Author's note: I do not own NCIS:LA or its characters.
Rountree was sound asleep when he heard a loud thud. He panicked and threw himself over to Fatima's side of the bed, worried someone had broken in. He knew all that mattered to him was protecting his girlfriend. Then he realized that her side of the bed was empty. He shot up and grabbed his gun from the nightstand, then flipped on the bedside lamp. He saw Fatima sitting on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized what happened.
"Hey, baby, you okay?" he asked, scooping her into his arms and onto the bed. Fatima smiled and put her head on his chest.
"Yeah, I'm okay, I just fell," she replied.
"Did you hit your head?" he asked, noticing a few drops of blood just above her eyebrow.
"Yeah, I guess so," she replied. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her on the toilet and turned on the water. He quickly cleaned the cut and bandaged it.
"You okay now?" he asked gently.
"I'm okay, Devin. I'm a grown woman, I'm more than capable of taking care of my own injuries," she whined.
"Yeah, but you love when I baby you, and you know it," he teased. Fatima turned pink and smiled.
"Anything else hurt?" he asked.
"Well, I landed on my ass, so there is that," she teased. Rountree grinned and scooped her back into his arms. He carried her back into the bedroom and gently tossed her onto the bed. She squealed as she hit the bed, but Devin knew how to tell when she was actually hurt, so he wasn't worried.
"You want me to kiss it and make it better?" he teased. Fatima blushed and smiled.
"How about we just cuddle instead?" she asked quietly. Rountree nodded and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest and smiled sleepily.
"Hey, be careful, okay? I don't like seeing you hurt," he murmured as he caressed her back.
"Otay," she mumbled.
"Sweetheart? How did you fall out of bed?" he asked gently.
"I got up to get some water and when I came back I, um, thought the bed was closer than it was," she said sheepishly. Rountree chuckled.
"That's my beautiful clumsy girl," he whispered in her ear. Fatima giggled and kissed his jaw. He pulled her close and smiled.
