Who's Got Balls?

By Maaaaa

By now a lesser man would have accepted the fact that Ellison was handing him his balls.

Not Sandburg. His were hanging just fine.

The narrow alley still vibrated with tension from the bust. Brains, bluster and balls had subdued the perp; one very irate sentinel seemed to think brawn and backup should have been used.

The standoff dragged on through the eternity of the next two minutes.

It was Ellison who 'blinked'.

A shaky hand reached up and brushed a curl off his partner's sweat streaked brow before gently slapping a pale cheek.

"Don't ever do that again, Chief."


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