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Fatima was sitting on her bed, trying hard to forget everything that David Kessler had said to Kensi. She was thoroughly disgusted, and all she wanted was some strong liquor. Or a lot of it. She closed her eyes, hoping Rountree would call her. She eventually fell asleep, still in her work clothes. She woke up to her phone ringing around 10pm.
"Hello?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Hey, um, I was wondering if you want to get a drink or something?" Rountree asked hopefully.
"Um, I'm already in bed about to sleep. You're welcome to come to my place if you want," Fatima replied.
"Of course. Do you want me to bring food?" he asked. Fatima smiled sleepily.
"Sure. It can be whatever you want," she replied.
"Okay, I'll be there in about an hour, okay? I guess if you need to get dressed, do that," he said gently.
"Okay," Fatima replied. She pulled the blanket over her head and let out a tiny sob. She was worried for Kensi, even though she knew Kessler was in prison a d couldn't hurt her.
When Rountree got to her house, he knocked on her door.
"Come in," she called out weakly. Rountree opened the door and saw her curled up on her bed, hidden under the blankets. He set the food on the desk and scooped the blanket pile into his lap, knowing that somewhere under the mess was his partner. Fatima screamed and pulled the blanket tighter over her head. She was kicking and screaming, trying to get free from the blankets. Rountree laughed and pushed the blankets off her, then began tickling her stomach. Fatima screamed and giggled as she fought him off.
"Hey. Why you sad?" he asked.
"I'm not anymore," she replied. He smiled and pulled her close.
"But you were. You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said gently.
"I know. It's hard to explain, okay? It's a girl thing," she whispered. Rountree nodded.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me, maybe I can tockle it out of you," he teased gently. Fatima pulled the blanket tighter around her body.
"No tickle," she replied.
"Share," he said, pushing her onto the bed. Fatima rolled her eyes.
"It's a girl thing. Like, he threatened Kensi, he threatened all of us. Just because we have catfights sometimes-" she began.
"Meow," Rountree interrupted. Fatima smacked him with the folder on her nightstand, but she giggled a little.
"We still have each other's backs. We have all been harassed one way or another, some more severe than others. And we all know that terror. So when he said those things to her, when he made those comments about her body, that shit shook me to the core. I was terrified for her," Fatima whispered, her eyes far away, scared.
"Fatima, you know he's in jail, right? You know he can't hurt her, he can't get to her. And even if he wasn't in jail, he still doesn't know anything about you, or Kens, or NCIS for that matter. He can not hurt you. Or Kens," he whispered, his voice gentle but firm. Fatima nodded a tiny bit. She closed her eyes as Rountree set up the food for them. They quickly but silently ate, then curled up together and put on a movie. Fatima was soon asleep with her head on his chest, and Rountree didn't have the heart to wake her. He stayed the whole night with his arms wrapped around her gently murmuring to her.
