Fast, Furious, and Under Control

A/N: I know I haven't updated in awhile due to life getting in the way. Between illness, injury, work, school, and caring for my mom and grandma…been a tad bit busy lately. Sorry. This will be the last chapter for this fic.

Chapter 7

Brian groaned as his phone went off, and a glance at the clock showed it to be four in the morning.

"The hell Tanner?! It's four AM man…"

He was cut off by the sharp and anxious words of his father's oldest friend.

"Brian, stay inside. Tran managed to get loose and is now at large. He killed a Navy officer and stole the man's car and gun. As I'm sure you can guess this means NCIS is now involved. One of their people is on his way to your location now. Do not open the door until you're sure it's him. I repeat once again…Stay Inside."

Brian stared at the phone after Tanner hung up, the phone sliding out of his numb fingers to land in his lap. Dom watched as the blonde's face grew more and more pale. He gently framed that face in his hands and pressed his forehead to Brian's.

"Bri, talk to me. What happened?"

"He got loose Dom…Tran is out there…"

Dom growled softly and pulled Brian into his chest, determined to keep him there so he'd be safe. That only lasted until the doorbell rang and Brian took off like a bullet from a gun, tripping over his own feet halfway down the stairs and face planting into the carpet at the base of them. Dom leaned against the wall upstairs, trying not to laugh at the hyper blonde, as the rest of the team gathered and leaned on the railing upstairs to look down. Dom growled as Brian reached for the handle of the door.

"Brian…"

The warning in his voice made everyone freeze in place as Brian turned his puppy-eyes on the bigger male. Dom shook his head with another soft growl.

"What if it's him Bri? I'm not gonna lose you because of your tendency to be reckless."

Brian snorted loudly and leaned heavily on the door as laughter shook him.

"Dom…seriously? I highly doubt Tran is going to ring the doorbell…he'd just break it down and start shooting."

The blonde yanked the door open, not giving Dom another chance to protest, only to be yanked into an almost bone-crushing hug. When the men separated Dom was behind Brian, hands on his shoulders as he glowered at the newcomer.

"I should kick your ass for making me worry so much Brian…I am way too young and handsome to be getting grey hair."

Brian snorted at him and shook his head, lips quirking into a smirking grin.

"Sorry G…It's not entirely my fault…bad guys just seem to target our family."

G. Callen shook his head and ruffled Brian's hair only to have his hand smacked away as the slightly shorter blonde gave him a half-hearted glare.

"So…aside from trying to get yourself killed…again…how has my favorite cousin been?"

Brian's response was to shove G into the couch and laugh.

"I'm your only cousin…and you've been shot way more times than I have…and stabbed…and almost ran over…and nearly blown up…"

"That's enough out of you…Sam's bad enough thanks."

G grumbled and pulled Brian into a headlock, making everyone laugh as the smaller male whined and begged for mercy.

"Is this the one that taught you to vault over a moving car?"

Brian blinked up at Dom after G shoved him onto one of the loveseats before flopping down next to him.

"Umm…yes…among other things."

Dom gave G an appraising look before putting his hand out.

"In that case I owe you a thank you…that skill saved his life last night."

G took the offered hand and nodded.

"I know…I saw the video online…Eric found it."

Brian turned to G with wide blue eyes.

"Oh shit…did…SHE see it too?"

G snorted loudly and nodded.

"Oh yes…the whole team saw it…and Hetty was none-too-pleased either. I expect she'll call soon to give you an earful."

Brian paled and swallowed hard, making everyone else wonder who this Hetty person was to inspire such a reaction from the normally bold blonde. As if on cue Brian's cell rang and he sighed in resignation as he answered it. The poor guy didn't even get the entire word 'hello' out before a female voice could be heard ranting on the other end of the line. G was watching Brian's facial expressions and smirking in amusement, trying not to laugh out loud. He looked at an equally amused Dom and motioned to the door.

"My partner is outside checking the perimeter; he should be done by time Hetty is."

The two shared a look as the rest of Dom's team made their way down the stairs and onto the other seating in the room. Vince was on the couch sandwiched between Mia and Letty, Leon sat in an armchair with Jesse draped across his lap, and Dom sat himself on the other loveseat while pulling Brian into his lap. A firm series of knocks had G giving the door a raised eyebrow, his voice filled with amusement.

"Sam…just open the door and get in here already."

The door opened to reveal a muscular black man with a scowl on his face, which was promptly hit by a pillow thrown by G who then attempted to look innocent. Sam stalked over to the loveseat and sat next to G, smacking him in the face with the pillow before dragging the smirking male against his side and pinning him there. Sam's voice rumbled around the room as he smirked at his partner.

"I need stop letting you hang around Kensi and Deeks so much…they're a bad influence."

G chuckled and stretched himself out so his head was in Sam's lap, the larger man smirking as he ran his fingers through G's hair and the man damn-near started purring. Brian blinked at his phone as it went silent, his ears still ringing from Hetty's lecture.

"Well…that went better than last time at least."

G laughed and shook his head while Sam gave Brian an amused look.

"Last time you almost got blown up, along with the two of us. None of us could hear properly for a couple hours after that lecture."

Sam rubbed one of his ears in memory of that one. Brian snuggled himself into Dom's side with a soft happy sigh. Dom gently rubbed Brian's back and looked at the rest of his family.

"We'll get Tran make no mistake…one way or another we'll take him out before he can dare touch my Brian."

"Your Brian?"

G's voice was thick with the effort to contain his laughter, emphasizing the first word heavily. He was happy that Brian finally seemed to have found his place in the world; his cousin had seemed so lost for so long and he deserved to be happy.

"Yes…mine…and he knows it well."

Brian nodded, eyes closed as he nuzzled Dom's neck with a contented little mewling sound.

"Yep…he's definitely owned."

Sam gently smacked G upside his head.

"Be nice G. You're in no place to point fingers."

Callen flushed slightly and Sam kissed him softly. They all spent the rest of that morning making plans for defense and possible traps in case Tran was dumb enough to come after them there…he wasn't thankfully. Tran was smart enough to wait until they went out somewhere, but unfortunately for him that was exactly what they had planned for. Callen and Sam had decided to lay a trap for Tran, using Brian as the bait to lure him out into the open again. Callen and Brian went on a 'grocery run' while Sam, Kensi, and Deeks took up positions outside. Dom and the rest of the team were left behind, Dom pacing the living room in worry. Brian had convinced him to stay back, but only just barely.

Once they got to the store Brian piled things the team actually needed into his cart, Callen hovering as close as possible without seeming like he was guarding his cousin. Tran waited long enough for them to load the stuff into Brian's trunk before striking. Tran was alone; the rest of his crew had been arrested before, and only had a single gun in hand. Callen pushed Brian behind him, he wouldn't go for his weapon yet…he wouldn't have to. Sam was sneaking up behind Tran, Kensi and Deeks coming from the sides while darting behind cars. Tran was about to pull the trigger and kill both blonde males when the cold metal of a muzzle pressed against the back of his neck, making him freeze in place at the angry voice that growled out behind him.

"You pull that trigger and I will make sure your death is as slow and painful as I can make it. Trust me…I can make it extremely painful."

Tran slowly let go of his gun and it fell to the ground with a loud clatter. As Sam handcuffed Tran and marched him to the waiting SUV, Kensi and Deeks ready to take him to the boatshed for questioning. Brian let out a tense breath of air. Callen pulled Brian into a hug and pushed him towards the car.

"Let's get you home before Dom wears a hole in the floor. I'm sure he hasn't stopped pacing since we left because Sam does the same thing whenever I'm in potential danger."

Brian nodded quickly and hopped into the driver's seat, Callen taking the passenger side while Sam tucked into the back with the groceries. When Brian spun his wheels and took off like a bullet Callen and Sam shared a look…now they knew how he'd gotten that particular nickname. Sam had a white-knuckle grip on the door handle by the time Brian drifted sideways into the driveway. Callen was laughing in pure enjoyment and Brian wore a bright grin on his face as they piled out of the car. Brian didn't even manage to take two steps before he was pulled into a tight hug, his face pressed tight into Dom's chest as the older male checked him for injuries.

"I'm alright Dom. It's over now. Tran is in custody and I promise you he can't escape from Callen's team."

Dom just growled softly and dragged Brian into the house, the others following at a slower pace now that the treat was over. Life was looking up for everyone and Brian couldn't be happier. Dom and the team had promised they'd stop the hijacking, though the street racing was still on and Brian was all for that. Callen and Sam came by often, and Callen had even gotten into the racing a bit but always kept a blackout helmet on to keep his identity secret. Everyone was happy, at least until the next crisis popped up in their lives.