So this is my first Republic of Doyle fic, hope you enjoy it and please leave a review and tell me what you think :)


The Doyles were a pretty tight knit family, they had to be what with Jake pissing off every bad guy in the province so when they wanted something kept in house that's exactly what happened, so much so that not even Tinny knew all of the family secrets.

"Hey! This is all a big misunderstanding." Emily protested since she had just been handcuffed against the squad car.

"You can talk about it with the officers down at the station." the cop replied calmly as he put the young woman in the back of his squad car.

The station was just like any other police station in the country, in need of refurbishment with the constant smell of stale coffee. The young cop who was processing Emily was maybe a couple of years younger than him and it didn't escape her notice, she was barely nineteen herself so this cop was clearly a rookie. Emily smiled and sat down, deciding to play nice for now since her feet were killing due to the boots she'd been wearing since this morning. At least if she sat down she could take some of the pressure from her blistered feet. Throughout his attempts to process her, all Emily did was flirt, and the cop was such a newbie that he didn't know how to react. Until eventually a superior officer came to check how he was doing.

"I'm exercising my right to remain silent." Emily explained innocently, figuring that they could only hold her for a certain amount of time so she wasn't going to give up her name. She knew that fair well that her last name could get her into trouble and probably would do.

"Take her up to Sergeant Bennett, see if she can shed some light on this." the older cop suggested and just like that Emily was back in handcuffs and sat in front of Leslie Bennett's desk.

"This is getting serious. All we want you to do is tell us where you were this afternoon and your name." Leslie said, not losing her cool at all.

"I told you before, I was driving. I'm visiting family." Emily replied.

"And you won't tell us where this family live." She'd promised her mother she'd stay out of trouble and so far she wasn't doing to well.

"Can I go now?" she asked.

"Tell me your name and you can walk out of here right now." Leslie suggested.

"Emily Oswin, there, can I go?" she lied.

"It's not a good time Jake." Leslie said, looking up from Emily for a few seconds to address to PI who had just entered the office.

"Emmy?" Jake tested, checking that she was the girl that he thought he had seen.

"So you know each other, there's a surprise." Leslie retorted, writing Emily's first name down on the paperwork before looking up at Jake again though Jake's eyes were locked with the young woman's who sat in front of her desk.

"What the hell are y' doin' here Emily? Does your mudder know about that you're here?" Jake rambled and Emily looked at the floor as soon as her mother was mentioned. Something that Jake didn't miss who was immediately crouched in front of her looking up and trying to regain eye contact.

"Leslie, can we?" Jake asked, indicating the board room behind them with his head.

"What's going on Jake?" Leslie replied as Jake reached for the handcuff keys on Leslie's desk.

"Emily Oswin Doyle." Jake informed.

"Doyle?" Leslie asked dumbfounded.

"You, in there, now."

"But." Emily began but was cut off by Jake who just pointed to the board room sternly.

"Now Emmy." he ordered.

Emily rubbed her wrists where the handcuffs had been and walked towards the boardroom, her head held low as Jake looked up at Leslie.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry. Come to the Duke tonight and I'll answer any questions you got for me. I promise." Jake tried to compromise because he knew he couldn't explain his nineteen year old daughter in 30 seconds, he'd need more time, he needed her to understand.

"I'll be there at 7. If you're late then I'm not hangin' around Doyle." Leslie agreed.

Emily was sat at the table in the boardroom, her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, staring intently at the wooden table as if memorising it's patterns.

"Talk." Jake ordered as he took the seat opposite his daughter.

"Mum's dead."

"What?" Jake asked. He couldn't remember the last time that he had seen Emily's mother, they had never really seen eye to eye after Emily was born and even less so when she moved the two of them home to the UK.

"She died, car crash. Two weeks ago." Emily replied, keeping her words short.

"Ah, Emmy. I didn't know. I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked, pulling her to him.

"I called and called but you didn't answer, where were you?" she asked, broken down into tears by now and sobbing into Jake's black shirt.

"I'm so so sorry Emmy. Come on, let's get y' outta here." Jake replied, standing up and wrapping his arm around her waist when she did too.

"But I was arrested." Emily countered.

"What for?" Jake asked, slightly impressed that his daughter had been arrested after such a short amount of time in Newfoundland.

"I dunno, they wanted to ask me questions about the rental I was driving, said I fit the description of someone." she replied, wiping the tears from her face with the sleeve of her jacket.

"You better not be lying t' me Emmy." Jake said pointedly.

"I don't know what they're talking about, can we please go?" Emily asked heading to the door.

After making a quick stop at the front desk to collect her things, it wasn't long before they were in Malachy's front room, the rest of the house deserted. The first thing that Emily did was curl up in a ball on the couch, now that she was with her father she could take a breath.

"Did you tell anybody you were coming here?" Jake asked gently sitting beside her and pouring them each a glass of whiskey, she'd grown up in the UK where the legal drinking age was 18 so he let her drink, no point in changing habits just because of a bit of water. Emily shook her head and downed her whiskey in one, setting the glass gently back on the coffee table.

"Talk to me." Jake pleaded.

"I don't want them to know where I am." Emily answered after a few minutes of silence.

"Who? I can't help if you don't tell me everything." Jake said.

"Hey Jake." Des began.

"Out Des." Jake interrupted.

"But Rose said."

"Out." he repeated, turning his attention back to Emily.

"The crash wasn't an accident. Someone cut the brake line." Emily informed, trying to stay detached by pouring a healthy measure of whiskey into her glass. "Mum made a lot of money over the past few years and she got married to some arse called Mark. It was him. Trying to get her money."

"Emmy, what did the police say? Didn't they investigate?" Jake asked, taking the bottle away before Emily could pour herself anymore and get too drunk to tell him anything.

"Yep. They investigated. Said it was an accident. Then Mark tried to overdose me because I was supposed to be in the car with her."

"And that's when you came to me and you won't tell anyone where you and why you didn't tell Leslie your real name." Emily nodded to confirm but was already falling asleep, the combination of jet lag and alcohol not doing to well battling against each other in her system. Carefully Jake took her jacket and boots off and covered her with a blanket, deciding to let her sleep for now. She looked like hell, not her usual bright and sarcastic self that he was used to seeing. He now had a murder to look into and a daughter to explain to his girlfriend. At 6:45 Jake left Emily in Kathleen's care, he didn't need to explain anything to his sister, she'd been there from the start. Emily was sound asleep on the couch and safe with Kathleen keeping an eye on her so Jake got in his GTO and drove to the Duke, the entire way thinking about how he was going to explain this to Leslie who was already waiting for him at the bar.

"Hi." he said, slightly nervous about he was going to say.

"Hi." Leslie replied.

"We should erm, get a table." Jake added, Leslie nodded with a smile and Jake led her to a table that was out of the way of everyone else, letting out a nervous laugh when he sat down.

"What's going on Jake?"

"Once I start tellin' y', y' can't stop me or I'll never get it out." Jake began but was silent for a few moments and Leslie grew impatient.

"That girl in the station, she like your niece or your cousin or something that I don't know nothin' about." Leslie asked.

"Daughter." Jake replied, deciding to keep it to as few syllables as possible to avoid screwing up.

"Pardon?" Leslie asked, taken aback by his response.

"Emmy, she's my kid. I was 17, her mom was a transfer student and we got into a fair bit of trouble; she found out she was pregnant, had Emmy and then went back to the UK when things between us didn't work out. Normally I see her on holidays but Emmy thinks her mom was murdered by her husband Mark who then tried to overdose her to get her inheritance. She came running to me because she's scared, that's why she gave you a false name at the station." Jake explained, paying very close attention to his whiskey glass as he spoke, not daring make eye contact with Leslie just in case.

"These are serious accusations Jake." Leslie retorted, seemingly more interested what Emily was accusing her step father of.

"She's a good kid, she wouldn't lie about this kind of thing and I never seen her so scared of someone before."

"What are you going to do?" Leslie asked.

"Well Mark doesn't know she's here but if he shows up then..." he stopped himself, because he wasn't sure what he would do if he ever came face to face with him.

"You could have told me about her." Leslie said softly. Jake was amazed at her calmness, he had expected her to fly off the handle when he told her that he had a daughter he had never told her about.

"I try not to think about her when I'm not with her." Jake explained. "It hurts too much. Thinking of everything that I missed."

"Hey, she came to you when she needed help. That's gotta mean something."

"Yeah, I better get back. I wanna be there when she wakes up."

"Of course, I got the RNC to drop any charges that were brought against her." Leslie said, putting Jake's mind at rest at least that Emily wouldn't have a record yet.

"I really don't know what I'd do without cha." Jake thanked, kissing her briefly on the lips before leaving the bar and heading back to his father's house where no doubt he would end up in an argument with the one and only Malachy Doyle for his past conduct.


So that was chapter one, what do you all think?