Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe drove home from school as quickly as he could. He raced into the house but stopped when he heard laughter coming from the kitchen. He made his way to the back of the house and pushed open the cafe doors.

"Hello Joe," smiled Fenton Hardy at his younger son, "How was your day?" Joe sighed with relief at seeing his father and his brother sitting at the table drinking mugs of hot tea.

"Peachy," replied the youngest Hardy sarcastically, plopping his 6 foot frame down in the chair beside Frank, "First, I had a thrilling morning listening Mrs. Novak lecture on the wonders of ancient Aztec civilization, followed by the no-stop excitement that Mr. Irwin brings to English literature and then, Peter Burke up-chucks all over my research paper in the library during study hall. All that was then topped when my big brother passes out during lunch and I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying myself to death, not knowing if he’s sick, tired or what!" Mr. Hardy and Frank laughed.

"I’m glad you find humor in all of this Frank," Joe said, still concerned for his brother’s well-being, "I really was worried about you."

"I’m fine now," Frank replied, giving Joe’s shoulder a squeeze, "Thanks for bringing me home. Guess I was just tired." Joe looked into Frank’s brown eyes. He certainly looked better. ‘Then why do I feel like this isn’t over?’ Joe asked himself.

The next morning, Frank made his way into the bathroom and shaved and showered. He listened at Joe’s door and heard nothing. ‘Baby bear is still in hibernation,’ Frank smiled, picturing Joe buried beneath his bedding. Frank got dressed, and then went into Joe’s room. He pulled the navy comforter off the bed, causing Joe to open his eyes abruptly. He gazed at Frank and growled.

"Whoa," Frank backed away from the bed, "I guess it’s not a good idea to wake a sleeping bear!"

"Go away!" Joe said through clenched teeth, attempting to retrieve the comforter Frank was holding just out of his reach, "And give that to me now!" Frank backed up a few more steps, and ran for the door, taking the comforter with him.

"FRANK!!!" Joe shouted, springing from the bed and reaching the door, just as Frank slammed it shut. "I’ll get you for this!" Frank put the comforter on the floor outside Joe’s door and made his way down the back stairs of their century-old house, into the cozy kitchen.

His pretty, blond mother greeted Frank as he walked in to the kitchen. Fenton Hardy was already sipping a cup of black coffee. He looked up as Frank came into the room.

"I take it," Mr. Hardy began, "you woke your brother this morning?"

"How did you ever guess?" asked Frank with a grin on his handsome face.

"I think it was the roaring coming from Joe’s room that gave it away," Mrs. Hardy interjected. "By the way, how are you feeling this morning?"

"I feel great," Frank replied, opening the refrigerator door. He took out the jug of grapefruit juice and poured himself a glass. Joe’s pounding footsteps sounded on the back stairs. The blond youth walked into the kitchen, and seeing Frank, snarled in his brother’s direction.

"Would you like a glass of juice, Joe?" Frank asked sweetly, knowing his brother hated grapefruit juice. Frank was the only one in the family that liked it.

Joe walked past Frank and grabbed his ‘smiley face’ coffee mug from the cupboard, ignoring Frank’s question. "I guess that’s a ‘no’," Frank smiled, putting the juice away. "You seem touchy this morning Little Brother. Get up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Funny Frank," Joe finally said, "You are sure the ‘Good Humor Man’ this morning!" Joe added milk and sugar to his coffee.

"Joe," Fenton asked, watching the exchange between his sons with a smile, "With all that milk and sugar, why bother putting any coffee in that cup?"

Joe sat down and glared in his father’s direction. "Well, at least I know where Frank gets his morning humor." Joe couldn’t help himself as a smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Mom, rescue me from these two comedians, please!" Laura Hardy patted Joe’s blond hair.

"Sorry Sweetie," she said, "I’ve grown to tolerate them and you must too!" She dramatically pretended to be in deep despair, as she sat down beside Joe, putting her head on his broad shoulder. Everyone began laughing. They finished breakfast and the boys headed off to school.

* * *

By third period, Frank Hardy was getting concerned. He felt lethargic, much like he had the previous day. His logical mind couldn’t figure out why this was happening. He felt fine this morning. What’s going on? Finally, he asked Mr. Hamm for the hall pass. He knew if he didn’t get some fresh air quick, he was going to pass out again. Mr. Hamm looked at Frank with concern. He motioned for Phil Cohen to help Frank.

"Mr. Cohen, I don’t believe Mr. Hardy is feeling very well," Mr. Hamm stated, "Will you please take him to the nurse’s station?" Phil was worried about his friend. Frank had seemed fine that morning, but now he was pale and wane. He put an arm around Frank and helped him down the hall to the nurse’s office.

"Man, Phil," Frank said as the pair walked into the outer office of the nurse’s station, " I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so tired." Phil helped Frank into a chair and went to find the nurse.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mrs. Carlyle asked, walking up to Frank. She had been the school nurse for 15 years and had heard every excuse a kid could come up with to skip a class or get an early dismissal. The young man in front of her was not one of her regular customers.

"I-I’m not sure," Frank began, "I feel really tired and kind of dizzy." Frank swayed forward and Mrs. Carlyle and Phil Cohen caught him before he toppled to the floor.

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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.