Okay, I miss this. I might be a little rusty, guys, so bear with me. It's been so long since I last updated so… yeah, don't hate me. I'll update as much as I can.

When JB woke up on a couch, covered with her daddy's coat, she smiled and snuggled just a little bit more. She could hear the adults throwing data towards each other but she just sighed. She just had the most wonderful dream. She sat up and pushed the stray hair away from her childishly chubby face and grinned. She said, "Good morning!" on top of her lungs that shut everyone in the room.

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine," McGee greeted with a smile.

Kyouya walked to her and pecked her cheeks. "Looks like one of us had a wonderful night." The smile of his child just made his day.

"Uh-huh… I had the best dream, daddy," she whispered before holding her father's face with her small hands and pulled him closer. "It was the best dream. I'll tell you after this investigation and you'll love it too!" she kissed his lips and threw his coat back. "Houston, let's go buy breakfast!"

Kyouya was left kneeling on the floor with a grin on his face. Crazy child.

"Kids could drive you crazy, can't they?" Reborn commented as he puffed a cigar.

"They sure can," Kyouya replied before going back to work.

The Taker watched as Houston and JB went into the nearest deli. The child was obviously chattering away since the man barely had the opportunity to speak but he smiled and laughed about her stories.

The man could feel the itch to just grab the child and squeeze her dry. It'll bring him great satisfaction when he cuts the first soft skin, when he takes the first organ and puts it in ice. He could hear the beat of his heart and the rush of blood in his veins. Oh, the feeling of rush and excitement. He could barely hide it. He could barely conceal the laughter that was bubbling in his throat as he imagined butchering little miss London Jorrielle Brix Sawada-Hibari.

Kyouya looked up just in time to see JB walking into the room with a basket in her arms accompanied with Houston who was also holding two baskets. How could his child look so grown up yet so young? She looked so mature but she was still a child.

"Daddy, breakfast," JB offered and put her basket to the table. Her face was a bit pink due to the coldness outside and the exertion.

Kyouya walked to her and rubbed her cheeks gently with his hand to warm them up a little. "Did you buy milk?"

"Yes, daddy. Houston held the baskets with milk. I only held the one with breads," she reported and let her dad warm her cold cheeks up. She liked it a lot when her dad did that.

"That's good then. We can have breakfast here now and maybe have pizza for lunch?"

JB nodded happily, knowing that pizza is life.