#rountree and fatima

[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.

[ejzah]

A/N: The team finds interesting ways to pass the time.

***

Kensi and Deeks have just announced they’re resigning.

Sam: Well, I believe I won the pool, so I’d like my winnings.

Fatima: Man, I was hoping you’d forget about that.

Deeks: What pool?

Rountree, ignoring him: I can’t believe you got a grand slam. Who would have thought twins and quitting would happen all in one year.

Deeks, lowering his eyebrows: Wait, have you guys been betting on our lives?

Callen, to Kensi and Deeks: Yes. *then turning back to others* I knew I should gone with pregnancy again. I’ve had it on my card for the last four years before this.

Kensi, holding up a hand: Ok, just stop for a minute. What the hell is going on?

Sam: Every year, we have a pool and place bets on what major milestones are gonna happen for you guys. You know, relationships, break ups, jobs, kids.

Deeks, in disbelief: What? Every year—how long has this been going on?

Callen, stroking his chin: Hm, 2012? Maybe 2011. Nell started it. Boy did she win a lot of money when you two got together. None of us predicted Rosa though, so that was an interesting surprise. We rolled over most of that money.

Kensi, softly: You guys are insane.

Deeks, under his breath: I so could have rigged this. *Kensi nudges him with her elbow* Sorry. Absolutely unacceptable.

Sam, counting a big stack of money: Yeah, we’re terrible.

[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!

[deeksblye]

I still can't believe I'm gonna have to live without this show! It has been such an amazing ride... This characters will forever be in my heart ❤️

[dragcnbreak]

thanks for 14 seasons 🫂

[thjslove]

Oh, come here. Thank you, partner.

[densi-mber]

We Need A Little Christmas

***

“Hey guys, glad you guys made it back,” Fatima called out as Kensi and Deeks walked back into the mission. They’d left long enough to pick Rosa up and eat dinner before returning.

In that time someone had supplemented the basic Christmas decorations from earlier in the day with enough garland, sparkly ornaments, and lights to make Nell proud.

“Where’s Rosa? I hope you didn’t leave her at home all alone.”

“Well, I’m sure Rosa would appreciate the solitude, but you can relax,” Deeks answered. “She hanging out at a friends house.”

“Good. She needs to hang out with someone her own age for a change,” Sam teased, appearing with a mug of egg nog, and gave them each a hug.

Callen strolled in behind him with a beer. He had a small reindeer pin attached to his shirt.

At the table set up a few feet away, Rountree handed out glasses of various drinks. Unlike Callen and Sam, he’d gone all out with a Frosty adorned sweater, Santa hat, completing the look with a string of flashing lights around his neck.

“Hey you guys want some egg nog?” he offered. “I made it with my Nana’s family recipe.”

“I love Grandmas’ egg nog,” Deeks said, accepting a glass.

“It’s not quite up to Nell’s standard,” Callen commented. “But it’s good.”

“Which means it’s not capable of taking down a small elephant,” Deeks interjected.

“Thanks Rountree, but I’m going to pass right now,” Kensi decided. “I’ll just grab some water.”

“Sure thing. Let me know if you change your mind.”

“By the way, where’s Kilbride?” Deeks hadn’t seen him lurking anywhere and his office was dark.

“He wished us a Merry Christmas, requested that we not cause any international incidents between now and New Years, and then escaped,” Callen answered. “He also left that fruit cake.” He gestured to a sturdy looking package on the far end of the table.

“Of course Kilbride would bring fruitcake.” Shaking his head, Deeks glanced down at Kensi, who was sipping at her water.

“Hey, are you feeling ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My stomach’s just been a tiny been funny all day. I think I ate too much habanero chicken last night.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it. I did warn you.”

“Yes, you did.” Kensi leaned her head on his shoulder for a second.

“You want me to get you some Tums?”

“No, I’m ok. But I think I should probably wait on the egg nog til my stomachs feeling a little less rumbly,” she said with a faint grin that reassured Deeks she wasn’t feeling all that bad. “Besides, we’ve missed enough things this year with all the craziness, I don’t want to skip out on another.”

A few minutes later, Fatima gathered everyone over to hand out Secret Santa gifts. Although she didn’t celebrate the religious aspects of Christmas, Fatima fully enjoyed the more secular components.

Kensi received a chocolate lover’s subscription to a local confectionary. It could have come from anyone in the office, given her well documented sweet tooth, but Deeks would put his money on Callen.

“Oh my god, this is gorgeous,” Fatima gasped as she opened her gift to reveal a succulent patterned scarf. “Thank you, Kensi!”

“How did you know it was her?” Rountree protested. “It could have been any of us.”

“Really? Would any of you guys feel comfortable buying me a scarf like this?”

“Nope,” Deeks said immediately.

“Exactly.

“You’re welcome,” Kensi said, smiling as Rountree and Fatima continued to bicker.

After all the gifts were opened, Kensi settled into Deeks’ arms, watching the shenanigans in front of them.

“This really does make all the craziness worth it, doesn’t it?” Deeks mused.

“Yep.” She held out her water and clinked it against his glass. “To normalcy.”

***

A/N: Since Fatima tends to where colorful and unique scarves (like the one with skulls on it), I didn’t think a succulent patterned one would be too out there. From my research, it seems that giving them as gifts isn’t generally frowned upon, but if I’m wrong, not offense is intended.

[zelenaranger-blog]

Random but how many times did Fatima look to Rountree’s lips here

[glenncoco4]

Aw, they’re adopting the Rookies too.

[freaksgeeksandeeks]

I love how much Friends! Fountree we’re getting

[tivajunkie]

Listen if this episode doesn’t lead to Fountree becoming a thing I’m gonna be a lot frustrated and sad.

[ncislafan]

my babies had a little cuddle🥹🥹🥹🥹

[ejzah]

The Other Shoe, Part 17

***

“Ah, no don’t cut through his eye!” Nell exclaimed, leaning over Sam’s shoulder as he held a large chef’s knife poised over a cake. It featured an almost disconcertingly accurate rendition of Deeks’ face in cake form. Below that, bright blue frosting spelled out “We love you, and we’re not kidney-ing about that”.

It was a terrible joke, but Deeks had laughed for a minute straight when Eric had proudly revealed the custom creation.

Not wanting to tempt fate, they had decided to put off any celebrations until after Deeks’ health was more stable, and when he could actually enjoy the food and other festivities. Normally, he would have been embarrassed by all the attention, especially the cake, and little tokens with his face someone (his money was on either Nell or Callen) had hidden throughout the house. This time, he knew they all needed it, so he didn’t mind that much.

“It’s a cake, Nell. I gotta cut it somewhere,” Sam pointed out patiently as Nell, now joined by Rountree gave suggestions.

“Just avoid anything important.”

Deeks shook his head, content to sit back and watch as Nell and Sam bickered over whether it was worse to cut into Cake Deeks’ eyes or mouth. Fatima was in favor of cutting into the hair first.

Eventually, they each ended up with a slice and ice cream (Deeks decided to skip the ice cream in deference to his new kidney) and migrated out onto his and Kensi’s patio with their dessert and drinks.

“So, when you gonna come to the gym with me?” Sam asked Deeks, poking him in the bicep with his spoon. “Gotta get you in fighting shape again.”

“Let’s not rush anything. I’m not entirely comfortable with the number of push-up and crunches he’s doing as it is. He doesn’t need any encouragement,” Kensi protested.

“And this guy ran a 5K the week after the surgery,” Callen revealed without a hint of remorse.

Kensi sighed in mock disappointment. “We have to keep our eyes on them all the time.”

“You two are cute,” Sam said with a sarcastic smile. “So, what do you say Deeks? You and me at the gym, Monday morning at 5:30. It’ll be like old times.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.” Deeks chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m probably weaker than when you met me at that MMA gym.”

“I’ll be gentle. At first.”

“Moving on,” Kensi said firmly. “What’s next for you guys, Eric, Nell?”

“We’ll be leaving for Tokyo on Monday,” Eric answered. “I wish we could stay longer, but we really do need to get back. Our second in command is doing an amazing job, but he’s ready to not be in charge again.”

“We’re going to miss you so much,” Fatima said.

“And next time let’s not wait until there’s a catastrophe,” Kensi added.

“Yeah, cause I don’t think I have another organ to lose,” Deeks joked, and Kensi nudged him in the side with her elbow.

“Too soon, babe.”

“You think I’m adorable.” She managed to glare at him for approximately two more seconds before she gave in, kissing the tip of his nose.

They continued talking, reminiscing about past cases, and embarrassing moments well into the night. By popular demand, Sam and Deeks took turns recounting their MMA match, with frequent interjections from Kensi, Eric, and Callen.

When Deeks noticed a cycled of yawning start, he caught Kensi’s eye, and they stood up together. Nell eyes them curiously, but didn’t shift from where she lounged on the loveseat next to Eric.

Deeks cleared his throat, feeling unusually self-conscious. Kensi wrapped her arm around his waist, silently supporting him. “Um, while we had everybody together again, I just wanted to say a few words. I,” he glanced down at Kensi, who nodded, squeezing even tighter. “We can’t tell you how much we appreciate and value your support, your time, the well-meant nagging—” there was a round of chuckles—”your sacrifice through all of this. I never would have been able to do this without you. I love you all so much.”

“We love you too!” Nell called out, hopping up to hug them. “I think everyone on this patio agrees that we’d do it all again a hundred times if necessary.”

“Definitely,” Callen agreed, completely serious for once.

“Anything for family,” Sam added, lifting his beer.

“To family.”

As everyone echoed the sentiment, Deeks look around at the mismatched group of people who had shown up to support him and Kensi more than he could ever have imagined. He had the best family.

***

A/N: I think we have just an epilogue after this. I hope you’re enjoying the fluff and family bonding after all the angst.

[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

[leotanaka]

"you are not weak. no matter what you decide." - fatima to rountree