Hi everyone! I've just finished watching Broadchurch and noticed the lack of Fanfictions about it. and since I am a very sick person, I present you some shameless Hardy Whump. Can be seen as Hardy/Miller I suppose but I don't mention it.

The story is AU from the point in the series where my Fanfiction begins.

When Alec Hardy was preparing to leave after the Dinner with the Millers, he was beginning to feel lightheaded. He hoped that a walk home would clear his head a bit and failed to notice that his wallet fell out of his jacket when he put it on.

After he had left, Ellie hugged her husband while laughing about her slightly awkward boss when she noticed his wallet on the ground.

"Oh, look - he must have left that," she told Joe while picking it up. "I'd better try to catch-"

She was interrupted by cries coming from Tom's room. She couldn't make out any words but he was obviously in distress. They both dashed up the stairs after sharing a worried glance and found their son in his bed, obviously tortured by nightmares again. They woke him up and tried to calm him down. 10 minutes and a hot chocolate later, he was calm enough to return to bed, leaving his parents to collapse exhaustedly on the sofa. Joe seemed a bit guilty and Ellie worried that he might be blaming himself for the boy's suffering. She felt it, too. They just weren't doing enough to help the boy cope with his loss.

Loss. For some reason, that reminded her of the wallet lying on the table. Though tired, she was way too upset to even think about sleeping and decided that a walk was exactly what she needed right now.

"Hey, why don't you go to bed? I'll go and return that wallet to DI Hardy and then I'll be there, too," she said softly to her husband, who also seemed very tired by now.

"Yeah, why not? Good night," he answered. Joed then stood up, yawned and stretched a bit before going upstairs. Ellie put on her jacket and started walking rather quickly toward the hotel.

When she got there, the DI was stumbling through the hotel's main entrance. She hadn't noticed he'd been this drunk and he also must've walked quite slowly. Intending to leave him alone as quickly as she could so he could keep some of his dignity, she shouted "Sir!" He didn't seem to hear her and just stumbled on. Ellie followed him inside andupstairs to his room. She found him in the bathroom in a puddle of his own blood.

"Oh shit, ohshit!" she cursed while fumbling for her mobile phone. After calling an ambulance, she made sure he was still breathing. When she tried to take his pulse, she found it racing and arrhythmic. His sweaty and pale appearance also contradicted the initial thesis of drunkenness. Ellie willed her stubborn boss to hang on until the ambulance finally arrived.

Not much of a cliffhanger since we all know that he survived, eh?

Tell me your thought so far!