Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Cindy Kai was panicking. She had dug an escape hole under the door of her prison, but now she was stuck halfway out. She thought she’d provided ample room for her hips, but they were painfully pressed under the bottom of the door.

"Shouldn’t be eating those blueberry muffins every morning," she complained out loud. "Well, I’m too far to give up!" With that thought, she pulled again with her arms against the door jam while pushing against the dirt floor with her feet.

The effort paid off and she was finally free! Cindy stood on shaky legs, peering around her. She was at one end of a large open field, surrounded by trees. There wasn’t a house or road to be seen. Realizing that she might have to do some serious walking to find civilization, she decided to sit and rest a bit. She started to lean against the side of the shed where she’d been imprisoned, when she noticed the tire tracks.

"Of course! Ryan drove his truck here!" she thought excitedly, "I can just follow them out to a road!" With her weariness forgotten, Cindy started to jog along the truck tracks, hoping to find the road before it grew too dark to see them.

* * *

Fenton tried again to reach Frank’s cell-phone, but Frank wasn’t answering. Worry gnawed at his heart as he thought of his two sons in the balloon gondola, not knowing what was happening up there.

By this time, Travis Wagner had made his way out to see what all the commotion was about in his north pasture. "What’s the meaning of this, Williams?" the rancher demanded of the sheriff.

"That’s what I’d like to know," Sheriff Williams stated. "It’s over Travis. I can’t protect you or Ryan anymore!"

"What are you talking about? Protect me from what?" protested Wagner.

"Travis, let me introduce you to Mr. Fredricks more proper-like," the sheriff said, motioning for Mr. Hardy to join him, "This is Fenton Hardy. Does that name ring a bell? He’s a top-notch P.I. from New York. He’s workin’ for Madeline Whitefeather."

The rancher paled slightly, but quickly recovered, "You’re in this as deep as anyone, Williams!"

"You’re right there," Marcus Williams agreed, "and as soon as I see justice done here, I’m turnin’ myself in." With that announcement, Ronnie Benson stepped forward.

"Mr. Wagner, sir," the deputy began, "You’re under arrest as an accomplice to the murders of Collin Anderson and Homer Chotto. I suspect we’ll be able to add Jimmy Mc Curdy’s name in there as well, soon as I finish investigatin’ this whole mess." Ronnie proceeded to read the man his rights and escorted him to a police vehicle where Lance Mc Intyre and Stu Downing were already handcuffed and waiting to be taken to the jail. Mc Intyre and Downing were both facing murder charges.

"We’re ready to lift off," Artie Fisher called out from the basket under his hot air balloon. They would head in the same direction as the escaping Mc Intyre balloon. "We’ll do our best to get those boys back down on the ground safely!"

"I’ve got Frank’s cell number and a mega-phone to keep in communication with the boys," offered Fisher’s partner, Bert.

* * *

Frank knew that they were climbing way too high for a hot air balloon, but right now, Joe was his main concern. He quickly cut the adhesive on Joe’s wrists and laid his brother flat on the bottom of the gondola floor. He immediately began CPR, praying for his brother’s life between each breath.

Tears streaming from his eyes as he worked feverishly to get air into Joe’s lungs, Frank almost missed Joe’s weak gasp for air.

"Joe! Come on, Joe! Open your eyes for me!" Frank cried, knowing that, though Joe was breathing on his own, he didn’t know how long Joe had been without oxygen in that tarp.

"F-Frank?" Joe whispered, weak and dizzy from the lack of air, Joe slowly opened his sapphire eyes. "W-where are...w-we?"

Frank could hardly contain his joy, "Just lay still Joe. I’ll take care of everything. You just rest." Joe was too weak to protest and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Frank pulled out his cell-phone and dialed his father. He told his dad about the tarp and having to revive Joe, but then asked his dad about the problem at hand.

"Dad?" Frank said, "I’m not sure I can get us down. Can someone down there instruct me on how to operate this thing?"

"There’s help on the way, son," Fenton assured Frank, explaining that Artie Fisher and Bert Gilbert were heading towards the boys.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.