Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Frank Hardy was having a difficult time concentrating on the information Mr. Hamm was delivering to his Problems of Democracy class. 18-year-old Frank usually found his POD class very interesting. He liked learning about the inner workings of the government, but he felt so tired today. Frank shook his head to clear away the sleepiness, then glanced toward the window. His friend, Phil Cohen caught Frank’s gaze and raised his eyebrow in a questioning manner, mouthing the words, ‘What’s wrong?’ Frank smiled wanly and shrugged his shoulders. He put his hands together and rested his head on them, showing Phil that he was just tired. Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of the period.

Frank walked right to his locker to put away his books. Phil, several inches shorter than Frank’s 6’ 1" frame, raced to catch up to his dark haired friend.

"Gee-whiz, Frank!" Phil said, gasping for air with each breath, "How come for every one step you take, I’ve got to go three?" Frank smiled at his diminutive friend. Phil’s eyes sparkled with amusement behind the wire-framed glasses he wore. "How come you’re so tired?" Phil questioned, "Are you and Joe working on a case or something?" Frank and his younger brother Joe were detectives, following in the footsteps of their world-famous, private detective father, Fenton Hardy.

"No," Frank answered, shaking his head enough for a lock of brown hair to fall across his forehead. Without thinking, Frank automatically ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. "We aren’t working on anything right now. Maybe I’m coming down with the flu or something." The boys walked together to the cafeteria of Bayport High.

17-year-old Joe Hardy waved at his brother from across the cafeteria, having saved seats for several of their friends. Blond haired, blue-eyed Joe was sitting next to his willowy girlfriend, with ash blond hair and beautiful gray eyes. Vanessa Bender smiled warmly as Frank and Phil sat their trays down across from Joe and Vanessa. Beside Vanessa sat another pretty blond. Callie Shaw, Frank’s girlfriend, greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Frank? Are you feeling all right?" Joe questioned his older brother, immediately noticing that Frank was not himself.

Frank glanced at Joe and his mind went blank. He knew Joe had asked him something and even knew he was ready with a reply...what was it now? Frank suddenly frowned and rubbed his hand across his forehead, trying to retrieve his thoughts. ‘So tired,’ Frank thought, only wanting to lay his head down and rest.

"Frank!" Joe sprang from his seat and rushed to his brother’s side. Phil was already holding Frank’s shoulders to keep him from falling into the tray of food in front of him on the table. "Hey, Big Brother," Joe said softly, now cradling Frank’s still form. ‘What’s wrong with him?!’ Joe’s mind screamed.

Frank heard Joe and struggled to open his eyes. ‘Where am I? What’s happening?’ he wondered, seeing his friends’ concerned faces staring at him. "I-I’m okay," he managed to say, "I’m fine."

"You’re far from fine!" Joe protested, visibly worried about Frank’s fainting spell. "I’m taking you home right now and having Mom call Dr. Bates." Frank tried to argue but didn’t have the strength.

"Alright, Brat," he said affectionately to his younger brother, "You win." Joe realized right away how quickly Frank had given in to his proposed plan. Callie, Phil and Vanessa agreed to let the school principal know what was going on and would clean up Frank and Joe’s food trays, making Joe promise to keep them informed.

Joe got Frank out to their black, customized van and drove straight home. He pulled in to the driveway of a large, two-story house, sitting back on a well-manicured corner lot. Frank opened his eyes when he heard Joe turn off the engine, and slowly made his way out of the van. Joe came around and offered a shoulder for support, helping Frank into the house.

Joe took Frank right up the front stairs and helped him into bed. Frank never resisted as Joe removed Frank’s shoes and pulled a hunter green comforter over Frank’s legs and torso. "Feel better, Frank," Joe said quietly, watching Frank drift off to sleep.

Joe made his way to the kitchen and found a note saying that his mother had gone shopping and wouldn’t be back until after five. ‘Now what do I do?’ Joe wondered, not wanting to leave Frank, but knowing his parents would want him to return to school.

He went into his father’s office to check his dad’s desk itinerary. Fenton Hardy was scheduled to be home today from a case he was finishing in New York around 3 p.m. Joe glanced at his watch. It was only a little after one. ‘How long will Frank sleep?’ Finally, Joe went back to the kitchen and wrote a note explaining what was going on with Frank. He then went up the back stairs to check once again on his brother. Frank didn’t seem to have a fever. Maybe he was just tired. Joe wrote a second note for Frank, asking him to please stay put and rest. He further stated that he would be home as soon as he could after school to check on him.

Joe went down the front stairs and frowned at the open front door. Did he leave it open when he brought Frank in the house? He didn’t think so, but couldn’t be sure. He walked through the downstairs rooms quickly to see if his father or mother had returned. Finding no one, Joe turned on the security system and pulled the front door closed behind him, making sure it locked. Joe went to the van. ‘I only missed one class’ he thought as he drove quickly back to school.

As soon as the front door clicked shut, he moved out of Joe’s bedroom into the bathroom that separated Joe’s room from Frank’s. He opened the door to Frank’s room and smiled at the sleeping boy.

He then made his way down the stairs to the Hardy’s kitchen. From the refrigerator, he pulled out a plastic jug of grapefruit juice and removed the lid. He pulled a syringe from his pocket, carefully putting the end of the needle into the juice. Then, he pushed the plunger, causing a clear, odorless liquid to seep into the juice. He replaced the lid of the juice and gave it a quick shake. He smiled as he placed the container of juice back in the refrigerator.

The man walked to the back door and turned off the security system. He unlocked the door and opened it. He then turned on the alarm again and pulled the back door closed, making sure it locked.

"Rest well young, Mr. Hardy," the man said as he left the Hardy’s back yard and climbed behind the wheel of a black Intrepid, "The clock is starting to tick and the game will soon begin."

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Started: June 4, 2003

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The authors 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.