Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters
Fatima and Rountree were sitting in the food truck, waiting for their suspect to show. Rountree felt like Fatima was even hotter than usual, and all he wanted to do was make out with her. He tried to look away and focus on the computer, but he couldn't. So he did the next best thing.
"Hey, um, would you, maybe, want to go get dinner tonight? Like, as a...Nevermind. Just dinner?" he asked. Fatima turned and raised an eyebrow. Rountree gulped, suddenly scared of what her response might be.
"As a date? Is that what you were going to ask?" Fatima asked sweetly.
"N-no," he lied. Fatima grinned and winked at him.
"Okay. If you say so. And yes, I'd love to go to dinner," she said in a very flirty tone. Devin beamed and smiled.
"Okay, maybe I was kind of asking you on a date. Is that still a yes?" he replied sweetly.
"Of course it is. Why would I say no?" she replied, sitting back. Devin wondered if she knew what she was doing to him.
"Because you're hot and perfect and way too good for someone like me," he blurted out. Fatima frowned and raised an eyebrow.
"What makes you think that?" she asked, moving closer to him. Devin shrugged.
"Because you're you. You're hot and sweet and smart and you're just perfect!" he said quietly. Fatima rolled her chair closer to him, then got up. She walked over and stood over him so that she was straddling his legs. Devin was wide-eyed and breathing hard as she sat down on his lap and pressed a firm, controlling kiss to his lips. Devin put his hands on her lower back and pulled her to him. Their bodies pressed together as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Then Fatima pulled back. "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to, come back, I'm sorry," he pleaded.
"Shh. It's fine. I just don't want to get caught. Hey. We can do this again after out date, okay?" she whispered, sitting back down in her own chair. Devin moved his chair closer to hers and started gently caressing her thigh. "Quit it. I said we can do whatever you want after the date, and I meant it. But not during work. I mean that too," she said firmly.
"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I really don't want to ruin this," he said quietly. Fatima nodded.
"Good," she replied.
Hours later, Devin had dropped Fatima off at home to get ready, with a promise that he would be back to pick her up in two hours. Fatima had gone straight to the bathroom and took a quick shower. When she was done, she brushed and styled her hair into a cute bun, with the hope that she would still be having sex that night. She then pulled out a lace panty/bra set. She smiled, knowing she would make Devin speechless when she removed her clothes. She stared at her closet for a long time, trying to figure out what she'd wear. She began to panic when she realized she only had thirty minutes left. She started tossing clothes to the floor, desperate for something decent. She knew they were going to an upscale burger bar, but she was terrified that she would be underdressed or overdressed. She finally decided on a loose black blouse and jeans, along with her favorite black heels and a black hijab. She quickly sat down and started doing her makeup. She decided on dark eyeshadow and a light lipstick.
"Honey! Devin is here!" Her mom yelled from the other room.
"Shit," Fatima muttered. "I'm almost done!" she yelled. She tried to close her eyeshadow palette, but it fell directly onto her lap. "Damn it!" she snapped, knowing damn well it would stain. Then she heard a soft knock on her door.
"Do you need some help in there?" Devin asked gently. Hearing his voice made her start crying on the spot. Devin panicked and gently opened the door. "Hey. What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked. Fatima turned away.
"Give me a minute. I'm sorry, I swear I'm not usually like this, I spilled eyeshadow on myself, and-" she was truly crying now, but she was cut off by Devin wrapping his arms around her.
"Hey. It's okay. You're not late, I'm early. Hey, hey, hey, sweetie, come here," he murmured. Fatima hugged him back. "Hey. Let's get you into some clean pants, and I'll clean this up. Okay? And hey. It doesn't matter what you wear, or how your makeup looks. You are beautiful. And I mean that," he said gently. Fatima smiled as Devin gently wiped a tear. He gently kissed her lips and smiled.
"Um, I'm going to change real quick," she said quietly. Devin nodded as she pulled out a clean pair of jeans. They worked together to get everything ready, then walked out of her bedroom hand in hand.
"I also brought these for you," Devin said, picking up a bouquet of roses he'd left on the counter. Fatima blushed and smiled.
"Well thank you," she said sweetly. She found a vase in the cabinets and filled it with water, then added a bit of fertilizer powder to the water, then put the roses in. She took it to her room and set it on her dresser, then slipped out. They walked out the door arm in arm, then Devin opened the door to the Range Rover for her. Fatima climbed in and smiled. "Stealing the work car, huh?" she asked teasingly when he got in. Devin rolled his eyes.
"It's your turn to pick the music," he pointed out. Fatima shrugged and plugged her phone in. She tapped a few buttons, then her music streamed through the speakers.
Once they pulled into a parking spot at the burger bar, Rountree got out of the car and opened Fatima's door for her.
"How come you're opening the door for me now, but not at work?" she asked.
"Well, because at work you're a bad bitch that opens her own door. Right now, you're my date, and I'm going to be a gentleman. If you want me to get your door at work, I will, but I think the team would figure it out," he said, taking her hand in his as they walked to the door. Fatima smiled.
"Good point. Okay, just when we're on a date," Fatima agreed.
The rest of the date went well, laughter and conversation flowing easily between the pair. They occasionally stole kisses and bites of each other's food.
"You know, this is the best first date I've ever had," Fatima said truthfully. Hanging out with Devin was a thousand times better than a date with a guy she didn't know, much less trust. She knew that if they were moving too fast, she could speak up, or if she was nervous, she could say so, and he would respect it. She knew that she wouldn't have to run off to the bathroom and make an emergency call, all she had to do was speak up. And she loved that fact.