AN: Since all the oneshots so far have been cute and fluffy, I thought I'd hit you with some angst! Hope you enjoy!
Words (excluding author's note): 166
Officer Davis hated his job sometimes.
He glanced down at the notes for the particular case then up at the young woman who had been asked to come down to the police station.
One look at her and he hated his job even more.
The woman was clearly expecting a baby.
"Mrs Tripp," he paused to take a breath. "I'm afraid that your husband is...well, he's...dead..."
At first, the woman doesn't react. Then he heard a quiet, "Are you sure?" He nodded, hearing her begin to sob as the reality of the situation hit her all at once.
"We'll need you to identify the body but, in your current condition..." he trailed off.
"I'll do it," she interrupted. "I need to see for myself." He thought he heard her whisper, "Why would he leave me now? He promised!"
"If you'd like to wait here while I make some calls," he said.
Yes, Officer Davis really hated his job.
