Author's note: I do not on NCIS:LA or its characters.

This is a follow-up story to "We're Going to Find Him", and it's based on how Fatima and Rountree handle what happened.

Fatima unlocked the door to her apartment and looked around nervously.

"You okay?" Devin asked quietly.

"Yeah. I'm just a little freaked out, you know?" she asked quietly.

"I get it. Do you want another hug?" he replied, following her inside and closing the door. Fatima shook her head, locked the door, then set her bag down. They kicked their shoes off, then wandered to the kitchen. Fatima opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.

"Do you want this, or something else?" she asked, showing him the bottle.

"Just a beer for me, sweetie. I don't want to be getting drunk tonight," he said softly. Fatima nodded and opened the fridge. She pulled a bottle out and passed it to him, then grabbed a wine glass for herself.

"Why not? Don't you just want to forget everything that happened?" she asked. Devin noticed that her hand was shaking really badly, so he gently took it in his.

"Hey. Come here. Look. I don't want to drink a lot if you are. Okay? I want to be sober and take care of you. Come here, sweetheart, you're literally shaking. Hey. I got you. It's over. You're safe, Kensi's safe. He's not going to hurt anyone ever again," he murmured. Fatima slowly walked towards him and hugged him gently. He could feel her trembling in his arms as he walked her to the couch. "Oh, honey," he murmured, stroking her back. Fatima looked up at him.

"Can I, um, can I go change into my pajamas?" she asked. Devin gently squeezed her hand.

"Of course you can. I'll pour you a glass, if you want?" he replied, not completely ready to let go of her hand. Fatima nodded and got up, then pressed a kiss to his lips. Devin beamed at the affection, then went into the kitchen.

As Fatima pulled her shirt off, she suddenly started freaking out. She wanted to be back in her boyfriend's arms, now. She reached for what she knew was his hoodie, hoping it would provide temporary comfort. She slowly pulled it on, but it wasn't helping. The room was spinning, and the total silence was seemingly screaming at her. She tried to ignore it as she ditched her jeans on the floor, but then she couldn't anymore. She grabbed the desk, panicking internally. She needed her boyfriend more than anything, and she was in her underwear. She tried to walk over to the dresser and grab some sweatpants, but she couldn't even see straight. She felt like she was on an out-of-control tilt-a-whirl, like the entire room was spinning around her. Tears fell as she tried to collect herself.

"Devin!" she screamed, knowing she had no other choice but to yell for help. Devin came running immediately. He opened the door and ran straight to her, pulling her into his arms.

"Shh. Shh. I've got you. It's okay, I think you're having a panic attack. No, no, be still. Be still. I've got you," he murmured, trying to calm her down. "Baby. Hey. What do you want? Do you want a blanket? Yeah? Okay, baby," he was pleading with her, begging her to be strong and come out of it. He pulled a blanket from her bed and gently covered her bottom half. "Hey, you're covered up. It's okay. I wasn't looking anyway, baby. Hey. Try to breathe," he whispered. Fatima was breathing hard, whimpering as she struggled to calm down. Devin was caressing her arm, trying hard to comfort her.

"Um, I, I, I," Fatima whimpered, trying to get free.

"No, no, baby girl, stay here. You're covered up. Just stay here with me for a few minutes, okay? Please? For me?" he murmured. Fatima sniffled and sat up a little. She immediately hugged him, and cuddled into his arms. "It's okay, princess. I know, that was super scary. Come here, it's over. You're fine now," he murmured.

"I don't want to be alone ever again," Fatima cried, burying her face in his chest. Devin could feel her tears dampening his shirt, but he didn't mind.

"It's okay. You don't have to be. I'll sleep in here tonight, if that's what you want. I don't mind, princess. Whatever you need," he said softly. Fatima sniffled and buried herself in his arms.

"Thanks. Help me get dressed?" she asked quietly. Devin nodded.

"Your black sweatpants?" he asked. Fatima nodded and sat down on her bed. It was weird to her how she felt a thousand times safer with her partner. He helped her put them on, then kissed her forehead. "Good to go?" he asked. Fatima shook her head a little and slowly stood up. She made her way to the dresser and opened the third drawer from the top, then pulled out a black hijab. She quickly changed it, then smiled.

"Good to go," she said sweetly. Devin smiled and took her hand in his. They walked out of her bedroom and settled on the couch together. Devin turned on Fatima's favorite show, then put his arms around her. He reached over and grabbed her glass of wine, then passed it to her. He then realized that in his panic, he'd left his beer on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, baby, are you going to be okay here real quick if I run to the kitchen and grab mine?" he asked. Fatima nodded and pulled the blanket over herself. As soon as he walked away, Fatima's hands started shaking again. She took another sip of wine to calm her nerves. Devin came back and squeezed her hand gently.

A few hours later, they were curled up in Fatima's bed. She had decided that Devin was a better pillow than hers, so she was snuggled up on him. Devin was staring down at her sleeping figure, ready to comfort her if a night terror struck.

"Princess," he murmured, stroking her back. Fatima sat up just a little.

'Yeah?" she asked quietly.

"I love you," he said quietly.

"Love you too. Thanks for being here. I really don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered, wiping a stray tear. Devin smiled.

"Try to sleep, okay? Wake me up if you need absolutely anything," he murmured.

"Okay. Night," she whispered.

"Night, baby," he whispered.