#fatima x rountree

[multifandom-shipper]

hi, i'm new to tumblr and looking to join some fandoms!!

my shows (no specific order)

the equalizer (cbs)

la brea (2021)

911 lone star

station 19

ncis la, hawaii, tiva, possibly origins (we'll see!)

my ships

mel/harry (the equalizer)

mccante (the equalizer)

vi/trish (the equalizer)

ty/paara (la brea)

marjan/paul (911 lone star)

tarlos (911 lone star)

marina (station 19)

fountree!!(ncisla)

densi (ncisla)

kacy (ncishi)

tiva (ncis og/tiva)

i also like fletcher, renee rapp, kelsea ballerini but i talk about that less!

[thjslove]

Oh, come here. Thank you, partner.

[ncislafan]

my babies had a little cuddle🥹🥹🥹🥹

[le-amewzing]

Feral

More than a decade of being an LA fan, and that big xover event finally convinces me to write LA fic. ;P *Note: This is set after s14e10, "A Long Time Coming."

Fic: "Feral" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Devin Rountree & Fatima Namazi (platonic but okay to tag as Fountree!), Marty Deeks/Kensi Blye

Rating: K+

Words: ~2,330

Additional info: friendship, hurt/comfort, light angst?, fluff, 3rd person POV

Summary: Rountree saw a different kind of action as a result of the Williams investigation. But now it's time to put the case behind him and recuperate…even if he is curious about what his team got up to…

      Being held hostage had never been something on Devin Rountree's bucket list. But it was something he now mentally added and immediately crossed off while he waited for the nurses at the hospital to come back with an update.

      His phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat with his legs hanging over the edge of his hospital bed, and he didn't wonder for a second who it could be, considering how shaken Fatima had been when the team located him at Miller's hideout earlier today. That was why he blinked in surprise when Deeks' name appeared onscreen. He winced in pain as he glanced around to check if he might disturb anyone around him by swiping right.

      "There he is!" Deeks chirped from the passenger seat in Kensi's SUV. The blond angled the phone so Rountree had both of them in view. "Hey, Rountree, that ice helping?"

      Rountree chuckled and grinned automatically—and hissed, too. It'd been hours, but it still hurt to smile. "Not much," he admitted, lowering the disposable icepack from his face.

      "Well, keep it on—even if it doesn't feel like it, ice works," Kensi instructed in that sisterly tone of hers. She let her eyes drift from the road to Deeks' phone for a split-second, to emphasize her words.

      "Will do," Rountree promised, though he returned the pack to just below his bottom lip so he could chat with them for a bit. "You guys heading home?"

      "Yep," Deeks replied. "Parker and Torres had a flight to catch back east, and Tennant and Tara lingered a bit longer. I think Tennant wasn't ready to cast her Agent Afloat back to sea quite yet." He motioned to Rountree with a jerk of his chin. "But we cleared out all the guests before locking up for the day, so no worries."

      Kensi shot her husband a look. "Hardly. Sam and Shyla were putting the finishing touches on their reports and Callen was haunting them up in ops because his phone started ringing. Pretty sure it was Arkady looking to grab a drink."

      Rountree wished he could muster a more genuine smile as the couple bickered about the post-case details and simultaneously tried to settle on a story regarding the absence of Deeks' truck for Rosa. Truly, though, he wished he had more energy to pay attention to his friends…

      His eyes wandered to the intake bracelet taped to his wrist atop his bandages. Sure, the team had gotten him an ambulance, and the initial field examinations had been good. But the EMTs as well as Kilbride had insisted Rountree follow up with the ER. He'd had a round of x-rays already, but the nurses had disappeared after he'd insisted they didn't need to cram him into an MRI machine for additional scans.

      …no, he really didn't want to be in any tight spaces, not after that smothering trick Miller had her henchman pull.

      "…ee? …tree? Rountree," Kensi said, more firmly this time.

      Her tone finally snapped him out of it. "Hmm, yeah?"

      Kensi narrowed her eyes and leaned over the console to get a good look at him. They must've been at a red light. "They are letting you go home, right? The EMTs at the scene—"

      Rountree grinned (ouch, he had to stop doing that by default!) and shook his head. "It's nothing. I think the nurses are just putting together my x-rays for my dentist, as we thought."

      Bad enough Kensi frowned at him, but even Deeks gave him some serious side eye. They already had one kid to get home to; Rountree didn't want them to make a detour on his behalf.

      "Instead, you could always fill me in on what I missed out. I'm guessing you wanna leave any gory details at the door when you see Rosa."

      They stared at Rountree and then shared a look. Kensi grumbled before Deeks conceded with a nod. "Considering we were all on a super-secret hit list, I'm kinda surprised that much of the action rather"—Deeks pantomimed making a ball of…something—"sandwiched today's events."

      "You mean 'bookended,' babe," Kensi corrected.

      "Ah, yes, that," he agreed with a snap and point of his fingers.

      Regardless, Rountree furrowed his brow. "So, what? The day's most exciting things were Fatima and me getting shot at with me taken away and then you guys coming to my rescue?"

      Deeks shrugged but nodded. "Well, Torres and I were shot at, too—who knew a big red truck could be a big red target?"

      That explained the earlier bickering. But the mention of his partner also highlighted how Kensi and Deeks hadn't mentioned Fatima in their recounting of leaving OSP today. He replayed in his mind's eye that gigantic hug from Fatima, after he'd been freed, and he pursed his lips. Fatima was always a chill, casual person…but she'd definitely been beside herself once they'd reunited.

      Would it be strange, though, to ask them how Fatima had been while he'd been missing?

      Whether she guessed where his mind had gone or it was simply the place to start her story, Kensi said, "…as Deeks stated, that ambush at the admiral's home caught us all off-guard. Despite needing rest and receiving what I thought was my best mom voice, Fatima was raring to go from the start."

      Rountree frowned. That didn't sound like anything new, since his partner could flip a switch and go from "chill" to "feisty" in no time flat. "And…?"

      Deeks squinted and cocked his head in his usual manner that prefaced telling any one of them some unflattering detail. "And Kens is being really nice when she means that Fatima spent the entire day biting everyone's heads off."

      He gaped at his fellow agents. "She what?!" Rountree froze. "Hold on—I barely interacted with our visitors, but don't tell me—"

      "No," Kensi assured him while Deeks whistled, "no, Fatima kept her blasts aimed primarily at our team and at suspects only. Tennant and the rest understood the circumstances anyway, I'm sure."

      "Wait—what happened with the suspects?!"

      Deeks pulled a face, which Kensi matched, and dodged the question. "Besides, Fatima was back to herself at the end of the day," the blond insisted with a sage stroke of his scruff. "Actually, she and Agent Tara almost seemed chummy."

      "Deeks, Kensi—what happened with the suspects?"

      Kensi turned the wheel, and the SUV rolled to a stop before she cut the engine. Then she gave him a shit-eating grin. "Rountree, honest, it was nothing that Sam and Callen can't smooth over."

      Rountree met her eyes and looked to Deeks, as well, searching for a hint. But if they really didn't want him to worry… "Please tell me that was the most outrageous thing that occurred after my abduction."

      The couple paused for thought. Deeks counted to himself on his free hand. "Not counting the covert clue delivered by one ever-elusive Henrietta Lange and one impressive headshot by one ever-horrifying Hollace Kilbride, there's one other thing, but it's hearsay."

      He'd been with this team long enough that any addition to the myth of Hetty no longer stunned him, but the detail about Kilbride saving his hide startled Rountree. Perhaps the admiral had some fondness for him after all? Nevertheless— "Hearsay?" Rountree echoed. He wouldn't be distracted by the other details, which were stories for another day.

      They both nodded, but Kensi's smile was impressed this time. "According to Lucy—Agent Tara—when she and Fatima surrounded one of Miller's men, Fatima descended on the guy from above, leaping off the leg of the plane like—and I'm quoting here—'Wolverine from X-Men.'" She stifled a snicker. "Apparently Lucy didn't have to do anything once Fatima got to blow off some steam."

      Rountree blinked. He opened his mouth and closed it. "Fatima."

      "Our Fatima, yep."

      "Like…Jackman's Wolverine?"

      "I mean, Lucy didn't specify movies versus comics, but that flying-with-claws-out attack is fairly iconic."

      Rountree brought his legs up and reclined on the hospital bed. Maybe Miller had hit him harder than he'd thought, because he definitely wasn't hearing things right…

      On their end, someone (likely their daughter) called for Kensi and Deeks. The parents gave him mirrored half smiles. "You'll heal in no time, bud," Deeks said.

      "Thanks," he mumbled.

      "And, Rountree?" Kensi waited until he met her eyes again. "Grab an Uber home soon. But feel free to take one here, too, just because."

      He appreciated that she left the "in case doctors feel you need looking after" part unsaid. "Thank you, Kensi, Deeks," he said with a bit more strength in his voice.

      "We'll catch you later," Deeks promised, and they both waved before the video call disconnected.

      While Rountree appreciated knowing some of what transpired while he'd been held hostage…he also found he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. He'd seen Fatima in a foul mood, sure. And he'd seen her kick some serious ass out in the field. But—a feral Fatima?

      "Hey."

      He jolted at the sound of her voice and dropped his phone on his stomach. The distance hadn't been far, but the device was heavy enough and his middle was tenderized enough from the day's events so his breath left him in a pained "Oof!"

      Fatima rounded the foot of his hospital bed but was wary of touching him and making things hurt more. She winced along with him. "Rountree, jeez, are you all right? I didn't mean to scare you."

      Rountree gave her a tiny smile that his lips didn't protest. "Nah, not scare. Just…surprised." He glanced at the busy hallway and noted that the staff seemed unbothered with his late-night visitor. "Hey, aren't visiting hours—?"

      Fatima shrugged with just her right shoulder and patted her jeans pocket. "I…might've used my badge to get past the reception desk."

      He quirked an eyebrow.

      "Technically, not against the rules. I am an NCIS Special Agent, checking up on her fellow NCIS Special Agent."

      Rountree stifled a laugh. "Is it a Fatima or an OSP thing, working the rules like that?" he asked, scooting to the left side of the bed so she could sit on the edge.

      Fatima took the offered seat and smirked. "Honestly? Kind of both." She paused then, taking in the sight of him patched up and bruised, and her smirk slowly faded. "So? What do the doctors say?"

      He raised both eyebrows and held her gaze. Then he answered, with some reluctance, "A lot of what the EMTs suspected was right. Bruised ribs, not fractured." He motioned in a circle to his face. "Minor fractures along my jaw, mostly around my teeth. Orbital fracture of my left eye." Rountree hesitated and folded his hands in his lap. "Abrasions on my wrists from where they bound me… The rest is superficial and the nurses already stitched me up as needed, Fatima."

      If she heard his last sentence, she didn't give any indication. Fatima zeroed in on his face with grim determination, her lips pursed so flatly she nearly frowned. But she wasn't staring him in the eye. No, it was easy to guess she was tracing over every last stitch and scratch on his face.

      So Rountree finally said what he meant to instead of enumerating his injuries. "Fatima, you didn't have to come see me tonight. You could've asked tomorrow or another time."

      Yet Fatima shook her head. "…it had to be tonight."

      Rountree studied his partner, studied the tightness in her expression, the drop of her gaze to the hospital's sterile white sheets, the curl of her fingers in his blanket, the absence of color in her knuckles the harder she squeezed, the slight movement when he realized that Fatima…feral Fatima Namazi…shook beside him.

      He recalled his own rollercoaster of emotions in that plane today, not knowing whether to trust Miller when the villain had insisted she'd captured Fatima, too. Suddenly, it seemed more plausible to him, that Fatima might be as vicious as Special Agent Tara described, much as it made sense that Fatima would be clingy upon their reunion. He, too, had run the gamut of emotions today.

      So Rountree scooted to the left once more, now pressing himself against the railing, and patted the empty stretch of bed beside him. He patted it a second time when the first motion failed to get Fatima's attention.

      And Fatima understood. It were as though they were back at the plane again, outside with Miller's body only feet away, the danger still feeling far too real. Fatima stretched out beside him and lightly draped her arm across him, letting him arrange it so she didn't press against fresh bruises. And she buried her face against his neck as she hugged him, tight.

      "Fatima…," Rountree murmured, "…I am alive. I survived. We survived. We'll be okay. I'll be okay." Of course, even as he said it, he wondered how much more convincing she would take.

      Fatima squeezed him harder, and Rountree patted her arm. He twisted his head to catch a glimpse of her face then—but another detail snared his attention, so he quickly averted his eyes: Their current embrace had shifted her pastel pink headscarf a bit, allowing some of her dark hair to peek out.

      He cleared his throat. "Um, F-Fatima. Your, uh, scarf…"

      She stiffened against him. But she simply withdrew her free arm from his chest, fixed her hijab, and returned to her previous posture. Even if the brief incident snapped her back to reality, today's happenings…they loomed larger, making reality feel like something still far out of their grasp.

      But Rountree knew otherwise. Their reality was that they'd persevered. They'd come out on the other side of today's horribleness, no worse for the wear. And if Fatima needed to hold on to the tangible evidence of that—to hold on to him—a little while longer, until it felt properly real to her…then so be it.

Done for the 5, 10, 20, 50, 70, 100 Fandoms Challenge as well as the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #25: I'm alive) in the HPFC forum on FFN. WELL. I actually enjoyed the big xover event a lot more than I thought I would! Granted, I wish we'd had one ages ago, back when NOLA was still on (NOLA, my beloved, you are missed! ;w;), but I'm mostly satisfied with the story they did for this—plus LA on a Monday night, where it belongs?! YES, PLS AND TY! 8D Anywho! I…have been with LA from the beginning. I have old story ideas from a decade ago, even. I just…haven't written anything until now. There's been so much to love about LA, and the charries are so near and dear to my heart, but s14's "A Long Time Coming" rly smacked me in the feels when they separated Rountree and Fatima. I've adored both charries since their respective debuts, and I've always delighted in Fatima's fondness for him, hence why I'm happy with either platonic or shippy content for them. -w- But since Rountree was on his own for much of the ep, having Densi fill him in was a lot of fun (and legit the Wolverine comparison is my own—I'm a BIG X-Men {comics and movies} fan myself). Let's see… Oh, funnily enough, tho this is my first LA fic and I've done NCIS fanart before, I actually have drawn smthg before that was Fatima-inspired! (Can you tell I'm a big fan? :3c) Final remarks: For anyone who might not know, to my understanding, it's respectful to avert your eyes (esp if you're male) when someone wearing a hijab has their hair accidentally shown, and you also wouldn't fix it yourself. I included this in the story since Fatima frequently changes out her scarves btwn normal/fashion and fitted/athletic types, and I wondered how this episode's affectionate Fatima would mind it coming loose at all around someone to whom she's v close but not family/married. Plus, Rountree behaving accordingly by knowing not to touch it and risk touching her hair demonstrates respect btwn them! -w- *iz a sucker for soft friendships* Ahhhh, I just love these two a lot.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

[ncisla-source]

NCIS: LOS ANGELES (2009 - Present)   Season 13, Episode 15: Perception Medalion Rahimi as Fatima Namazi and Caleb Castille as Devin Roundtree

[leotanaka]

which episodes have been the best for fatima/devin? 

[ncislafan]

He caught up on them with Fatima🥰🥰🥰

Hehe im right nobody will convince me otherwise

Wasn't Rountree the one that didn't know like any of the other cultural/movie references that have been thrown at him?

[chrisodonline]

The sun set reallllly quick. Kensi and Deeks rode off into it like in an 80s movie, and we just...haven’t seen them since.

Hey, maybe G has a personal investment in this. I don’t know. Just the impression I got. Hmmmmm. Rogue AI is concerning for G for two reasons: Deep Fakes and he’s also insulted that someone/thing else is going rogue. “That is MY thing.”

Sam’s usually a bit more annoyed with unethical things, but he’s probably tired from all that training. (Who are we kidding, though? Nothing tires Sam.)

Drone Drills. Add that to your Emergency Procedures Manual.

I mean...we’ve been at the AI race for...a while. So, okay. 

Deep reflections shots. 

“This cast is very pretty especially when they smoulder and look deep in thought.” Well done, Hanlon/editing. Thank you for appreciating it.

I mean, there are definitely bigger discussions to have about social informatics here. But let’s just skip to flirting. So Samantha Chase is probably my age or close to it? That’s just my guess. Fatima/Rountree are Gen Z/closer to it and Deeks is more Gen X. However, lots of Millennial stuff in this ep. (Would’ve been great for Nell, though.)

Anyway, there’s the stars payoff. I had stars like that. Where did I get them? FROM NASA. TOP THAT, DEEKS! Did those come from NASA or some game prizes at Chuck-E-Cheese? HMM?

[typingtess]

NCIS: LOS ANGELES:  "Under the Influence" – Teaser/Act One

And on the 49th day, the program returned.  Actually, the program should have a straight run through March, skip one week in April for the Grammys and have a straight run to May.  Very X-Files season five on.

In LA, a social influencer is doing some selfies at a balloon filled spot downtown.  She gets a local to take her picture on a scooter, making sure "the logo shows".  It looks like it is the logo for a scooter, which she rides down the street, doing a video for her "fam".  She crashes into a homeless man's shopping cart.  It wasn't an accident – she's taken away inside the cart.

Sam is furious that Kilbride is parking in his spot.  After getting the Hellcat detailed, Sam is using a special shampoo to protect his car under a tree full of birds.  Bald jokes aplenty.  Fatima has a case.

Callen and Sam are introduced to Gia Michelle, big social influencer and our kidnapping victim.  Fatima gets herself into all sorts of trouble with "experienced" Callen and Sam about their lack of knowledge about social media.  Gia posts regularly but has gone dormant.  The concern is she missing and we go into the Admiral Kilbride sneak peek.

Diplomatic Security is short staffed so NCIS is filling in, making sure Gia's not missing.  They have the video of Gia's "crash".  She's not in the hospital, not injured and her cellphone is off.  Kensi and Deeks are checking out Gia's house – Beverly Hills.  The Admiral reminds them that money can't buy pride.

Kensi is explaining Gia's success to Deeks (sort of figured that would go the other way) at Gia's huge home with spectacular cars.  Joey, who works with Gia's cars, tells Kensi and Deeks that Gia prefers indirect eye contact.  The fancy cars are loaners – she has to be photographed with them.  Gia doesn't drive.  Alan is her driver and Deeks, as a lawyer, gets Joey to break his NDA with Gia.

Fatima needs help – there is too much of Gia's social media to go through.  Rountree is on vacation.  The Admiral brings in Agent Aliyah de Leon.  Fatima's tablet beeps – Gia is sending a hostage video.  She needs $10 million in bitcoin.

[zelenaranger-blog]

Fatima x Rountree (13x17)

[theighthhorcrux]

We started with a training exercise that quickly got real when the doctor in charge of it got taken out by a silenced gunshot. I could understand Deeks not wanting to tell Callen he had to move out of the bar, but just telling him straight was the best strategy. Also, I don’t see why Deeks wanted to convert the garage when their house has three bedrooms, two of which aren’t being lived in. Callen’s doctor calling him opened up a whole world of worrying possibilities, as did the x-ray goggles on steroids and the possibility of enemies getting their hands on them, as Kilbride summed up nicely. Kilbride telling off Fatima and then turning the conversation to Rountree’s athlete sister and that apparently being the reason for his absence was unexpected. Also, Fatima supporting Rountree and his sister was so cute. Deeks going on about the man cave was funny but out of character for him, and Callen’s impostor trying to get a loan from the bank was ominous. I agreed with Kensi that they needed to focus on selling the bar if they wanted the money to adopt and raise a kid. Kensi’s denim obsession came out of nowhere, and the white-supremacist group’s name was pathetic (White Kings, seriously?). Ruby the store owner’s sister’s drug overdose was an unexpected storyline that came out of nowhere and brought a downer on the episode. The foundation for kids from immigrant families was really nice, and Castor and his unnamed partner were mentioned. Cutting between the boatshed and Ops provided a lot of great tension, and Callen and Sam convincing the professor to help them was skillful. The team was incredibly slow to realize the guy was planting a bomb, though. The ending was standard- Callen and Sam got into a shootout and shot the bad guy, Kensi and Deeks evacuated the building, and the bomb didn’t explode. Kilbride and Fatima had a debrief talk, Callen and Deeks had a bittersweet scene, and the deepfaker preparing to target Anna was scary and intriguing, and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.    

[ncislafan]

[ncislafan]

Back From the Dead

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

I have no idea where this came from but I hope you enjoy

Fatima decided that after a ridiculously long week, a shopping trip at the mall would be the perfect thing to relax her. She walked into the mall and walked around for a little bit, stopping to pick out a couple new shirts. As she was walking to the Starbucks, she did a double take when she saw a woman that looked exactly like her dead best friend. The woman did a double take as well, then cautiously asked,

"Fatima?". Fatima grinned.

"Leilani?!" she squealed. She ran over and hugged her for a long time, then pulled back and stared.

"I know you have a lot of questions. And I promise I will answer all of them honestly. Just not here. Can we go someplace we can talk?" she asked softly.

"Of course. Of course. You want to get some coffee first, my treat?" Fatima offered. Leilani giggled and they ran up to the small shop together. As they were waiting in line, Leilani gently touched the fabric of Fatima's hijab.

"If you have a question you can ask," Fatima said softly.

"You're Muslim now?" Leilani asked softly.

"Yeah. I guess I always was? I just, I started being a better one after you died," Fatima said quietly

After they got their coffee, Fatima drove them to the boatshed.

"This place is secure. I promise," she said. They sat down on the couch and Fatima snuggled into her best friend.

"First of all, Fatima, I am so, so sorry. I tried to get you to stay and I was so scared I was gonna hurt you," she whispered. "I wasn't as drunk as I was pretending to be."

"Why did you fake your death?" Fatima asked.

"I worked with the FBI. They sent me to get close to you at first. Said your ties to Iran were suspicious. The first day I met you I told them that was bullshit. And hey. Hey," she murmured, gently tracing Fatima's arm. "Nothing was fake. I promise you. Our friendship is real. I wish I could have told you," she whispered. "Then the assignment changed. They suspected Marco was distributing child porn. He was. Him and Jill are in jail now," she said quietly.

"I know. Why did the assignment change so drastically?" Fatima asked.

"I guess because I was already in. They found out and I had to fake my death. I didn't want you in the car with me, darling, but you were always so stubborn. I made sure I was careful, that my side took most of the impact. It helped that you had no idea what to do, honestly. I never would have forgiven myself if you'd been hurt," she whispered. She kissed Fatima's forehead softly.

"Are you still with the FBI?" she asked.

"No. I resigned after the accident, but I still had to lay low for a while. I've been keeping an eye on you, though, missy, and I'm impressed. I do want to meet this boy-toy of yours," she murmured. Fatima laughed.

"Devin is my friend. Just friends," she protested.

"Sure. I still want to meet him. If you don't want him, I'll take him," she purred. Fatima sat up straight and playfully smacked her. Then she squealed and hugged her again. Leilani grinned and hugged her back, and they stayed like that for a long time.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks.

"Me too, come here," Leilani murmured. She kissed Fatima's head and smiled. "Lying to you for so long was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do," she said softly. Fatima buried her face in Leilani's stomach and smiled softly. "How about we go get lunch?" she asked softly. Fatima grinned.

"Absolutely. How about I see if Tree is available so you can meet him?" Fatima suggested. Leilani grinned and nodded. She pulled out her phone and called him. "Hey. You want to go get lunch?" she asked.

"Sure. Where we going?" he asked. Fatima turned to Leilani and mouthed, "What do you want?"

"Pizza?" she suggested. Fatima nodded.

"Mulberry's?" she asked.

"Our spot. Meet you there in an hour?" he suggested.

"Sounds good," Fatima said. She went into the bathroom and started fixing her makeup. Leilani grinned.

"You like him," she accused.

"Fine. If I admit it, you don't say anything to him?" Fatima asked.

"Baby girl, you know I've been watching you. He's in love with you," Leilani said. Fatima laughed. "Can I borrow some concealer?" she asked, gesturing to Fatima's makeup bag.

"Take what you need," Fatima said. Leilani took a small tube and dabbed a bit under her eyes.

"So what do you use this place for?" she asked.

"Interrogations, mostly. Shoulda cuffed you and tossed you into the interrogation room," Fatima teased. Leilani grinned and smacked her butt. Fatima laughed.

"Hey." Leilani said quietly as she took a tube of eyeliner. Fatima looked over as she put a little lip gloss on. "I have a normal job now. I promise you, pinkie promise you that things will be normal now," she said softly. Fatima smiled.

"Good," she said softly. "What are you doing now?" she asked.

"I work at the Getty," she said softly. Fatima smiled.

"Fancy you," she purred. She grabbed the makeup bag and tossed it into her purse, and they walked out together.

"I see you're taking your boy-toy to our little spot," Leilani grinned as they got into Fatima's car. "Fancy rich girl," she teased. Fatima grinned.

As they pulled up to Mulberry's, Fatima saw Rountree's truck in the parking lot already.

"Shit," she muttered. She gripped the steering wheel and tried to calm herself. Leilani reached over and gently rubbed her shoulder.

"Are you not ready? Fatima, I get it," she whispered.

"I don't know what he's gonna say," she whispered.

"Well, if he's as amazing as you said, he'll be happy for you," she murmured. "Come on, I got you," she murmured. Fatima felt like it was her first time getting drunk again. Leilani had held her and comforted her the whole time then, too. She hated the feeling in her stomach. She was scared. She opened the car door and got out. Leilani was right behind her and they walked up.

"Can I go in first?" she asked quietly.

"Of course," Leilani murmured. Fatima walked in and her hands shook as she scanned the room for Rountree. She turned around and motioned for Leilani to wait. She walked in and saw Rountree in their little two-top corner seat. She walked over and smiled nervously.

"Can we, um, get a bigger table?" she asked nervously.

"Why? You got a guest?" Rountree asked teasingly.

"Something like that," she muttered. He nodded and picked up the two plates and cups, then waved politely at the waitress.

"Hey. We got a surprise third person, I'm sorry," he explained. Fatima turned bright red and tears stung at her eyes. They moved to a four-top table and Fatima turned to the door and motioned for Leilani to come in. Rountree sat down and let Fatima choose her seat. She sat across for him and forced a smile as Leilani sat next to her.

"Tree, um-"

"Leilani." Devin said quietly. Both girls nodded. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you know what you put her through?!" he yelled at her. The whole restaurant was quiet and staring at them.

"Shut. Up," Fatima hissed. "Let her talk."

"Fine," Devin said. He leaned back and stared at Leilani expectantly.

"I was, um, sent to investigate some stuff on the set of Sunset Canyon. Producers and shit," she said quietly.

"By who?" he asked flatly.

"The FBI," she said quietly.

"Liar." he yelled.

"Tree, shut up and let her explain!" Fatima yelled.

"She's lying to you!" he yelled back.

"I left before you got there. After the car accident. I went into hiding and I kept an eye on this one for a long time. I was scared she'd hate me," she said quietly.

"I'm starting to think the accident wasn't an accident," Devin said softly.

"You're right. I tried to get her to stay at the party, to not get in the car with me. She wouldn't listen and when I saw the producers we were investigating were following us, I had to. I tried to make sure I took as much of the impact as I could, I never would have forgiven myself if I'd hurt her," she whispered. He nodded a little. "I'm so, so sorry for everything I put you through. I truly am. And I know I don't deserve it, but if you gave me a second chance I promise I wouldn't screw up."

"I love you," Fatima whispered, burying herself in Leilani's arms. She laughed and cut up Fatima's pizza and fed it to her. Rountree couldn't stay mad when he saw how happy Fatima truly was.

"Hey," he said softly. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry to both of you. I just, it's been my job to protect her for a long time and I-" he began.

"It's okay. If the roles were reversed I'd be the same way," she said quietly. She gently traced Fatima's cheek and smiled. "I missed you."

"I have one more question," Fatima said quietly.

"What's that?" Leilani asked, tracing a pattern on her arm.

"Why'd you wait so long to come back?" she asked quietly.

"A lot of reasons. Mostly I was scared you wouldn't forgive me," she said quietly after a pause. Fatima felt her heart shatter.

"Hey," she murmured. She kissed Leilani's cheek softly and rested her head on her chest. Rountree reached across the table and gently squeezed Fatima's hand. Fatima grinned.

"I love you," he murmured to her. Fatima blushed.

"I love you too," she said shyly.

"I call maid of honor," Leilani teased. Fatima laughed and gently headbutted her.

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I Always Have Time For My Girl

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

As you can probably guess, I hated 14.8. So here's a revised version:

Fatima walked into her apartment and threw her bag on the couch. She ripped off her jacket and turtleneck, leaving her in a tank top and jeans. She kicked off her boots and pulled off her hijab, trying to get comfortable as quickly as possible. She went into her kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine. She always felt bad when she drank, but she felt too sick to her stomach to care. She'd made plans to get dinner with Rountree, and she wasn't even sure he remembered. She poured the wine into her favorite glass, nearly filling it. She sighed and leaned against the wall. Tears streamed sown her cheeks and she tried not to think about Devin. She eventually changed into a hoodie and leggings.

About an hour later, there was a knock at her door.

"Hang on," she called out. She ran to the bathroom and tried to splash some water on her face, but spilled most of it on her sleeves. "Fuck!" she snapped. Tears stung her eyes and she flipped the hoodie over her head, then walked over to the door. She yanked the door open and was surprised to see Rountree. "What do you want?" she asked flatly.

"I thought we were going to get dinner," he said softly. "I tried calling you, you didn't answer. I got worried," he said quietly.

"I thought you were too busy playing with your ex," she said sarcastically.

"Hey. That is unnecessary. Summer is my friend. If you can't handle me having female friends, then maybe us not getting dinner is for the best," he snapped. Fatima felt the tears coming back and she rolled her eyes. "Hey. Hey, I'm sorry. I think we need to have a talk," he said quietly. Fatima bit back another sarcastic comment.

"Look, I don't need this, okay? I thought you liked me. I thought these were dates you were taking me on. I thought our movie nights meant something," she said, embarrassed about the tears on her cheeks.

"That is why we need to talk. Fatima, no matter what, unless you say otherwise, you're always gonna be my best friend. Always. Summer and I, well, we were never best friends," he said quietly. Fatima rolled her eyes and took a couple more sips of wine. She couldn't control herself anymore and burst into tears. She ran out of the room and into the bathroom, recognizing the twisting feeling in her stomach. She gagged and started to throw up a little. Rountree was at the door in an instant. "Fatima! Fatima, I'm coming in," he said gently. He opened the door and sat next to her. He gently rubbed her back and pulled her against him. "I think you've had enough alcohol," he murmured. Fatima started to genuinely sob. Rountree brushed a kiss against her forehead and hugged her.

"Go be with her," Fatima mumbled.

"But I want to be with you," he said softly. "Fatima, I don't think Summer and I were meant to be a couple," he said quietly. "But I do think that she is a good person and a good friend," he said softly. Fatima shuddered a little and leaned against him.

"You know those were my shorts, right?" she asked softly. Rountree blushed.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Do you, um, want them back?" he asked.

"Depends. Were you wearing anything under?" she teased. "Tree, ew!" she whined when he didn't answer. "No! Burn them!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the shorts, I'm sorry about Summer, everything. I haven't exactly been the best person to be in a situation-ship with lately. And you deserve the best. You do. So I'm gonna let you be the one to decide what happens next," he said quietly. Fatima sniffled. She put her head on his chest and closed her eyes.

"If we do this, we agree that there's nothing romantic between you and Summer. No kissing, no funky touching, if you wouldn't do it with Deeks you better not do it with her. Deal?" she asked.

"Deal," Rountree agreed. "Any other conditions, my lady?" he murmured.

"Burn those damn shorts," she said. Rountree laughed. Fatima grinned and kissed him softly. "I think I'm like, really drunk," she said, laughing.

"You haven't eaten anything, have you?" he asked, but he already knew the answer.

"No," she admitted. "I figured you were too busy with Summer for me," she whispered.

"I will never, ever be too busy for my girl," he said softly. Fatima smiled. "I'll order us a pizza. You, missy, better start drinking water," he said. Fatima got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and started sipping on it. Rountree came up from behind and gently kissed her forehead.

[ncislafan]

This is probably gonna piss a lot of people off but idc:

I am so fucking sick of fountree being the lesser ship. Densi gets screen time every god damn episode. Callanna gets reasonable time considering Anna is a recurring character. Fatima and Rountree are both regulars, like it or not, and they get a minute or so of non case related chitchatting per episode, on good days. But, Densi gets to talk about their kid (who I love), Sam gets to talk about his dad, everyone else gets to talk about their life outside of work. But not Fountree. Then, like they've BEEN getting, absolutely fucking nothing. Fatima could have died today and her soulmate barely cared because of how fucked up the writing is this season.

I am sick of the chatting with my friends and planning/writing stories being the only interaction these poor characters get. I am sick of it. I am sick of them being neglected for "more interesting" storylines that actually suck. If there's time for them to be stressing over Hetty (who can we honestly just forget already? She's gonna get them all killed) then there's time for Fountree to talk. Enough of the Russia storylines and for the love of God enough of the Hetty storylines.

I don't really care if you disagree with anything I said, tbh.

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NCIS: LOS ANGELES (2009 - Present)   Season 11, Episode 19: Fortune Favors the Brave Medalion Rahimi as Fatima Namazi and Caleb Castille as Devin Roundtree