Three-Shot

AN Hello and Welcome to my new one-shot! I hope you enjoy! :)

"This is serious Tim, someone put a hit out on you, to the League of Assassins. The Boss already hired a bodyguard, one of the best, he'll be here tomorrow, until then we stick together." Abby says, making me finally look up from the report I was writing.

"I do not need a bodyguard, and I appreciate you all wanting to keep me safe, but you don't need to, i'll be fine" I tell her, knowing it probably won't do much, but needing to try nonetheless.

I need to take care of this, and being smothered by my team, and apparently a bodyguard isn't going to work, I need to take care of the guy who put out the bounty for me, and make him retract it.

The only reason i'm not dead already is because the league thinks that they were hired to take out a mid-level tech from NCIS, and they, thankfully, haven't figured out that the mid-level tech from NCIS is actually an alias of Timothy Drake-Wayne, aka the previous Robin, aka Red Robin, aka son of Batman. If they knew all of that, they would have tried a lot harder to kill me, and they would have done it a lot sooner.

I don't want to have to bring my family in on this, and it can be taken care of relatively easily, or it would, if I wasn't being smothered by my team.

The only people currently not trying to do so are Ducky and Palmer, and that's because they are working on finishing up the bodies from a few different cases, not giving them the time to do so.

"Yes you do" Gibbs says as he walks back into the bullpen, coffee in hand.

"I really don't, i'll be fine. I have a few contacts that can help me sort it out. Easy peasy." I tell them, now desperate for them to leave me alone.

"What the fuck? The League of Assassins is not 'easy peasy' and how do you have 'contacts' that can help you take care of it? And since when are you so nonchalant about a bunch of people trying to kill you?" Tony asks, getting more and more angry the longer he talks.

"I am not nonchalant about people trying to kill me, I am simply being logical and calm about it. I have a few contacts from my time in the GCPD, who have worked more than a few cases involving the League, cases that gave them insight, and occasionally undercover agents. I know the risks, I know how much danger I am in, I am choosing to react calmly and rationally, instead of how you seem to be reacting, which is to run around like a chicken without a head. Odd seeing as you are the more experienced field agent." I tell him, keeping my voice even the whole time, a blank look on my face.

"You don't have to be an asshole just because someone put a hit out on you, you know that right?" Tony asks pissily, put out that I was rude.

I can hear Alfred's voice in my head urging me to apologise for insulting his ability as an agent, especially because my reaction is, admittedly, the odd one.

I ignore it, choosing instead to focus on whatever news the agent that's walking down the stairs has. The nervousness on his face as well as his body language giving away the fact that he does in fact have something to tell us.

"Sir?" he says, approaching Gibbs's desk.

Gibbs simply looks up with an expectant look on his face, the rest of us having stopped talking to listen to what the agent has to say.

"The bodyguard that was hired just arrived, he said that his previous job ended earlier than expected." the agent says, constantly looking between Gibbs's face and the floor.

"Is someone taking him up?" Gibbs asks

"Yes, he should be here any minute" the agent says, walking quickly away when Gibbs turns away from him, effectively dismissing him.

I groan internally as I think of all the time that I would have had to get away from my team before tomorrow, time that is now going to be spent trying to lose a bodyguard, without alerting my team to the fact that I had gotten rid of him.

"How's my favorite replacement doing?" I hear a very familiar voice ask, fake cheer infused in every syllable.

"Fucking hell" I mutter, spinning my chair around to look at my older brother, who is sporting his usual attire, black jeans, tee-shirt, brown leather jacket, two guns strapped to his thighs, two around his ribs, one on his ankle, one on his hip, and a multitude of other weapons and explosives stashed all over his body.

"I didn't realise you were still working as a bodyguard" I say, raising an eyebrow as he perches on the edge of my desk, completely ignoring the rest of my team.

"I took a break, then I decided to come back, only then I came across your file, couldn't pass that up" he says, continuing with the fake cheer and upbeat personality, although he's likely to drop it soon.

"Sure" I mutter, knowing that one of them must have caught wind of the League having my alias as a target, and the best person to go under for this job is Jason. He's been under in this agency quite a few times, and a few more just for fun, and he's the least recognisable one of them, considering everyone thinks he's still dead.

It would be easy for him to get the job because he knows, and has saved the owner more than a few times, and when he wants a job, Johnny lets him take a look through the jobs he has to assign, and pick one that he wants.

All they had to do was point my boss in the direction of that security company, which isn't hard, seeing as they are highly recommended and not overly expensive, and then let Jason go see Johnny about a job.

"Do you know him?" Abby asks, confusion clear on her face, even as she checks him out.

"Yes, me and Jason have known each other since we were kids" I say, signing to him behind my desk to introduce himself, not in sign language though, in a language that Bruce and Dick created, and the rest of us have added to over the years. It's still a bit rough, but it's better than people knowing what we're talking about.

"My name is Jason Cross, I was hired to be Tim's bodyguard until the League eases off. If this job proves to be too much for just me to take care of I have a few coworkers on standby. I was told that you are all going to be sticking close to him for the time being, that's fine by me, but you don't get to tell me what to do, and you stay out of my business, my work, and all the other fun little things cops like to dig into. I was hired to protect him, and I don't need a cop with a hero complex to fuck that up." Jason says, starting off good and then devolving the longer he talks.

"Jesus Jason, really?" I ask, wondering why he felt the need to add that part.

"This is my job, I understand that you are cops, but I was hired to make sure he doesn't die, nobody on my watch has yet, and it would be a shame for that to change. Stay out of my way, and I have first say when it comes to safety precautions." Jason says, and I understand that this 'apology' of sorts is him not wanting me to be pissy while he's stuck to my side.

"Tony" Tony introduces a moment later.

"Abby"

"Gibb's"

"Ziva"

One by one they all introduce themselves, although Ziva has this look on her face, like she's trying to figure out who Jason is.

"Great, let's get the fuck out of here then" Jason says, twirling his finger in a circle as he finally lets a scowl settle on his face.

"There he is" I mutter, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me.

"So, how come you were sent and not any of the others?" I ask, feeling him out, trying to figure out if the coworkers he has on standby are the rest of my brothers or actual coworkers.

"I get the pick of cases, I also work alone, if the job permits. This one should, I was just letting you know ahead of time that I have backup if I need it, cause I'm nice like that." he says, giving me nothing.

I glare at him, knowing that he knows what I want to know.

"Goldie and the Demon are on standby" he says suddenly, in Romanian.

"Was that so hard?" I ask back, also using Romanian.

"No it wasn't, I just like fucking with you" he says, reverting back to english.

"Asshole" I mutter, stuffing a few files into my bag as I do so.

"Where are you living?" he asks a few moments later, once everyone has packed their things and boarded the elevator.

"Apartment a few miles away" I tell him.

"Are all these people even going to fit in your apartment?" he asks, making me roll my eyes.

"I changed apartments since the last time you were down, Alf insisted that I was trying to get myself hurt living there, deemed it unworthy." I tell him, remembering the scornful looks the butler sent my walls when he last came by for a visit.

"Where are you living now?" he asks, continuing the conversation.

"Penthouse" I tell him, knowing that he's just gathering information so that if someone does actually come after me, it's easier to take care of.

"Okay, send me the address, i'll meet you there" he says as we leave the building, him going to his motorcycle, and me to my car.

"You guys can just follow" I tell my team, heading to my car as I send out text him my address.

I finally get inside my car, tinted windows and all, before I drop my head into my chest, pinching the bridge of my nose as I push back waves of exhaustion.

It's been too many days since i've last slept, but I was busy with a case for B, the case I was on with the team, and trying to get the League off my back.

Today was the first day that any of them realised that someone was trying to kill me, and I don't know how long my family was aware of the threat, but i've known for roughly five days, and i've been up a bit longer than that, having been busy with writing a report when someone first took a shot at me through my window, which was what alerted me to the hit having been placed.

They would have all been blissfully unaware of the threat to my life, if it wasn't for the assassin who tried to kill me with throwing knives on the way to a crime scene this morning, like as if that was the most reliable weapon they could find.

Either way, now my family and my team know about the hit, and I want them to leave me alone to take care of it, instead they are going to 'protect me' with their smothering nearness and arguments when I tell them to leave me alone.

I hear a horn blare a few feet to my right and it's only then that I realise that everyone is waiting for me to leave the lot before they do.

So it's with a heavy sigh that I turn the key, pulling out onto the main road as I wince at the potholes I can't avoid, aggravating my cracked ribs.

A few turns later and I can see my building, which is, of course, when a truck slams into the side of my car, sending the car spinning out, and my head into the glass of my window.

I blink my eyes as blood flows from the gash on the side of my head, running into my eye and down my face, hot and stinging as it runs over other cuts.

I feel my cracked ribs break and my shoulder wrench out of place as i'm thrown from one side of my seat to the other.

The breath is knocked out of my lungs by the steering wheel, and I can feel the sharp cut of my door, having been previously mangled by the truck that slammed into it, as my leg is thrown against it, slicing a deep cut along the outside of my thigh.

I blink away the dizziness and the pain as my car finally stops moving, I watch through the cracked windshield as Jason drags the driver of the truck out of his window, throwing punches as he does so, before shooting him in both knees, point blank, and searching him for weapons.

I listen to the guy scream as Jason throws him to the ground, the guys gun in hand, before walking away from him and towards me, a furious look on his face.

"Fucking hell, you alright Tim?" he asks as he approaches my totalled car, wrenching open the mangled door and scanning me for injuries as he goes.

"I'm fine" I mutter, trying to clear my head as he leans over and unbuckles me, leaving me in the seat as my team screeches into the lot that I spun into when I was hit, jumping out of their cars and rushing over to check on me.

As soon as Gibbs sees that i'm talking, he turns, moving his attention to the screaming man who hit me, a curious look on his face as he turns back towards us.

"I shot him in the knees" Jason clarifies.

"I'll call this in" Gibbs says as Jason finishes checking me over for major injuries, murmuring a quick 'sorry' when he pokes my ribs, making me hiss out a breath.

"Okay, let's get you to a car, and then your apartment. I can clean you up there" Jason says, rolling his eyes as my team begins to loudly protest, saying that I need a hospital.

"I'm fine, Jay can patch me up" I tell them, pushing off my seat and turning to throw my legs out the side of the car, wincing when a shot of pain flashes through my leg as well as my ribs, my head, and my shoulder.

"A little help Jay" I ask, bringing my hand up to wipe some blood from my eye, only to have it replaced moments later.

He moves into the side of my body that has the cut in my thigh, not the one with the dislocated shoulder. Now while I do prefer that he didn't try to hold me up by my dislocated shoulder, my bleeding thigh being pressed into the rough material of his pants isn't much better.

I wince as he levers me up from the totalled car, gritting my teeth as his jeans scrape against my gash. A few steps later though, I find my feet no longer on the ground.

"I can walk" I tell Jason pissily, narrowing my eyes as he carries me to Tony's car.

"Not very well" he replies simply, depositing me in the passenger seat and checking me over once more.

Then he moves around the side of the car and levels a glare at Tony, leaning down and growling something into his ear before he walks back to his bike, leaving Tony looking pale as he slides into the driver's seat.

Normally I would ask what Jason said, but right now I'm too focussed on not passing out from blood loss and trying to block my pain, which, if I felt in full force right now, would also cause me to pass out.

We arrive at my apartment building a few minutes later, with Abby in the backseat, and Gibbs and Ziva waiting for the police to arrive at the scene.

Jason pulls up behind us moments later, and it's then that I realise that it was his motorcycle that I could hear rumbling closely behind us the while time.

Jason hops off the bike and makes his way around to my side of the car, looking down at me contemplatively for a moment before he bends over, pulling me from the car.

I growl upon realising that Jason has apparently given up completely on letting me try to walk, and simply pulls me into his chest and carries me into the building, telling Abby to pull my keys from my pocket and get the door.

A few moments later we are in the elevator, headed to the top floor.

"Fuck, I thought with your, you know, smallness, you would be lighter" Jason snarks as we stand in the elevator, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Or maybe you just aren't as built as you think you are" I snipe back, chuckling as he glares down at me.

"Or maybe you just aren't in peak condition anymore" he says back

"Or maybe i'm not as small as everyone would like to believe" I tell him, letting my head dangle over his arm as I laugh, too tired to hold it up anymore.

"Do you wanna break your neck?" Jason asks grumpily as he uses the arm around my shoulders to push my head back until it's resting on his shoulder, no longer in danger of breaking if he knocks into anything.

"Aw, you do care" I murmur, giggling as I find myself floating more than staying grounded. I would try to stop myself, but floating is nice, and I think i'd like to stay like this for a little longer.

"Fuck you" he says, although the fact that there isn't any heat behind his words defeats the purpose of them.

His glare paired with his words make my giggles get more and more hysterical, until they fade into nothingness alongside me.

AN Thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. :)