Gain his trust. That had been Arthur's plan, to gain Hamish's trust before striking. That wasn't exactly what he had learned from Jim or his dad, but everyone had their own style, right? It would cause more damage than just shooting Hamish.
But shooting Hamish didn't involve actual contact with him.
And not having contact with him meant no risk of actually becoming *attached* to him. Sentiment wasn't a good thing, that's what he'd been told. Not like Jim listened to that, but whatever, Arthur would. What could go wrong?
He had introduced himself simply, at the beginning of a class. Arthur Roe was the name he had chosen. He couldn't use his usual surname, Hamish would recognize 'Moran' and Arthur wasn't stupid, he wouldn't use 'Moriarty'.
Hamish had studied him quickly, eyes sweeping over him with a quick glance. A slightly frown before nodding and mumbling his name. Taking the seat next to him, Arthur continued to speak. Acting, of course. Pretending to be someone trying a bit too hard to start a conversation. Hamish looked confused at first before slowly responding to whatever Arthur asked, then smiling a bit.
Yup, defiantly easy to get to him.
And again, it was all an act.
At first anyway.
"Hamish, what're we doing here"?, Arthur muttered, jogging after Hamish. "Breaking into a crime scene, of course", Hamish responded in an oddly cheerful tone as he snuck pass the police cars. "Dad brought me along when I was old enough. I haven't been on one since he...", his voice drifted off before he smiled again. "Never been close to one...kinda cool actually", Arthur grinned as he followed Hamish closer to the actual scene. "Although, what happens if we get caught?"
"Oh Lestrade wont mind...", Hamish muttered, glancing around before ducking behind a car. "Then why are you hiding?", Arthur smirked teasingly. "Well he may have changed his mind...", Hamish replied, before jumping up and walking quickly. "See, there's the body. Murder obviously". He made a face before adding. "Quite violent too...". Arthur hummed in response, glancing up to get a better look. Oh that was nothing, he'd grown up with worse than that...
Best not to say that out loud
"Hamish? Hamish, what're you doing here?!"
Cursing under his breath, Hamish smiled innocently as the detective inspector approached them with a scowl. "Uh helping! You need help, right? That's why you went to my dad for help...".
"Kids aren't allowed at a crime scene, you've got to leave"
"Didn't have a problem before", Hamish mumbled. Arthur held back smirk, continuing to glance around. "Just-come on, you've got to go", Lestrade repeated firmly. "Please! 5 minutes! I swear we'll be gone, just 5 minutes!", Hamish began to beg, blinking up at Lestrade. Arthur bit his lip to keep the laughter down. Lestrade sighed, muttering something about Sherlock before nodding and walking away with a "god help me" expression on his face. Hamish grinned before walking closer and crouching down next to the body. "You know you looking ridiculous, right?", Arthur asked, laughing loudly as he glanced down. "But it worked, didn't it?"
"True"
Hamish smirked faintly, studying the victim quickly. "Any deductions then?", Arthur asked, already feeling a bit bored. Hamish didn't respond, continuing to look over. "Stabbed, obviously, you can see it right here-", he quickly drew back his arm, looking slightly disgusted. Arthur snorted. "Feeling a bit sick then, Hamish?"
"You're oddly calm yourself", Hamish retorted, standing up. "I..."
"Oh look, it's freak Jr.", both boys immediately looked up to see Donavon glaring at them. She scowled as she glanced at Arthur. "And his little Rottweiler'
Rottweiler? Arthur bit back a sharp retort, growling lightly in response instead, smirking as Hamish elbowed him. "Hello, Donavon!", Hamish smirked, slowly walking away from the body. "Don't bother telling me to leave, I've got permission to stay for about...another 2 minutes".
"Kids, especially not ones like you, aren't allowed here"
"Lestrade says otherwise"
"We are don't here though, aren't we?", Arthur asked quietly. "Got everything we need to know. Obvious who the killer was"
"What?", Donavon glanced up. "Too bad kids aren't aloud", Arthur shrugged, smirking faintly as Donavon began to protest as Hamish quickly ran away quickly with Arthur laughing behind him.
"That was...interesting"
"Told you it was fun"
