Guilt
Summery: Zain screws up big time. What lead him to do what he did and what'll happen next? A different take on the bent copper thing that he's acting like at the minute.
Inspiration: This idea came to me while staring out the window and I borrowed the surname "Hood" from one of my elderly neighbors. No offence to him but I couldn't think of anything that didn't sound Irish.
Rating: T to be safe
Acknowledgments: Maz gave me the title as well as being my beta along with Laura. Thanks to both :D
Feedback: I need it! It inspires me to write more, faster. Escape will be updated soon too by the way.
Prologue
Zain stared at the lifeless body on the floor and then at the gun in his hand. He forced himself to look away from the body of David Hood and the blood that was slowly oozing out of the bullet wound he'd inflicted. The gun slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a clatter, breaking the deafening silence that had fallen over the room. He glanced over at his colleague, DS Samantha Nixon to check that she was alright. She was staring at him, mouth slightly open, complete shock on her face.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly. Unable to answer, she simply nodded her head. Suddenly, DS Phil Hunter burst into the warehouse
"I heard the shot" he panted breathlessly, "What…" he trailed off, seeing the body. He glanced quickly from Sam to Zain, and then finally his eyes rested on the gun at Zain's feet.
"Did you shoot him?" he said, a slight disbelieving tone to his voice.
"I… I thought…" Zain said hesitantly
"Did you shoot him?" Phil interrupted
"Yes" he said simply
"Was he armed?"
"I thought he was"
"But he wasn't?"
"No" Phil glanced from Sam to Zain again and said,
"I'm sorry. I have to do this. Zain Nadir, I'm arresting you for the murder of David Hood. You do not have to say anything but…" Zain nodded, ignoring the rest of his rights and walked towards him, trying, but failing to avoid looking at the body. He felt the handcuffs tighten about his wrists and Phil's gentle shove on the back towards the door, but suddenly he was rooted to the spot, staring at the body of a man he had once considered a friend.
"Zain" Phil said "Come on" Zain barely heard him, just kept staring at the body. He'd done a lot of questionable things in his time, but this was definitely the worst thing he'd ever done. And worst of all, under the same circumstances, he knew he would do it again in a heartbeat.