Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Takes place during Manhunt. What can I say? Manhunt, Munch, it all does crazy thing to my mind.
He put himself between her and the squad, holding her arm. The top of her head didn't even touch his chin. He walked up to the window, the squad watching as he talked softly to her. "Whenever you're ready, Sarah."
Her head was bowed, but she slowly raised it at his words. She seemed to break down, shuddering coming over her, and she fell to the side, into him. "Which one, Sarah?"
"Detective..." the assistant district attorney warned. He paid her no heed.
He held her to him, as she looked up from his chest and said, in a shaky voice, "He's not there," and buried her face once more into him.
The squad looked on as he held her and she cried.