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

Rountree woke up and looked down at the sleeping brunette on his shoulder. He smiled and tucked his arm around her, grateful that she was in the exact same position as when she fell asleep. He hoped that meant she didn't have any nightmares. Fatima began to stir. Rountree panicked and gave her another gentle squeeze.

"Morning," she mumbled sleepily. Rountree smiled.

"Morning, sleepyhead. You sleep okay?" he murmured against her.

"Yeah, I didn't have any nightmares. I only woke up to go to the bathroom, but I didn't have any nightmares," she said proudly.

"Well that's incredible, and we should celebrate. You know how we should celebrate?" he said as he stroked her hair.

"Maybe brush our teeth and go from there?" she mumbled seductively. Rountree grinned and followed her into the bathroom.