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

As usual, I was very unhappy with the lack of Fountree in this episode. So...

Rountree walked into the mission, more than ready to head home and relax. He noticed Fatima was sitting by the lockers with her hair down. He gasped and immediately turned around, praying she wouldn't be upset with him. She squeaked and he heard something falling over.

"Shit," Fatima muttered.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"Don't be. It was my fault," she replied. She quickly put her hijab back on, then groaned. "Can you get me some towels, please? I spilled my drink," she said sheepishly.

"Of course. You good?" he asked.

"Yeah. A little embarrassed, but I'll survive. I'm glad it was just you," she replied. Devin smiled softly and located two towels from beside the lockers. When he came back, he was still trying to figure out what she meant. He passed her a towel, then used the other one to help her mop up the icy mess. "Thanks," she said softly.

"Of course," he replied. Fatima smiled softly and stood up. She grabbed her bag and got up. "Hey, you know it was an accident, right? I didn't mean to see you like that," he said quietly. Fatima smiled.

"It's okay. I mean it. I should have been more careful, but it had been pulling my hair weird for, like, two hours, and nobody was around, so I just figured-" she rambled.

"Hey, it's okay. I get it. And, I'm sorry. I know it's not my fault, but I am," he said gently. Fatima smiled, and they stood there quietly for a bit.

"You okay? There's something on your mind, I can tell," she said, raising an eyebrow. Devin sighed but nodded.

"Can I, um, can I walk you to your car?" he asked. Fatima blushed.

"Of course you can. You can come hang out at my place if you want, too," she replied. "But, it's more than that. I can tell. Talk to me, Tree," she said gently. Devin sighed and nodded. He sat her down on the bench and slowly took her hand in his.

"It's weird. I don't know where this is coming from," he began.

"You can tell me, or ask me, anything, Devin," she interrupted. He nodded a little and closed his eyes.

"Fatima, you, um, you're really special to me, and I can't stand the thought of what I just did. I mean, I, you, nobody is supposed to see your hair, right?" he rambled.

"Shh. It really is okay, Devin. It was an accident, and if anything, it was my own fault. You did nothing wrong, okay? I promise it's not the end of the world that you saw my hair for half a second. Honestly, I'm glad it was you. I trust you," she replied, gently squeezing his hand.

"Promise?" he squeaked.

"I promise," she replied. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Devin hesitated.

"No," he admitted. "Something about this, this case, the assault, how she never told anyone-" he began. Fatima looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Talk to me," she said gently.

"Fatima, you, um, you would tell me if someone ever hurt you, right?" he asked nervously. "I mean, you know you can, right? I, um, I'm always here to listen, Fatima," he said gently. Fatima nodded a little, then shifted towards him.

"Of course I would," she said gently. In that moment, she realized just how much she wanted to kiss him. She sat up a little straighter, then moved closer to him. "You're the best partner ever," she whispered. Her hand slowly found his cheek and she smiled softly. She gently pulled him a little closer to her, her smile growing bigger as his did.

"So are you," he murmured as his hands cupped her face and he pulled her closer. Their lips met, slow and shy at first, but once they got comfortable with it, they were much more eager and excited. Fatima opened her mouth a little, hoping she wasn't taking it too far. He gently ran his tongue over her lips and smiled softly. "Is this okay?" he asked, worried he was taking it too far.

"More than. Encouraged," she mumbled back. Devin grinned and slid his tongue in her mouth, then pulled her closer. Fatima moaned softly and crawled onto his lap, so she was straddling him. Devin was beyond thrilled with where the night had went.

"Will you two please get a room?" The grumpy admiral's voice was instantly recognized, and they scrambled to their feet.

"Sorry, sir," they said in unison. Kilbride rolled his eyes and walked off. Devin blushed and took Fatima's hand in his.

"My place?" she asked sweetly. Devin grinned.

"Sounds amazing. I'm walking you to your car," he agreed.