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Title: Broadchuch: 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 Broachurch by Chris Chibnal, with added clues from the novel by Erin Kelly. We gain no 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 One, Part Two: Not So Friendly Invasion

SOCO officers needed to be efficient. Brian Young knew this as well as any of them. The more time taken the greater the odds that some evidence would be lost or ruined or degraded beyond the lab's ability to recover enough information to make it useful.

He had never imagined he would have to be guiding his own people through Ellie Miller's home a second time in the space of two years. The silicone gloves on his hands felt out of place here as he bagged a pair of shoes from the front door step and sealed the opening.

Surely this time is someone's sick idea of a joke?”

He looked at the person who said it, a woman who was taking pictures of the dead body as fellow techs collected evidence. Her expression gave nothing away, only a focus on the necessary steps to preserve the crime scene for future reference.

Brian chose to remain silent on that score. It had been sickening to be called to go through Joe Miller's things, and he had not yet been told that Joe had already been arrested for Danny Latimer's murder. But he certainly heard about Ellie needing to be dragged away from her then husband before she could beat him to a bloody pulp. Not that he could blame her. Who would?

He took another long look at the body. It would refocus him so he could get Ellie answers so she could have some peace again. She had had enough upheaval in her life in two years to last a lifetime. Lost job to an outsider, eldest's best friend murdered, outsider's ways clashed with what she knew about her town, the town failed to help properly, her own husband turning out guilty, the outsider supporting her until they fell in love, she fell pregnant with twins and did not know until she gave birth, and she finally remarried – to the outsider.

Yeah, that was plenty. Never mind money had to be tight with a mortgage and four children in the home. She did not need this to go unsolved. Just to stay long enough to be sure they had got everything possible before the body had to be moved for the autopsy.

The young lady had been posed before rigor or lividity could set in, but something told him that the killer had barely placed her in time before the traditional clues of time of death could begin to make themselves obvious.

Female, fair-skinned, mid to late teens. Any idea how long she's been out here?”

The tech did not look up from their tool kit, which they were drawing from to pull more evidence bags. These were to cover the victim's hands in case of any trace evidence that would identify her murderer or where she was murdered.“

Meaning she was killed elsewhere and dumped here. Do we have anything yet to clue us where?”

Still looking, sir.”

Brian took a deep breath and looked up. He could see Ellie as she stared through her window. Damn. Did the woman piss off someone upstairs to get a murder dumped on her head again? And her children were witnesses this time.

Thank god two of them were too young to understand. With any luck Fred was also not clear on what was happening.


Brian looked over and frowned. One of the techs had something in their gloved hand. “Where was that?”

Behind the body, under her hand. It's a bit unusual.” The tech placed it into an evidence bag.

It's a locket back,” he quipped, taking it for a better look. “Any sign of the rest of it?”

No, sir. Not yet.”

He took in the scratch marks and how it looked like something had subtly altered the colour. If they were lucky these would prove useful in identifying the remaining parts of the locket.

Maybe they would really be lucky and the rest would be at the murder scene. If they could find it.

He was still left with the question of why this dump site. What was the murderer's motivation in drawing attention to this house? To this family? Was it an opportunity of convenience, or was this deliberately chosen?

He knew which he would prefer, even if it made solving the case harder. He did not want anyone targeting someone he knew.


Ellie stood stock still as she watched as SOCO worked on the body. She was staring out at the sight, watching as more evidence was removed. Seeing without seeing.

Tom looked slowly up at Hardy, whose own eyes grimly watched the same scene. He clung more tightly, not caring if anyone saw him not acting so much like his age. He had found a body on his family's property. He was allowed, surely. “This isn't like what happened with Danny, is it?”

Hardy drew his free hand from gripping Ellie's shoulder so he could give their eldest boy a fuller hug. “No. Danny was left away from the roads, to delay the discovery. Whoever did this wanted the body found.”

But why here?”

That's what we and SOCO are going to find out,” promised Ellie. “No one does this to a copper's home and gets away with it, Tom.”

What are you going to do when you find them?”

One step at a time, Tom,” Hardy gently chided him. “We need to find the killer first.”

Tom looked behind them. Catherine and Harry lay in their car seats, giggling at Fred who was rocking them gently, singing a little ditty he had learned at nursery; ‘the wheels on the bus go round and round...’ oblivious to his parent’s concerns. The sight brought a tiny smile to the big brother's eyes. “I'm glad he doesn't know.”

Hardy and Ellie looked behind, too. They shared a grim look. “Us, too, Tom,” she agreed. “Us, too.”

DC Anna Broome walked up to them. “DI Hardy, sir, Ellie, a word?”

Her tone was clipped, but nothing was given away.

Hardy patted Tom's shoulder. “Watch over your siblings a moment, eh?”

Tom nodded and watched as they walked away and out of sight. He stepped closer to his brother and the twins, looking down as Fred continued the song.

The ladies on the bus go natter, natter, natter...”

Sighing, Tom looked back outside from his new vantage point. It was harder to see details, but it looked like they were getting ready to maybe move the body. Or were they just getting more evidence collected first?

Either way, he saw SOCO Brian walking away.

At the side door Alec and Ellie got a surprise that made them stop. “Sir?” they both said.

Superintendent Sandra O’Malley stood in the doorway, speaking quietly with one of the uniformed officers until she heard her two investigators address her. She turned and tightly nodded. “Hardy. Miller. Not the circumstances any of us were expecting today. You are both absolutely certain that neither of you have seen the girl before?”

Of course,” said Ellie promptly.

Positive,” added Hardy.

Then I can have both of you on this case for now. There is a decided lack of investigators experienced enough to handle a delicate case of this nature, which leaves me with a difficult situation. But I will be overseeing this one to ensure that no one can accuse us of not following the rules.”

They nodded. “Yes, sir.”

They're going to be a while, so you should get your children out of here. Then meet me at the station. We'll have a meeting once SOCO is ready with a preliminary report. I already have officers readying the phone lines so we're prepared to deal with the public reaction this time. No one has identified her as a local, which means we will all have to put in long hours trying to find out who she is and where her family are.”

Ellie's eyes widened. “Sir, you're not saying we have a dead tourist?

That's what I fear. The town was in enough panic when it was one of our own. If I’m right, when word gets out we will need to be ready to prevent a mass exodous from Broadchurch.”

Hardy rubbed his eyes. “Not another media case,” he grumbled.

Ellie swatted his arm. “Come on, let's get this day started. Tom needs to get to school before news breaks.”


Brian walked the path toward the far side of the car and faced the woods, which was actually a stand of trees along the front of the house with a footpath running through it to the road beyond. It seemed untouched, but that meant nothing. Brian’s instinct and training told him to dismiss nothing, and had him eyeing for anything that looked out of place or might be useful. Sometimes he hardly knew what he was looking for even after he found it.

One of the first rules whenever a body was found was to look at the people who found it. In this case they had three people: DI Hardy, DS Miller, and Tom Hardy. He doubted the boy was involved. The girl was bit bigger than he was, and it would have been very difficult for him to escape both parents' attention during the night, though he wouldn’t have been the first to try it or succeed. There was no doubt the murder took place the night before and somewhere else.

And reason said that Hardy and Ellie were innocent. Really, what kind of a murderer would want to attract this much attention by dumping a body on their own property? These two avoided attention, never sought it unless the case required it, and generally kept themselves to themselves since Ellie’s ex had been named as Danny Latimer’s killer.

Ellie his instincts spoke to first. He had known her far longer, and her sense of right and wrong. Hardy he had not quite forgiven for nabbing Ellie as he had, but it was hard to argue with how well Tom and Fred were doing under the man's care. He put Joe to shame, and Brian knew that he probably could not have competed.

As he went along the path, edging into the woods, he blinked. What was that?

He stepped slowly toward the spot, and took a picture. Then he slowly knelt to place a sizing object for reference near the darkened spot by a spot of upturned dirt next to a root. Was that a scrape against the root? And shouldn't it be a little deeper into the ground?

Footprint. It had an odd indentation to it. And it didn’t match the others by the car. Nor did this one match the pair of police-issue shoes they had found outside the front door – a pair that Hardy had already said were not his. He hadn’t worn that type of shoe in years. And this shoeprint was just... odd.

Putting aside questions he took another picture. Then called out, “I need evidence collection.”

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was something. Maybe it was everything. They would not know until the tests came back. But one thing was clear. Someone had tripped here recently, in a size-7 trainer, and there was a shoe impression just a little further up.


To be continued...


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 26th, 2014 09:01 pm (UTC)
Oh, so Brian found some footprints *nods* As this is the beginning of the beginning of this story I doubt they'll lead him to the killer straight away, but it could be a first clue *Go Brian!*

And I'm looking forward to seeing Mr and Mrs Hardy working together on a case x3

Good job with including the song lines in this part. I don't know if it was intention or if I'm overanalysing, but I liked it!
Dec. 27th, 2014 05:46 pm (UTC)
Stay tuned... ;D

Eh, that's how it turned out. Not intentional. :)

Thanks for reviewing.
Jan. 2nd, 2015 10:26 am (UTC)
Aw, poor Tom. :( As if the boy has not been through enough with the death of Danny.

They found a locket back eh? A clue! :D

And a size 7 trainer print - a female with large feet or a man with small feet?! :D

I am rubbish at putting clues together but great fun to try nonetheless! :D
Jan. 3rd, 2015 07:46 am (UTC)
Ah, follow the clues. Some should be pretty obvious. :D
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