Author's note: I do not own NCIS: LA or its characters
Fatima and Rountree had ordered takeout for dinner. They almost never ordered from the same restaurant, though. Fatima obviously always ordered her food with a special request, asking that the food be prepared separately due to her severe avocado allergy. There was a knock on the door, so Rountree got up and opened it. He got their food, and took it to the table. Fatima joined him and opened her box.
"Shit!" She yelled. She pushed the box away.
"Woah, hey, you okay?" Rountree asked.
"Avocado," she whispered. She felt like her face was already getting hot.
"Okay, come here. Let's wash your hands real good, okay?" he said gently.
"Am I hot?" she asked him. Rountree raised an eyebrow. He knew it was a bad time to make a joke, so he put his hand to her forehead.
"Not too bad. Wash. Hands," he said, pointing at the sink. He washed her hands in his. "Let me see," he said. She showed him her hands. A small rash was already forming. "Damn it," he hissed. He grabbed his phone.
"What you doing?" she asked. She suddenly couldn't breathe. "Can't.. breathe.." she whispered as she hit the ground.. Rountree quickly dialed 911 and began performing CPR on her. He was crying as he explained what was happening. He couldn't believe he had forgotten to check her food.