"Crap." Tim mumbles under his breath as he sees who was in the car.

He walks up to the driver's side of the car as the window slowly rolls down.

"What do you need?" Tim asks in a flat tone.

"Well, that's not a very friendly attitude to give a paying customer." Mitch smirks. Scott sat quietly in the passenger seat.

"Cut the crap, Mitch. Just tell me what you need." Tim says as he glances down the street.

"Okay, then. Fill it up, wash the windshield, oh, and check under the hood." Mitch says as he admires his freshly manicured nails.

"Yes, your highness." Tim grumbles as he walks to the gas pump and begins to fill the tank.

"So far, so good." Kirstie says as they all watch from inside.

After filling the tank with gas, Tim moves to washing the windshield. He glances at Mitch through the glass to see him with a huge smirk on his face.

"Dickweed." Tim mumbles as he moves to the passenger side.

Scott gives him a small smile.

"Pop the hood." Tim says after he finishes cleaning the glass.

Mitch rolls his eyes and huffs as he pressing the button to open the hood.

Tim raises the hood and leans over to pull the oil stick out to check the oil.

An evil smile comes across Mitch's face as he gently lays his hand on the horn.

"Mitch don't." Scott says but it was too late.

Mitch hits the horn button.

Tim jumps, hitting his head hard on the hood. He stumbles back, leaning over holding the back of his head.

"Oh, Hell no." Rob says as he starts outside with the others following. Kirstie runs immediately to Tim to see if he was alright.

"You listen to me and you listen good." Rob says laying his hands on Mitch's car window as he glares at Mitch. "What you are doing to Tim is pure harassment which is against the law. Now, you get your ass off my property and don't you dare come back or the law will be called. Understand?"

"Do you know who I am?" Mitch asks with a shocked look.

"I don't give a rat's ass who you are or who your parents are. On my property, I'm the boss." Rob growled. "This is the only full-service station in town, I guess now you'll have to get your precious ass out and pump your own gas. Cause if you even think about coming here again, I'll have your sorry butt arrested. Now, GET THE HELL OFF MY PROPERTY AND DON'T EVER COME BACK!!!"

Chance slams the hood shut and steps out of the way. "Get the hell out of here."

Mitch huffs as he throws the car into drive and squeals off.

"How is he?" Rob asks as he and Chance hurry over to where Adam, Kirstie and Avi had Tim sitting on the sidewalk.

"He's got one heck of a pump knot but I don't think it's bleeding." Adam says.

"How ya feeling?" Rob asks stooping down in front of Tim.

"I'm alright." Tim mumbles, rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't lie to me, Timmy." Rob says raising his brow.

"Okay, if you must know. My ears are ringing and feels like someone just hit me in the head with a sledgehammer." Tim says.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Adam asks. "You could have a concussion."

"Naw, I'll be fine." Tim sighs.

"I'll get you some aspirins." Chance says as he heads back inside.

"Gosh, I feel like this is all my fault." Kirstie says as she lays her head over on Tim's shoulder.

"It's not your fault he's such an *sshole." Tim says as he takes the aspirin from Chance along with a bottle of water.

"How's your hearing?" Avi asks.

"Aw, it's alright just a slight ringing." Tim says as he starts to try to get up.

Adam and Chance takes him by his arms to help him in case he was dizzy or off balance.

"You think you might oughta go home?" Rob asks.

"No, I'll be fine. I need to work." Tim says.

"Well, just don't overdo it." Rob warns as they all head back inside.

Kirstie grabs a couple slices of pizza and sticks them in the microwave for Tim, considering he hasn't had a chance to eat anything.

"Kirstie, will you and Avi mind hanging around a little while to make sure he's alright?" Rob asks.

"Sure, we don't mind at all." Kirstie smiles as she runs a hand through Tim's hair.

"Y'all are just making a big fuss over nothing." Tim says as he picks up a slice of pizza.

"Better safe than sorry." Rob says, patting Tim on the back before heading back to the supply room.

Adam and Chance go back to the garage where they already had a customer waiting.

Tim worked quietly at the computer. Every time he would close his eyes and rub his forehead trying to ease his headache, he would open his eyes only to see Kirstie and Avi staring at him with worried looks.

"Don't y'all have shopping to do or something?" Tim chuckles and shakes his head.

The buzzer to the door draws Tim's attention to the to men walking in. He smiles at the regulars, Officers Blake Shelton and Adam Levine.

"Hey, Guys. What's up?" Tim asks with a smile.

"Aw, not much." Officer Shelton smiles as he walks over to the leftover pizza. "Anyone eating this?"

"No, help yourself." Tim laughs.

"Is Rob around?" Officer Levine asks.

"Uh, yeah, sure. He's in the back." Tim says standing from his stool. "I'll go get him."

Adam comes in from the garage with a work order for the car he had just finished.

"I didn't do it." He laughs as he sees the officers.

"You have the right to remain silent until I get through eating." Blake laughs.

"Wow, that was quick." Rob laughs coming from the back room with Tim following. He grins as he shakes the officers' hand.

"So. You're having trouble out of that Grassi kid?" Officer Levine, the more professional of the two asks.

"Yep, he's harassing one of my employees and I want to put a restraining order on him." Rob says with a serious tone.

"It'll be our pleasure." Blake says with a mouth full of pizza.

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