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Sterile
He fell.
It was an absurd moment. When your vision goes blurry and the floor can't come slowly enough.
Moments when the floor is moving in extreme slow motion toward you. When it does hit you, for a moment it feels like relief...until ya move.
Nick, Greg, and Warrick all saw the whole thing from the Denali and god did it make their own testicles shrink at the sight.
Sara felt him fall more than saw it happen. Her Grissom Spidey-sense kicked in.
She sensed he was in pain-then she turned around and saw him drop.
At first she thought he'd been shot so she rushed over to help him.
He wheezed out in a very angry sob, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Then she noted the lack of blood and the raised tendons on his neck, the tears around his tightly clenched eyes, his mouth open in painful 'O' and the classic telltale 'hands clutching balls' position.
She snickered.
Even Catherine pissed herself, laughing at her boss, who was trying hard not to move from his foetal-like position on the floor.
Grissom wanted to die.
He wanted the hot desert earth to open up and swallow him. He was so embarrassed and in pain too.
It happens at least once in a man's life...and getting cloncked in the gonads HURTS!
Maybe he should have gone around it like most normal people, or moved it like he was told to, but, no!
The whimsical scientist had to prove himself and go over the crime scene kit and in turn hit the nail on the head, so to speak.
Grissom stepped over the box successfully but got his foot caught in the string of the camera and fell forward.
His grand self preservation technique was to extend his arms and, in turn, drop his crime scene kit, which landed awkwardly on its side, allowing the blunt corner of the case to contact his precious man jewels.
Unimaginable pain ripped through him from his scrotum to his stapes and Grissom's first thought was, 'GOD I'M NEVER GOING TO HAVE KIDS.'
But that was quickly quenched with the feeling of bile in his throat.
A series of 'Oohs' came from the men in the car along with the feeling of sympathy.
But Catherine and Sara both found humour to it... though if they were dudes, they'd probably understand.
Warrick and Nick both helped their fearless leader into his town house and carefully, with much effort, lowered him to the couch. Greg busied himself preparing an ice pack for Grissom's bruised fruits.
Catherine drove the evidence to the lab and Sara watched as her lover groaned in pain.
Her thought as this point was 'How long until we can have sex again?'She had to admit that in this state he looked cute and vulnerable, aside from the fact that he'd squished his berries and may become a eunuch.
Warick, Greg, and Nick said their condolences and left silently.
"Let me see," she whispered.
He promptly opened his belt and undid the buttons, and thanked the heavens that they were buttons and not a zipper. Grissom carefully slid the boxers down as best he could. Sara noted the heavy sacks...angry and inflamed...and she could honestly say the sight scared her.
"Jesus, Gil, I'm calling Al!"
Grissom rolled his eyes and grimaced for the thousandth time that night. Shit!