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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.



Episode Six. Part Five: In The dark

Ellie dropped Hardy off at the station. He needed something to do, which thankfully the Super had supplied, and Lucy was at the house watching the kids. Besides, now that he had been cleared for duty, he could use the time to come up to speed on the case. Maybe he might spot some gaps in their investigation, or some additional piece of evidence that they had so far overlooked. Anything would help at this point. But she wished she could see his face when he reached the same horrible conclusion that had been nagging her for the past few days.

She pulled into the Traders’ car park and parked as quickly as she could. She wanted answers, and needed some to send to a certain frantic father. Hurrying inside, she found the place practically deserted, save for a few uniforms staying out of the way of the forensics officers looking around and walking through. Ellie spotted Tess and Bruce sitting in one of the alcoves, with DC Broome and DC Frank Williams taking their statements.

“When was the last time you saw your daughter?” asked Broome.

Tess was leaning her arms on her legs, staring at some spot on the wall to her left. “She got tired again around 3:30. Walking is the only exercise she gets and she needs to be more active given the weight gain, so I let her. She was supposed to come straight to here.”

“Why was she so tired?” Frank wondered.

“She has Crohn’s Disease and it gives her a lot of pain.”

Bruce shrugged. “Sounded like her monthly hit her like a speeding lorry. I'm not comfortable talking about such things.”

“You never like talking about anything when it comes to the kids!” Tess scoffed, but there was little force behind it. She turned back to the officers. “Daisy gets very tired sometimes because of her illness. It makes her bloat when she’s stressed. She's been worried about her brother. She's probably exhausted herself. Maybe she sat down somewhere and got lost. Maybe she just needs to be found,” she hoped, suddenly genuinely upset.

Broome frowned. “When was the last time your daughter's been to a doctor?”

Tess stilled, and grimaced. “I don't remember right now. For god’s sake, what does that have to do with this?” She took a breath. “Sorry. Look. I know how these things work. I’ve done missing person searches myself. But they don’t train you on how to react when it’s your child that’s missing.”

Bruce tossed a narrow gaze at her, but dropped it before she could sense the additional eyes on her.

“Can I help the search?” Tess wondered. “I really need to be doing something, and I don’t know what.”

Anna reached out and covered one of Tess’s hands with hers in comfort. “Right now, your job is to let us do ours,” she said. “It’s not that we’re not grateful, but we know the area.”

“Forensics will need to search your room for clues, just in case there was foul play,” Frank added.

“Yeah, of course,” Tess allowed and didn’t see Bruce’s face turn pale. “Just find her, please? Don’t let that sicko get her. I want my daughter back.”

Ellie filed her response away in her mind. That seemed to imply that Tess had no clue who had killed the girls. That was interesting. She decided they were not likely to get much more out of the pair, so she approached with a suggestion. “Maybe you can go somewhere, just for tonight?”

Tess looked like she wished she could stay here, but knew that her hotel room was going to be turned upside down in a matter of minutes finally nodded. “My son is in hospital. I can sit with him,” she supposed, on the verge of tears.

“I’ll have a car take you up,” Ellie offered and waited for Tess to nod. Poor woman was shaking and upset. For all she knew or suspected Tess had done, she knew genuine emotions when she saw them. And right not, Tess was a mother facing the loss of her child. In fact, both of them. And Bruce; he was the silent glare. Nothing had changed there.

Ellie spoke to one of the waiting uniforms to take Tess and Bruce to the hospital.

“Yes, sir,” the uniform sergeant, Andrew Scott, replied.

“Have someone stay with them. Don’t let them out of your sight or leave them alone with their son,” she reminded him.

Sergeant Scott nodded. “SOCO asked that you go up as soon as you got here.”

She then went towards the stairs. SOCO were going in the direction of Tess’ room, and she did the same.

She let the forensics officer at the foot of the stairs help her cover her shoes before hurrying up the upstairs, leaving the downstairs business in capable hands.

SOCO Brian Young was standing in the middle of the bedroom, photographing the prints of shoes coming in and going from the room. Ellie looked at the numbers and noticed that the presumed scene of Luiz Gotlieb's abduction was right next door. The leak that Becca had mentioned that went through more than one room had long since been cleared up.

With Young’s team focused with their tasks she paused by the door and took in the suspected crime scene.

She gazed around the room, her mind filled with trying to imagine what had happened to Daisy. But instead her mind could only bring up possible scenarios for Luiz’ abduction. She wondered how no one had overheard. She knew that the walls were not the thickest, but even a gagged girl should have made enough noise that someone would have said something. A gagged girl, would have been conspicuous, since the pub was open for business.

Or were people less likely to come forward than she had thought? How could a girl be dragged from a first floor room, down the stairs and through the lobby and across a well-used car park and not be noticed?


In the dark, Daisy Hardy hurried along the side paths, letting the moonlight guide her. She did not dare use her phone's lighting.

She sucked in a breath. Was it still on? She looked down and nearly let out a curse she had once heard her dad use when he had not known she was awake. It was still on and GPS was too! She put her finger on it to power it off, but then hesitated.

Her mother couldn’t be trusted. She didn’t trust Bruce. But Ben was in the hospital, safe. Did she risk making a phone call? Should she try running to the hospital instead?

She stumbled and had to lean against a tree. She took several breaths to recover from the dizzy spell. But it consumed her, making her sink to the ground to avoid passing out. So much had happened. So many unexpected things. Had she done the right thing?


She gasped. She hadn’t noticed the lights from the approaching vehicle, nor heard its engine. But she heard the door open and boots crunch into the gravel. She flinched, expecting to be attacked.

Nigel Carter stepped around the vehicle, now recognisable as a blue van, and came closer. “Do you need help?” He wondered why she hadn’t answered. Please, God, don’t let me find her dead,” he prayed aloud. He went for a torch from the cab and flicked it on. He stilled when the light lit her face. “Oh my god. Are you Daisy Hardy?! What are you doing out here? You look pale!”

She could not find the words to answer. She felt so ill. She recognised him as the man who had been with Chloe Latimer’s dad, the night Ben had collapsed.

“Has someone hurt you?” he asked. He saw her shake her head and almost fainted in relief. But she was obviously very unwell. “Come on! You need to go to hospital.”

She shook her head. “No, don't know who to trust,” she voiced weakly.

Nigel didn’t even hear her as he opened the passenger door and returned to scoop her into his arms. She would be warmer in there as he called for an ambulance. Only when he got out his mobile, he found the battery spent.

“Hold on,” he told the girl, pulled the seat belt around her. She was practically out of it. “It's not far. I'll get you there.”


To be continued...

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