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Title: Broadchurch: Sins Of The Father

Date of commencement: September 22 2013

Date of completion: December 24 2014

Series: Broadchurch, a sequel to the original, and following on from Life Without Joe

Rating: M

Authors: tkel_paris and tardis_mole

Summary: Two years after Danny's death, life is slowly getting back to normal in Broadchurch. But Hardy's happy life is about to be turned upside down by a spectre from the past he had hoped had been laid to rest. Someone from his past wants to talk to him, someone wants revenge, someone wants to see him ruined. But it's not one 'someone'. But first, he must face the girl in his garden.

Disclaimer: We own nothing, but this is based on Broadchurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain nor financial benefit nor gratuities, only the enjoyment from writing and working together on this epic journey, shared for the enjoyment of others.

Dedication: Chris Chibnal, long time friend. bas_math_girl, for her beta. And each other for hopefully not ruining each other's lives for too long during the writing part.

Warning: If you have not watched Broadchurch in its entirety, do not read this. We mean it. You will be spoiled. Stop and go back. Now. Ideally you have seen the entire show, not just what was aired on BBC America if you live on that side of the pond, but this is understandable in either case. Also, if you have not read tardis_mole's Life Without Joe, that's okay. It's possible to read this without reading that, if you're not on Moley's approved list. You'll probably find this makes a little more sense if you have read it, but you should be fine without it. Take the time to read Erin Kelly’s novelization, if you can, as it provided certain details that helped with writing this. Though you won’t need to rely on it.

Authors' Notes: See Episode One, Part One. They're a bit long to include in each post.

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Previously...

Episode Six, Part Four: Bittersweet Symphony

Ellie led Hardy into their bedroom. “Come on, you bully. You need to rest.”

“And you don’t?”

“I snatched a few hours here and there at the station while no one was looking,” she admitted. “But you didn’t. Coz I saw the lights on when I went passed the other night, you daft bugger. So don’t lie to me. You’ve been awake as much as I have. Get undressed and get into bed. Or... do you need help finding the buttons?”

He shook his head even as he did not resist her searching fingers. In fact her efforts just made him amused more than anything. “I can't rest, though, Ellie. Too much to think about.”

“Well, try thinking a little more softly. You're running on empty.”

“I've been eating.”

“I mean emotionally and mentally. You've had too much on your plate. And before you say it, my plate’s not that full. I’ve had a team to delegate to. What have you had, stuck at hone?”

“I haven’t minded the househusband role as much as I thought I would,” he conceded.

Ellie stared at him, startled. “Don’t go down that road. We can’t afford it, and, two, I am not repeating history.”

“I’m not Joe,” he replied.

“Good, because after a while the novelty wears off, and you’d be itching to get back to work. I know you. These last few weeks have been a torment, so don’t tell me otherwise.” Ellie kissed him gently. “I'm just grateful you've already had the surgery. I can't lose you. Not then, not now, not ever.”

He met her eyes. “Ellie, I haven't asked. I should have, and I didn’t. I’m sorry. How has this been for you? I can't imagine what you went through having to think that I might have... been anything like Joe.”

She blew a breath through her teeth. “My heart screamed at me the whole time that the evidence linking you was wrong, that I couldn't have been so cautious only to make another mistake in judgement. I felt sick every moment I had to imagine how you might have committed rape and murder. But you know me. I’m stubborn. I refused to let them derail me from looking at all the possibilities. You once said not to trust anyone, and I had to act on that.”

“You did the right thing.”

“Doesn't mean it didn't hurt to do it. I was so terrified that the next clue would drag you in deeper, and worried about what you were thinking about the position I was putting you in. We still haven’t found Luiz Gotleib’s clothes, Louise Dusk’s epi-pen, or the shoes that made the footprints outside. It’s bloody frustrating. And that night we argued in front of Tom kept going in circles in my head. It made me almost too afraid to come home, just in case I found you gone. Just in case you’d left me a note.”

“I'm so sorry I ever thought about leaving. I was so hurt... I lashed out.”

“Well, I did that to you when you were too weak to defend yourself, left without giving you a chance to explain. So... I suppose that makes us even.”

“Doesn't mean I don't owe you an apology for being an arse.”

She had to smirk. “This time or all times?”

Hardy scowled at her, but there was no force behind it. He finally cracked a smile. “You can be as much of a bully as I am when you want to be. Threatening your boss with a cup of piss?”

“I never actually did it,” she defended.

“I don't doubt you would have if I'd given you reason.”

“Who says you haven’t?” she threw back.

He grinned and chuckled softly as his hands caressed her back.

Ellie lost her humour as she looked into his eyes. “I can't describe the relief I felt as it became clear that you couldn't have committed any of the murders. This last one we knew you were innocent of because you had a solid alibi from the start, but we needed the DNA and other evidence to come in before I could positively clear your name. I always held out hope that you would be exonerated and reinstated. My only worry now is how we make sure the town knows without breaking any of our rules about information release or giving more ammunition to parasites like Karen White.”

“We're going to mention her here?”

“Sorry. Just checking that you're paying attention.”

“Don't spoil the mood, please.”

“I didn't know we had a mood to spoil.”

“I’ve been trying to work one up,” he pointed out. “We haven't been together since the night this all started. We haven't slept in the same bed unless we're both exhausted and here. I could count on one hand how many times that's happened in the past few weeks. I almost had hopes of something extra special happening tonight.”

Ellie noted the exhaustion in his face, the weight that the worrying and the unknowns had left on him. “At least this time I don't have to worry about your heart.”

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They had been kissing for several minutes, just to calm his nerves at first. Then she went to work on his frustrations and his anger. She was clever. She knew all the right moves and when to use them. It seemed a bit incongruous to be making love in the middle of a murder investigation. But they needed time for each other. Outside work hours was their time.

The children were fast asleep, so now was the perfect opportunity to remind each other why they had said I do. Not that a month and a bit was long enough to forget, strictly speaking. He needed this time to reconnect with her. As Mark and Beth had said, and Paul. Mark and Beth had been through hell and had come through the other side. If they could do it, he was sure he could live with Ellie heading an investigation without him. Besides, how could he be jealous of someone he had trained to be like himself?

Not that he was thinking about that at this particular juncture. Not while she was teasing another juncture. She had impressive skills, did this Detective Sergeant. She was able to tear the most unmanly sounds out of him. On seconds thoughts, they were not even human. And to that, she could do that more than once.

He was already breathless and sweaty and trembling when she finally joined them. If he was honest, ever since the day they had met he had been imagining this. Even while he missed Tess and propositioned Becca and investigated Joe, he had wanted Ellie. He had never told her, but he had an inkling that she had guessed; she had run to him when Brian had asked her out. Big clue.

A mobile rang, right as they both got very close to finishing. They groaned, and he pushed away slowly, trying to not blow.

“That's yours, isn't it?”

Ellie reached out and grabbed the mobile from the bedside table. “Yeah,” she growled. “This had better be vital, spoiling a good one.” She pressed the button, without checking the caller ID. “Miller...? Oh good... Good to know... No, I’m at home. Been sent home to sleep... Yeah. I’ll see you then... Bye.” She clicked end call and almost slammed it into the tabletop. “Maggie. Good friend, lousy timing!”

Hardy rejoined them at once. “What did she say?”

“She’s gone to Leatherhead to follow some leads.”

Hardy frowned. “Leatherhead?”

“No idea. And right now I don’t care.”

She pulled him closer, returning to their pre-interruption state with haste and vigour. The fireworks were about to mutually explode when his phone on the bedside table suddenly sprang into life.

“Oh! For fuck sake!!” He grabbed his mobile, pressed the button hard enough to shove it through the back cover, and roared into the mic. “Yess!!!!”

The strangled note was not like his voice at all. Amorous anger, if there was such a thing, tended to do strange things to your vocal chords.

“No, it’s... fine,” he panted, shuffling off Ellie as he answered. “What’s happened...? I knew it! I knew this was going to happen!” he shrieked.

Ellie quickly plucked the phone from his fingers, leaving him to punch a fist into the pillows. “Miller,” she said into the phone. “No, we were - uhm - anyway. What’s happened? A break in the case?”

DC Broome, the voice on the other end of the line, launched right into the reason behind her call. “We got a call from the Traders’. Daisy Hardy took a walk earlier and hasn't come back.”

“What??!!” Ellie nearly screamed into the phone, louder and more shrill than her husband had been.

Anna drew the phone a little away from her ear for a moment. “I've already ordered uniforms and SOCO there to check for any evidence of foul play. Her mother didn't even know she'd taken a walk until they got back from the hospital. Said she was supposed to be napping.”

“When was her daughter last seen...?”

“Around 4pm.”

Ellie glanced at the clock. 11pm. “And it’s only now been rung in...?”

“Becca assumed Daisy had gone back to the hospital, but her parents have just arrived without her.”

“I see.” Ellie thought that was plausible, but give what they knew about Bruce Stratton... her heart was sinking.

“I’m really sorry to call you back in,” Anna continued. “But Super wants everyone recalled to stop another potential crime. She’s asked me to tell you that Hardy is needed back here to play catch-up and to have you go straight to the Traiders’. Really sorry.”

“No, I’ll be right there.”

“Meet you in five minutes?”

“A bit difficult, since it’ll take that long for my sister to wake up and another ten minutes to get here.”

“How long will you be?”

“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be as quick as we can.”

“See you there.”

“Bye.” She ended the call. “Super wants us both in. Better get showered and dressed. I’ll call Lucy. Oh, she is not going to like this.”

“What did Anna say? Is Daisy all right?”

“No one knows. She went for a walk and didn’t come back.” She paused, taking a breath to be able to tell him. “She could have been gone since 4pm, but no one noticed until now. Seven bloody hours and no one noticed!”

Hardy had never turned paler in his life. He screamed into the pillow.

Ellie rounded the bed. “Listen, darling,” she coaxed. “You’re not going to help anything or anyone if you don’t pull yourself together.”

“Daisy is missing! I knew this would happen! And what are we doing? Having sex-”

“Alec!” she snapped. “You’re doing her no favours by panicking. Shower. Dressed. Now.”

“She could be dead!”

“At this point in time, she’s not. All right? What do you always tell me?”

“Shut it off,” he recalled. He was on the verge of tears, already panicked. How the hell could he shut it off? Now, he understood what it was like for them out there, the normal people. Now he knew what it had been like for Ellie seeing her best friend’s son lying on the beach. He took a deep breath, mentally pulled out his policeman’s handbook and flicked through its time-honoured pages. He had memorised every page, every word and supplicated it like Canon. His eyes sought hers in the darkness, now more than ever needing her as his anchor. “Our places are reversed this time,” he noted. “And this time it’s more personal. She’s my daughter.” He sobbed quietly and the tears escaped. “I can’t lose her, Ellie. Not now!”

“We’ll find her,” she promised him. She couldn’t speak the second sentence. It would have sounded glib and would be a promise too far. “We’ll find her,” she repeated. She watched him nod and get up. Once he was out of the room and she could hear the water in the bathroom, she dialled her sister. It took an age for Lucy to answer. “Lucy, I’m really sorry, but something’s come up... No, Alec’s daughter’s gone missing... Yeah, he’s in a right state, but they want us down at the station... could you? You’re a love... Yeah, see you in a minute...”

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To be continued...

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