Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the Hardy Detective Agency

Phil Cohen, Callie Shaw and Vanessa Bender practically ran into Frank Hardy’s hospital room. They all three stopped short as a very distraught Fenton Hardy looked their way.

Phil’s eyes traveled from Mr. Hardy’s face to the face of the dark-haired youth asleep on the bed. Frank looked very pale and thin. Callie gasped at the condition of her longtime boyfriend and Vanessa’s hand moved to her throat as she gazed at Frank.

"His kidney’s have shut-down," Mr. Hardy stated, staring at his eldest son’s face. "The doctors want to start dialysis right away." The man looked up as he heard a sob. Callie was crying and Vanessa had her arm around the girl.

"Callie," Mr. Hardy said softly, "Frank is a fighter. This set back won’t beat him. Come and sit with him awhile." He rose and offered his chair to the sobbing girl. He then turned to face Phil and Vanessa.

"Do you know where Joe is?" the detective asked. Phil and Vanessa exchanged a quick glance.

"We came here looking for him, Mr. Hardy," Phil replied, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but in that room.

"He’s not here now." Mr. Hardy said, running his hand through his hair. "If you kids know anything or you think you’re protecting..."

Fenton was interrupted by Officer Con Riley.

"We have a lead! Two nurses saw Joe get into a gray Ford Taurus after he left the hospital!" Con suddenly noticed the teenagers. Phil and Vanessa looked at each other with the same thought, ‘Gray car? Gray Man?’

* * *

Joe Hardy stood in complete shock, listening to the laughter of the Game Master.

"Your _expression is priceless Joseph!" the man smiled. Joe’s emotions were a tumultuous mix of anger, betrayal, shock and fear.

"How could you do this? You betrayed my family. You’ve used us, for what? Why are you here?" Joe started asking questions as soon as he found his voice.

"So many questions, so little time!" was the man’s response. "The Assassins hired me to bring you to them alive, since their previous attempts to capture you themselves have all failed. Turn around, please." Joe looked at the gun in the Game Master’s hand, and then did as he was told. The Game Master snapped a pair of handcuffs tightly on Joe’s wrists.

The man placed the tip of the gun under Joe’s left ear as he moved in close and whispered in the boys right ear, "You were a far more worthy opponent than the Assassins said you would be. They have terribly underestimated you, Joseph."

* * *

Con Riley looked at the two teenagers and frowned. Fenton Hardy had also been watching Vanessa and Phil. "All right. I think you kids know something. Spill it now or it could cost Joe his life." Riley stated gravely.

"Joe’s being threatened by someone called the Game Master," Phil blurted out, very concerned for Joe.

"The Game Master poisoned Frank’s grapefruit juice," Vanessa added, "and they promised to give Joe the antidote if he would do what they tell him to do." She looked to Phil for support. "Joe thinks they want him to kill someone." Fenton buried his face in his hands. Con put his arms around Phil and Vanessa’s shoulders, leading them from the room.

"We need to talk," Con said as he led them to an empty room across the hall.

* * *

The Game Master frowned as the knock sounded on the hotel room door. He shoved Joe into the small, dirty, windowless bathroom, securing a piece of duct tape over the boy’s mouth and a second piece around his ankles. He pushed Joe into the empty bathtub.

"One sound and you will experience pain like you have never known before in your life," the man threatened as he exited the room.

"I’m here for the boy." a large, dark-haired man said as the Game Master opened the door. "The Director wants his new, little prize now."

"Where is the money?" the Game Master asked, inviting the man inside. The dark-haired man held a safe-deposit key out for the Game Master to see. The Game Master smiled.

"Where is the boy?" the visitor inquired. The man was led to the bathroom; he peered in at the helpless blond youth bound in the bathtub. "Very good." He then turned to face the Game Master again. With one quick motion, he grabbed the man’s gun and pushed him to the ground.

The Game Master quickly recovered and delivered a swift kick to his opponents mid-section, giving him just enough time to dash for the door. Within seconds, the Game Master had escaped from the motel room.

The dark-haired man rose from the floor and tucked the Game Master’s gun into his own pocket. He then reentered the bathroom where Joe Hardy was being held. He looked into the terrified blue eyes of the boy.

"Time to go, Mr. Hardy," the man said with a grin.

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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.