Rountree woke up around 1 in the morning to Fatima's soft whimpers. He sat up a little and turned the lamp on.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Hurts," she whimpered in response. Devin softened and got up.

"I'm going to get your pain pills, okay? Hang in there, you're gonna be fine. I promise," he whispered, tears in his eyes. He was terrified, he had almost never seen her so upset. He quickly grabbed the small bottle of pills and filled a glass of water, then darted back to the couch. He gently shook two pills into his hand, and gently fed them to her. He then wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth, murmuring to her gently. After about thirty minutes, Fatima was calm and nearly asleep. "Do you want to go curl up in your bed?" he asked.

"No! I want to sleep with you!" she protested.

"Okay, well, sweetie, princess-" he began gently

"Don't call me that," Fatima replied calmly but firmly.

"Sorry!" he squeaked. "I just want you to be comfy, and I'm not sure how how that's possible if we're both curled up here," he said quietly. He got up and started setting up the pullout couch. "Can I please go in your room and get some of your pillows and blankets?" he asked gently. Fatima nodded a little. Soon, he was back with a mountain of bedding. He set it up, making sure they had separate blankets and pillows. He made sure Fatima would be able to prop her leg up and rest comfortably, then turned to her. "Good?" he asked. She nodded, then reached for her crutches. They worked together to get her up, then to the pullout. "Wait. Before you get comfy, do you want to go to the bathroom or something?" he asked. Fatima thought about it and shook her head.

"No. Um, is my hair showing?" she replied, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. She put her hands over her head and started trying to adjust her hijab.

"Oh, God. No, no. You're fine. Nothing is out of place," he replied, trying to calm her. Fatima nodded a little.

"Thanks. Can we put the TV back on?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, and we absolutely can. Can we watch your show?" he responded, hoping that he could get a smile out of her.

"No!" she snapped. It felt like something broke inside her, and she started sobbing. Devin kicked himself and sat next to her.

"Hey, hey, hey. I didn't mean to make you cry, come here. Baby girl, I'm so sorry," he pleaded with her. Fatima sniffled and smiled a little at the "baby girl".

"No-no. I-I-I'm sorry, I-I just, just, he, I," she tried to say through tears. Devin hugged her for a long time, not wanting to let go until she wasn't crying anymore.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetie. Take a deep breath, I'm right here, alright?" he murmured. She nodded into his chest a little, not wanting to move. "Hey, can we get your leg propped up again, please? I don't want it to start hurting," he said gently. Fatima nodded and slowly lifted her leg up, wincing the whole time. Devin helped her out, then gently kissed her cheek. "Do you wanna talk about whatever the hell just happened?" he asked gently. Fatima sniffled a little.

"Um, he, the guy, I don't even remember his name, he was interviewing me, and he turned off the recorder, and he was being really mean," she said, tears still running steadily down her cheeks. Devin curled up next to her and gently hugged her.

"Mean how?" he asked. Fatima sniffled.

"He kept bugging me, asking me why I left acting, and I said it wasn't important to the case, so I didn't want to answer," she whispered, appreciating the hugs.

"Princess, that part of your life has nothing to do with what happened. I'm glad you told him that," he said gently.

"He wouldn't stop! I ended up telling him, just to get it over with, and then he asked why we were drinking and driving, and if I'd be a hazard to NCIS!" she sobbed.

"What the hell? You were what, like, 21? 22? You were still basically a teenager!" he snapped. Fatima gasped and pulled away. She shook her head a tiny bit.

"I've never told anyone this. I wasn't even 21," she whispered. "Please don't tell anyone, please, please," she whispered. Devin was stunned, but he knew he had to keep the secret. He nodded a little, not willing to destroy a friendship for something that didn't even truly matter so many years later. It wouldn't change what had happened, and he certainly didn't think that she deserved punishment for it.

"I won't tell anyone. Baby," he murmured, feeling sick to his stomach. They eventually selected a movie and fell asleep, much lighter chatter flowing naturally between them.