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

Rountree woke up to his alarm. He reached over and turned it off, then reached over and pulled his girlfriend closer.

"Hey, sweet girl, it's time to get up, okay?" he murmured. Fatima sniffled.

"I'm up," she said through tears.

"Woah, baby, hey, come here. Don't cry, I got you," he said desperately. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. She crawled into his lap and rested her head on his chest. "I know what today is, okay? Don't worry about it, do you want to call in sick?" he murmured. Fatima sniffled and shook her head. Rountree nodded and rubbed her back.

"I don't want to go to work," she sobbed. Rountree was confused.

"Okay, do you want to call in sick? I can say you woke up with a fever, it's okay," he said gently.

"I don't want to lie to them," she squeaked. Rountree softened and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"Oh, sweetheart. Hey. Baby, if you need the day off, we can make it happen, okay? Don't worry about it," he murmured, pulling her close. Fatima smiled and rested her head on his chest.

"Maybe we should, can we take a shower and see how it goes?" she whispered.

"Absolutely, baby girl. You know you can tell me if you need something, right?" he whispered back.