A/N: Post-ep for Uncle. This is a round robin, meaning that more than one author has written it. This particular section is written by Animaltalker and Cardinal Robbins here on Sarah Zelman belongs to an AU created by Cardinal Robbins (which can be found here as November Rain). We hope you enjoy this story, has it has taken a while to get it not only written, but fully edited. Comments very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: SVU is not ours. Zelman belongs to Cardinal Robbins.

"Where the hell is he?" a man bellowed as he stormed into the SVU bullpen.

Stabler quickly assessed the man; 6 foot, fit, late fifties, balding salt and pepper hair and an air of confidence. "Who are you and who are you looking for?"

"Andy Munch, CIA," he said, flashing credentials, "I'm looking for my cousin Johnny. He's got some explaining to do." Sarah Zelman raised her head, pen held in midair. Andy...

"Are you Andrew Munch's son?" Stabler asked curiously.

"Yeah, and I want Johnny to explain how he could let my Dad get in this mess."

"How could you? He's your father!" John yelled as he entered the bullpen. Sarah turned her chair, now watching as her partner stormed in.

"I have responsibilities."

"Yeah, like keeping the 5th commandment."

"Both of you, take it to an interrogation room now!" Sarah snapped, standing and moving away from her desk. She had never been able to decide whether to like Andy or not, and as he stood fuming before her, she tried not to let his anger cloud her judgement.

"No, we're going to settle this here and now!" John shouted. "Where in the hell were you when Andrew walked away from his home in Florida?" He started for his cousin and Stabler lunged as the two men almost came to blows. Elliot saw Sarah grab John by the shoulders as he threw his weight against Andy.

"Dammit! That's enough!" Sarah shouted. The entire bullpen fell silent. No one had heard her this angry before.

"Who do you think you are?" the younger Munch asked pointedly, shrugging hard out of Stabler's grasp.

John stared at Sarah, silent. She was about to go 'bad cop,' he could tell. Andy, you have no idea what you've started, he thought, watching them both carefully.

"Right now, I'm NYPD to you," she asserted. "Some of us have work to do and it's a little easier doing it without you yelling at my partner." She could feel the raw anger welling within. "So shut the hell up -- and take it to a room."

John watched as she stared Andy down, forcing him to return to a measure of civility once more. She was about two inches from him, the six inches of height he had over her meant nothing as she dressed him down in front of everyone.

"Look... I'm sorry. I...just want to know about my Dad." He couldn't shake her gaze, but it calmed him rather than challenging him.

"C'mon, like I said before, we're going to settle this," John said, leading Andy to an interrogation room. "Sarah's coming with us, in case we need a mediator." She had brokered peace between him and Bernie when they'd squabbled; he knew she'd be needed for any discussion regarding his uncle's care.

Sarah and Andy glared icily at each other, before both grudgingly followed John.