Rountree was sitting in the food truck with the junior agent, watching as his partner tried to seduce a man. He was pissed at the man. All he could see was his hands all over Fatima's hips and ass. He closed his eyes, praying for his partner's sake the man would soon grow bored of her, even though he knew it wouldn't be good for the investigation.


"Damn, I wish she would let me do that". Rountree was brought back to reality by his temporary partner.

"Excuse you?" he asked, hoping he'd misunderstood.

"Your partner is fine as hell. What I wouldn't give to run my hands over that ass," Agent Turner said, smirking at the screen. Rountree swallowed his breath. Sure, their relationship wasn't official to the team, but he still hated when anyone looked at Fatima the wrong way. Jealous? Probably. But it still bothered him. "Whoever her boyfriend is is sure a damn lucky man,"

"Alright, you know what? I am Fatima's boyfriend. Me. So I would really appreciate it if you would shut. Up. About her body!" Rountree snapped. Turner gulped.

"Sorry," he squeaked. Rountree rolled his eyes and turned back to the feed.