You didn’t know where you were and what time of
the day was it. It was the longest car ride you’ve ever been in. You’ve always
imagined yourself riding a limousine before but not like this, not like a
kidnap victim who’s being transported to some place you didn’t know.
A few moments of silence later and the car stopped. You
debated of whether you’d squirm again or make them believe you’re asleep or
something – not like they’d know. You’re blindfolded. The only thing they can
only notice is the rise and fall of your chest. Then, just as expected, you can
feel yourself being carried by someone. You
pretended to be asleep.
Your entire body was limp from all of the squirming you did earlier in which
resulted to nothing more but making you a lot tired than you already were. It
was actually no problem on your part to pretend you were sleeping just so you
You can hear a faint noise of cars from somewhere and you
were certain they still didn’t leave the city at this moment. At least they
didn’t take you to the mountains.
But right after that, even your hearing was reduced to
almost none when you felt a cloth was draped over your body. Panic rose your
system but you tried to be more level headed and decided to wait it out. You heard
an elevator ding and the sound of its doors opening and immediately, you can
feel that the men carrying you were now inside.
It was for a while when the elevator stopped and you can
only assume that the floor where the elevator was must have been the top most
of whatever building they brought you in. You can feel a little shuffling of
feet from here to there – and then a door clicked open. Few more steps and you
felt yourself thrown against the soft sheets of what seemed to be a duvet of a
California King-sized Bed. You tried to hold back the voice you almost let out
when you were suddenly thrown or they could find out you’re awake and do
something to you.
You heard several footsteps and the door of the room
suddenly opened and clicked. You felt lightly calloused palms graze the side of
the skin of your face and the blindfold they have put over your eyelids were
now being removed. Of course, you didn’t open your eyes yet. The next thing
that was removed was the tape over your mouth. You felt his hands then go lower
your body to where your hands were bound and then the rope was untied. The only
thing left were now the rope on your ankles.
You opened your eyes and it didn’t take you any adjustments
as you have observed that the room was dark and only a small blue light from an
aquarium over the corner illuminated the place. Though it still wasn’t enough
for you to clearly see what room you were in but you already had your own
“You’re awake,” his jerk-of-a-voice filled your ears and
your eyes then drifted to the man crouched before you, the heat of his hands
resting to your legs. You squinted to see him better and it didn’t take you
longer than a minute to realize that you’re probably inside the bedroom of none
other than Jumin Han.
“Get your hands off of me.” You hissed and he raised his
hands up in the air like a mocking surrender. His metallic grey irises
shimmering a glint of amusement as his mouth curved to a familiar smirk.
Because of what Tengan told him, Munakata believes everyone in the building is a member of despair. Suddenly he can’t trust anyone, not even his closest friends. The paranoia, combined with losing Yukizome, his injuries, and his determination to wipe out despair has taken its toll on him. The pictures of Yukizome were just the final confirmation he needed, because if Yukizome of all people could be a member of despair, then anyone could. He killed Juzo believing he had also been tainted by despair, and also to cut off his ties to the past so that he could steel himself in his battle against despair. Plus the mental stress of everything above means he’s probably not thinking 100% clearly. So he stabbed his best friend. But Juzo doesn’t know why, even if Munakata thinks he does. Juzo probably thinks it’s because he made the false report about Junko, or because he didn’t protect Yukizome, or because he failed in some other way. Even worse, Juzo might think Munakata found out about his feelings and killed him out of disgust. It’s a thought that probably crossed Juzo’s mind while he lay there dying