James Hathaway was a wonderful man, a brilliant Detective Sergeant, and would've made a wonderful Detective Inspector once I'd retired.
He had a brilliant mind, full of inane trivia. I've always felt, that I learn more from him, than he ever learnt from me. His mind allowed him to make connections that many, myself included, wouldn't've dreamed about making.
Cliché as it sounds, he always made me laugh. He was quick with his wit. I always thought that he could've done anything, but I and many other, are delighted that he chose to come and work with us on the force.
He was quick to try saving people, if a person was in danger, he would throw himself in the way. He saved my life more than once, at the risk of his own life. His selflessness astounded me.
Even though, at first, I was wary of him, the scholar, I found that I would've done anything for him. He was there to stop me when I found out who had killed my wife.
But I never told him that, nor how much he actually meant to me. I wish I could tell him, but its too late now, so I'd simply like to say, Goodbye Detective Sergeant James Hathaway.
A/N I feel extremely mean, for killing Hathaway of again, but it just came to me in Maths. Thank you for reading this.