Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters
Fatima and Rountree were curled up on the couch for the night, about to enjoy a movie when Devin got a text. He saw that it was from Jordan and quickly opened it.
"Hey, baby girl, Jordan wants me to go talk to her at her dorm. Do you want to come with me, or hang out here? I won't be gone overnight," he whispered. Fatima stretched and sat up. She pulled his hoodie on, then found some sneakers. Once they were dressed they got in his truck.
"Did she say what's going on?" Fatima asked.
"No, just that she needs to tell me something in person. She might not want to tell you, though, so-" he began.
"I get it. I'll hang out outside if she doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't know me that well, so I totally get it," she interrupted. She was almost asleep when they pulled up to the campus. Devin located a parking spot after about ten minutes of driving around, then got out and opened the door for Fatima. They walked up to Jordan's room and knocked on the door.
"It's me," he called out. The door opened, and Jordan stepped into view. Her hair was pulled into a loose braid, with streaks of pink throughout. She was wearing denim shorts and a shirt that was much too big to be her own. "Your hair's cute. When did you do that?" he asked.
"Couple days ago. And I don't want to hear a word about it, or the shirt I'm wearing," she replied. Fatima smiled at the young woman's newfound courage to stand up for herself.
"And you won't," she promised. "I was already with him, if you don't want me to know what's up, I get it," she explained.
"No, it's okay. I actually think I'm more comfortable talking about this with you here," Jordan responded. Fatima nodded a little. Jordan sat down on her bed and hugged her knees to her chest. Fatima sat down next to her and gently put her arms around the younger woman. Devin sat in Jordan's desk chair and looked around.
"What's going on?" he asked gently. Jordan sniffled and stood up. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a single sock, then slipped it onto the doorknob.
"So we have some privacy," she whispered. She went back to the bed and curled up next to Fatima.
"Are you okay? What's going on?" Devin asked worriedly. Jordan sniffled.
"I've been having some problems with my math teacher," she admitted quietly. Fatima raised an eyebrow.
"What kind of problems?" she asked nervously.
"Um, I wasn't understanding the work we were supposed to do today, and I kept asking questions, and he wouldn't answer, and I asked again, and he threw a calculator at me and yelled that I was stupid and would never understand anything," she whispered.
"What the hell?" Devin asked. Jordan closed her eyes and buried herself in Fatima's arms.
"It's okay, hey," Fatima whispered, gently rubbing her back. Jordan shook her head.
"It got worse," she began. "After class, he told me to stay behind. So I did, and he said that if I did something for him, he'd raise my grades. I, um, I didn't realize what he meant," she said quietly.
"Jordan, look at me. Hey. It's not your fault, alright? I need you to tell one of us exactly what he did, okay?" he whispered. Jordan closed her eyes and buried herself under the blankets. Fatima glanced up at Devin, hoping he'd tell her what she should do. He motioned for her to step away, so she did. He sat on the bed and gently rubbed Jordan's shoulder. "Hey," he whispered. "Jordan, please. Please tell me what he did," he begged. Jordan pulled the blanket over her head and closed her eyes.
"Um, he said to follow him, the stuff was in the back room," she began. Fatima looked up.
"What stuff?" she mouthed. Devin gently rubbed Jordan's shoulder, then gently pulled her into a sitting position.
"Shh, it's okay. We're going to take care of this," he said gently. Jordan sniffled.
"He...I followed him in. He closed the door, I didn't see him lock it, but I guess he did because I couldn't get out," she whispered. "He opened a folder on a shelf, I figured he was getting something to give me, but he turned around and asked me to grab the pen on the floor," she said quietly. "When I bent over to get it, he pushed me against the wall. He pinned my wrists against the wall and he kissed my neck and he said he'd been thinking about kissing me for a long time," she whispered, tears running down her face as she nestled herself into Devin. Fatima gently rubbed Jordan's knee.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie," she whispered. Jordan sniffled and closed her eyes.
"I cried out, I told him to stop, please stop, I wasn't okay with it, that's not what I wanted, I meant extra work, but he wouldn't stop, he kept saying I was beautiful and that it was my fault for saying that I wanted him to raise my grades," she whispered. Devin pulled her close, dreading what she was about to say.
"I tried to get him off, I couldn't, he was too strong," she cried softly. "He used one hand to take my jeans, and he...He pushed my jeans down and, and, I don't want to say anymore to you," she said, crying. Devin hugged her gently.
"You don't have to. Not until you're ready. Tell you what. Pack a bag, and you're going to come stay at my place while we deal with him," Devin said gently.
"No! I have classes tomorrow!" she protested.
"You're not going. I don't care, you're not. You're staying home until this guy's in custody," he said gently.
"No! Don't go to the cops! I'm scared he's gonna-" Jordan began, tears running down her cheeks.
"He won't. I'm going to protect you. And don't worry, we're not sending this off to some random cops. My team and I will deal with this, alright?" he asked softly. Jordan nodded and hugged him again.
"Don't let go," she whispered.
"Shh. I won't. I got you. Come on," he said gently. Fatima stood up.
"Hey, sweetie, where are your clothes? Let me pack you a bag," Fatima said gently. Jordan looked around and finally pointed at one of the dressers. Fatima grabbed a bag and went through the drawer, putting a little bit of everything in her bag.
"Don't open the bottom left one," Jordan whispered. Fatima nodded a little.
"Is this everything you need?" she asked softly, showing Jordan the contents.
"My laptop? And the charger for it and my phone," she said quietly. Fatima closed her laptop and set it in the bag, then gently coiled the cords around her hand and set them in the bag.
"Anything else?" Fatima asked gently. Jordan shrugged and stood up. She grabbed her bag and leaned against the wall, then closed her eyes.
"Come on, sweetie. It's okay, you're safe now," Devin whispered. Jordan pulled away and went over to the dresser. She grabbed a pair of sweatpants, then looked around awkwardly. "Um, Jordan, is this everything you need?" he asked. Jordan grabbed a small makeup bag and put it in the suitcase, then nodded. "Okay. I'll take it to the truck and pull around for you two," he said gently. Fatima and Jordan nodded. Once the door was closed, Jordan sat down on the bed.
"Can I talk?" she asked softly. "It's just, some of the stuff I was scared to say in front of him," she whispered.
"Of course. You can tell either of us anything, always, honey," she said gently. Jordan nodded.
"So, after he got my jeans down, he shoved his hand down my underwear. I was really scared, and he laughed and shoved his finger inside me. He, um, he used his other hand and shoved his hand up my shirt and grabbed at my chest," she said quietly. Fatima gently hugged Jordan, but she pulled away.
"Don't touch me," she hissed.
"Okay. I'm sorry, honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I'm so sorry," she murmured.
"No, it's okay. It's okay, honey. Get dressed, and we'll get out of here," Fatima said gently. Jordan looked around shyly. "You want me to step out?" she asked. Jordan nodded a little.
"Don't run away though. I want to walk with you when I'm done," she said softly.
"Okay, sweetie. I'll be waiting right outside," she said gently. She stepped out and closed the door, then Jordan quickly changed into the pair of sweatpants on the bed. She then stepped out and slowly grabbed Fatima's arm.
"Can we go now?" she asked quietly.
"Of course. Let's go, hon," Fatima replied. Jordan slowly hugged Fatima, and they walked out together. Fatima's arm was around Jordan's shoulders as they walked out. When they got to Devin's truck, Jordan slowly climbed into the front seat. Fatima curled up in the backseat and pulled out her phone. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, knowing Jordan would need them when they got home.
