"Law and Order: CI" Flash Fiction

                                  "Law and Order:CI"  Flash fiction                  -313WORDS-

    "The Captain wants to see us Goren,"  Detective Eames called to her partner.  They both shuffled into their boss's office, eager for some much needed good news.
    "Shut the door.  They found another one.  On Fifteenth street behind a dumpster.  Same M.O.  But this time he slipped up.  There's DNA.  Pick him up!"  Captain Ross ordered.
    Goren and Eames quickly ran out, already calling for back-up.  "We're finally going to get that son of a bitch!"  Eames exclaimed, glad to finally solve this six-month horrific case.  If convicted, James John Manson would face the death penalty for the brutal murders of seven people. 
    They pulled up the Crown Victoria to Manson's shit-hole apartment above a Chinese restaurant.  Moments later, three patrol cars rolled up.  The cops jumped out of their vehicles, guns drawn and ready.  Next, the SWAT van arrived, and eight men hopped out.  They rushed to the building door and entered with weapons ready.  The whole group piled upstairs, and surrounded apartment 3B, Manson's residence.
    "Police!  Open up!  We have a warrant!"  Goren shouted, banging on the door.  They heard a shuffle inside, then a door slam.  The SWAT men plunged the door open and stormed in.  "Clear!"  one man shouted.
    "We got a body!"  another man screamed.  "D.O.A."  Eames rushed over to examine the body.
    "Freeze!"  Goren shouted from a back room.  "Put the gun down!  Put your hands over your head!"
    Eames quickly entered the room, staying hidden from the suspect.  She glanced and noticed Manson holding a gun to his head.  Goren was pointing his .45 glock at Manson.  "I said put the gun down!"  Goren yelled even louder.
    Eames positioned herself for a perfect shot.  She could end this with just one blow.  Bang!  Bang!  She fired two shots back to back.  Manson's body crumpled and fell to the floor.
    "Eames!"  Goren looked terrified, yet relieved.  "That was so dangerous!  What were  you thinking?!"
    "I wanted to kill him.  Make him pay for all the lives he tortured and ended.  But, then I decided he would suffer more in prison, on death row.  So I just decided to wound him.  My first shot was in the shoulder, second in the leg."  Eames walked towards Manson, who was moaning and shaking.  He was still alive.
    "You bitch!"  Manson muttered loudly.  He reached for the gun that fell out of his hand, and raised it high.
    Eames quickly recovered her weapon and shot Manson in the head, right between the eyes.  She dropped her gun, and fell to the ground.  "Fuck...You..."  Eames slowly babbled.  Case solved.