Author's note:I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters
Fatima and Rountree were out at their favorite bar, laughing and dancing. But Fatima knew they would have way too much to drink, so she tugged his arm.
"Please don't drive," she whimpered. Rountree realized what was going on in her head and gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Hey, it's fine. We can order an Uber, since I live closer they can drop us off at my place," he said softly.
"Then can I stay over? I don't wanna be alone with anyone I don't know, especially since I do intend to drink more," she said.
"Of course you're staying at my place. No way am I letting you be alone in an Uber, drunk, in the middle of the night," he said, gently grabbing her shoulder. After many more drinks between the two of them, Rountree ordered the Uber and led a very drunk Fatima out of the building. Almost immediately, she started tugging at his shirt. He smiled and gently pushed her hands away. Once they were in the car, Fatima climbed into his lap and kissed him. Rountree couldn't resist and kissed her back, but promised himself that they wouldn't do anything inappropriate. Fatima appeared to be enjoying the kiss as she slid her tongue in his mouth. She swirled it around and moaned softly. Rountree had been able to get her buckled in, fortunately. She opened her mouth on his, silently begging him to do the same. Once they got to his house, she dragged him inside and pulled her shirt off. Rountree panicked, silently questioning himself. Should he do what she wanted now but would regret later? Or risk her thinking he didn't want her? He decided on the second option.
"Fatima. Look at me. I can't do this to you, okay? You're drunk. If you still want to when you're sober, absolutely. Okay?" He was trying to be as gentle as possible so he didn't hurt her feelings. He tucked her into the guest bed and kissed her goodnight. Around 4am, he woke up to something moving next to him. He turned the lamp on and saw Fatima crawling into bed next to him.
"Hey. Go back to your room, okay?" he mumbled.
"No. I don't wanna. I had a bad dream," she whimpered. Rountree turned over.
"You fully dressed?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said softly. Rountree smiled.
"Okay, fine. Hands to yourself, missy," he said, moving over to make room. She crawled closer and put her head on his chest.