Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or it's characters
Fatima and Leilani were laughing and singing along to the radio, both slightly tipsy. They were dancing in their seats, not a care in the world. Then the car flew off the road and hit a large rock. Fatima was crying, trying to get free. She didn't have any major injuries, as far as she knew. Then she saw Leilani, barely moving. Blood was coming out of her eyes and nose, and suddenly Fatima was sober. She was panicking, trying to get to her phone. She knew she would be in huge trouble with her parents, not to mention the cops. She was scared. Scared that she would lose the woman that was like a sister to her, scared she would go to jail, everything.
Fatima sat up straight and immediately started sobbing. She reached over and grabbed her pillow, then closed her eyes. She had hoped that snuggling would clear her mind, but it didn't. She decided to get up and go for a drive to see if that helped. She quickly got dressed, then grabbed her keys.
The next thing she knew, she was standing at her partner's doorstep. She took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. She sniffled and prayed that someone would open the door. Then the door opened, and a girl that looked like Rountree stepped out. Fatima paled when her thoughts hit her. What if this girl was Rountree's girlfriend?
"Devin, your girlfriend's here!" she yelled. Fatima gasped as the woman disappeared back into the house.
"No, no, no, no, no. I, um, I'm not his girlfriend," she whispered, horror in her eyes. Then Devin appeared.
"Hey! What's up? Why are you here?" he asked softly.
"I didn't know where else to go," she whispered.
"Hey, hey, hey. Come inside, let's get you settled. Come here, it's okay," he whispered. He gently led her to the couch and sat her down, then wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. Fatima hugged it against her body and began sobbing uncontrollably. "Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart, what the hell happened?" he asked worriedly. Fatima gasped and wrapped her arms around him. "Talk to me," he murmured. Fatima sniffled and buried herself in his arms.
"I, I, I, um, I'm sorry I'm here bothering you so late," she sobbed.
"No, no, honey, come here. You aren't bothering me. It's okay. Please just tell me what's going on," he murmured, running his hand up and down her back.
"I had a really bad dream and I got scared and you're the only one I trust," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Devin softened and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Do you want some hot chocolate? Maybe some soup?" he asked softly. Fatima looked up.
"Maybe a tiny bit of soup?" she asked quietly.
"Okay. Soup it is," he whispered gently. "Do you want to come in here with me, or do you want to hang out in here. You can turn on the TV, if you'd like?" he offered. Fatima looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear. Fatima slowly stood up and followed him into the kitchen. She slowly took a seat at the table. Rountree opened the cupboard and pulled out a small mug. He quickly filled it with water and slipped a teabag into it. Fatima forced a smile. She truthfully hated plain hot tea, but she wasn't about to come across as ungrateful. "You want anything in it?" he asked. Fatima thought about it. Devin softened when he realized. "You don't really like hot tea, do you?" he asked quietly. Fatima cringed and shook her head a tiny bit.
"I'm sorry, I-" she began.
"Hey. No. It's okay, I should have asked. I'll drink it, it's not that big of a deal," he murmured. He gently rubbed her forearm. Fatima started crying softly. "Hey, hey, hey. I promise you, it's not that big of a deal. It's just tea," he murmured. Fatima gasped and started crying even harder.
"I, I, I screwed up," she sobbed. Devin softened.
"Baby girl, you did absolutely nothing wrong. Come here," he purred. Fatima leaned into his arms and let him cradle her. Rountree kissed her forehead. "Do you need anything?" he asked. Fatima shook her head a little, but Rountree knew she was lying. "Let's make you some soup. How about that?" he asked gently. Fatima shook her head. "Hot chocolate?" he asked. Fatima shook her head even harder. "Do you want to go curl up in my room?" he asked softly.
"No!" Fatima yelled, pulling away. Devin jumped back.
"Okay, okay. It's fine, you don't have to. How about we put on a movie and curl up on the couch?" he asked gently. Fatima thought about it and nodded a little. "Yeah?" he asked. Fatima nodded a little.
"Could I, maybe, um, wear one of your hoodies?" she asked shyly. Devin nodded.
"Absolutely," he whispered. Fatima gave him a slightly bigger smile, then they both stood up. Rountree went into his bedroom. He grabbed one of his favorite hoodies, then smiled at it. He would never admit how many times he had pictured Fatima wearing that very one. He took it back into the living room, along with a few pillows and blankets. He quickly set up the pullout couch and passed his hoodie to Fatima. Fatima smiled a little.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" she asked quietly.
"You don't have to ask, okay?" he said gently. Fatima smiled and slipped into the small bathroom. Devin smiled and crawled under the blankets. He left the lamp on, then reached over and gently fluffed Fatima's pillow.
Fatima came back and crawled in next to him. "This feels a lot better than sleeping in your bed would," she said absentmindedly.
"How so?" Devin asked gently.
"I don't know. I guess the bed feels more sexual, you know?" she asked quietly. Devin opened and closed his mouth in a silent "ah".
"As long as you feel safe and happy. Would you maybe want to talk about that nightmare of yours?" he asked gently.
"No!" Fatima screamed. Devin gasped and wrapped his arms around her.
"Okay, okay, okay. You don't have to," he whispered. "What movie do you want to watch?" he asked softly.
"Doesn't matter. I don't really want to watch anything, just lay here with you," she whispered back.
"Okay. Maybe Sunset Canyon?" he asked teasingly.
"No!" Fatima screamed, burying her face in his chest.
"Woah, hey. Come here, I'm not gonna put anything on unless you say so," he murmured. Fatima sniffled and buried herself in his arms. Rountree kissed her head and put on the show they had been watching. Fatima sniffled and hugged him. She slowly started falling asleep when she thought of something.
"Devin?" she asked quietly.
"What's up, princess?" he asked softly.
"Who's the girl?" she asked softly. She was dreading the answer.
"Rosemary. My sister," he replied calmly. Fatima immediately relaxed and hugged him tighter.