Theme: Angst/Tragedy

Pairing: None, Heck centric

Rating: T

A/N: Rating is for slightly graphic descriptions of character death. It isn't too extreme, but I thought that you should be warned before you read. On a side note, this is the 50th drabble, so yay!

Heck had only been a cop for a few years when he was called out on the report of a car accident. He was still a rookie, and in the small town of Darton, nothing truly ghastly happened. A few speeding tickets, underage drinking or minor car accidents were the worst things that he had had to deal with so far. Until that call.

He pulled up to the crashed car, lights on, but the sirens were silent. He didn't think that this was going to be an emergency. He pulled out his flashlight and took a closer look at the overturned car. He didn't see anyone standing near by, maybe they had gone to get help?

The car was embedded in a snow back, still running. He called out, stating that he was the police. There was no answer. He walked up to the driver side, carful not to step in the growing puddle of water. He shone his light into the window, and jumped back when he saw the face of Louise Forster.

He backed away from the gruesome sight of the dead woman. He felt bile rise in his throat and struggle to not throw up. He half walked, half stumbled back to his squad car. He picked up his radio and stuttered into it that he needed an ambulance and back-up. He wasn't equipped to deal with something like this, not yet. He thought of Louise. She was always so nice, going around town with her daughter, talking with everyone she saw.

Her daughter. When he thought of that he remembered that he would be the one to tell Wyatt that he wouldn't see his wife agin. To tell Sam that she wouldn't see her mother again.

He couldn't hold it back this time, he threw up, overcome with news he now had to deliver.