Hey all. Sorry to say that this is the last chapter of Guilt. Thanks to Bex and Vikki for reviewing the last chapter and everyone who reviewed any chapter of this fic :D Reviews really help writers write more so thanks for that.

I know it's desperately short, and it may not make as much sense as it did inside my head, so if you have any questions at all drop me a review or a PM and i'll get back to you.

Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 12

"So what actually happened in there?" Phil asked Sam as they both stood outside Zain's hospital room, watching his unconscious form breath in and out

"I don't know." Sam replied honestly, "The guy Zain killed, David was it? Said that he had some information for me regarding the Rick Michaels case and he lead me to that warehouse. We were just talking and then Zain burst in. He was staggering all over the place. If I didn't know him any better I'd say he was drugged up. He told David to get away from me, and when he didn't he pulled out a gun and told him to back off."

"And he just shot him?" Phil asked, the disbelief evident in his voice.

"I know. I couldn't believe it either. Zain looked like he didn't know what he was doing. It was like he was processed or something. Did you get anything out of him before he collapsed?"

"Not much. He kept saying that he thought he was armed."

"Did you test him for drugs?"

"Came up negative for all the usual ones." Phil said, "You were working with him earlier. Did you notice him acting strange?"

"No he was just his usual grumpy self." Sam joked, trying to lighten the mood, however soon became serious again "But when we were out on that undercover case in the park, I thought he was going to faint. He's been acting weird for a while now."

"Ever since the David case?" Phil asked

"No, he seemed okay about that. It was mostly just after he spoke to his girlfriend."

"Zain has a girlfriend?"

"Well his ex girlfriend. They were talking just before he nearly fainted."

"She got a name?"

"I think he called her Marie."

"Marie? Marie Harris?"

"I don't know, I never met her. Why?"

"The woman who volunteered as his solicitor was called Marie…"

"Did he start acting weird after she spoke to him?"

"Actually yeah. You think she's something to do with this?"

"I don't know, we'll have to wait 'til he wakes up and ask him."

"If he wakes up." Phil said, glancing through the window again. Right on cue, the machines Zain was connected too started to beep shrilly, signaling that he was beginning to flat line. Sam and Phil looked on in horror, knowing there was nothing they could do but watch as the doctors attempted to revive the young DC.

A/N: And yes, he dies, but I couldn't write that 'cos I love him too much

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and if wnough people don't like this chapter I'll redo it.