Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters.
"Okay, you two get out of here. You need to sleep. Be back in eight hours, okay?" Nell said firmly. Fatima closed her eyes. She was tired enough to fall asleep standing up.
"Alright, Fatima, come on. My place is closer, do you want to just crash there?" Rountree asked softly.
"Sure," Fatima mumbled sleepily. He reached out and gently took her hand. He expected her to swat his hand away, but met no resistance. He led her down the stairs and into the parking garage. He opened the passenger door. Fatima climbed in and closed her eyes. Rountree reached over and buckled her seat belt for her.
After about five minutes of driving, Rountree came to a stop at a red light. Fatima reached over and unlocked her door.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Rountree asked softly.
"Getting out," Fatima replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"At a red light? Are you okay?" he asked. Fatima turned pink and buckled her seatbelt again. She awkwardly locked the door again.
"Thought we were home," she admitted sheepishly.
"Almost. You can sleep, I'll carry you inside when we get there, okay?" he said gently. Fatima grunted and nodded a little.
When they got to Rountree's apartment, he walked to the front door and unlocked it, then went back to the car. He opened the passenger door and gently scooped Fatima into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him as he closed the door and carried her inside.
"My room or guest room?" he asked, gently removing her shoes.
"Your room," she replied sleepily.
"All right, let's go. I take it you don't want to shower or eat first?" he murmured as he carried her to his room.
"No, I will later," she grumbled.
"Okay, that's fine. Snuggle in, I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?" he whispered, pulling a blanket over her.
" 'Kay," she mumbled.
When Rountree came back, Fatima was sound asleep, sprawled out over the majority of the bed. Rountree laughed and moved her over just enough for him to not fall off the bed. As soon as he laid down, Fatima moved close to him. They began lazily making out, neither of them actually willing to move.
