Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the Hardy Detective Agency

"Frank, how are you feeling?" Gertrude Hardy asked, sitting on the edge of her nephew’s bed. Frank opened his eyes. He didn’t remember getting into bed. He had been returning some e-mails, but felt really tired again. ‘I must have crawled into bed and fallen asleep,’ he reasoned.

"I’m okay," he smiled at his aunt and looked to see Mr. Ambrose standing in the doorway. "Hello, Mr. Ambrose."

"Hello, Frank," Mr. Ambrose smiled at the youth, "Your mother said you were feeling a bit under-the-weather, when I talked with her this morning." Frank explained that it was probably a virus or something that he’d picked up at school.

"Well, if you need anything, Dear, we’ll be right downstairs," his aunt stated, giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, causing Frank to blush.

"Mom!" came a voice from the front hall. Gertrude made her way down the front steps with Stephen Ambrose right behind her.

"Joseph Aaron Hardy! Why must you bellow when you walk into this house?" scolded Miss Hardy to her younger nephew.

"You’re back!" the blond boy smiled, embracing his aunt, "How was your trip? How is cousin Billy doing? Hello, Mr. Ambrose." Gertrude put her hands on her hips. She always had a difficult time staying angry with Joe. ‘He is certainly the charmer!’ she sighed, looking into his deep, blue eyes and seeing his smile.

"You just get yourself upstairs and washed up. I’ll tell everyone about my trip over my special meatloaf dinner tonight." Joe’s aunt stated, shooing him up the stairs with a wave of her hand.

Joe went directly to Frank’s room as soon as he had deposited his book bag on his bedroom floor. Frank was propped up on several pillows and trying to focus on a book that lay on his lap.

"Hey, Brat," Frank said, "How was your day?"

"The usual," replied Joe, noncommittally, "How are you doing?"

"I felt really good when I got home," Frank answered, "But then I got really tired again, later. I just don’t get it, Joe. There is no pattern to this virus or whatever it is. How can I feel perfectly fine one minute and feel totally exhausted just a little later?"

Again, Joe wanted to tell what he knew, but Frank couldn’t know. Joe could just imagine Frank wanting to help find out who was behind this all, and Joe wouldn’t risk Frank getting more run down than the poison was already making him. Joe had started to tell Callie, Vanessa and Phil, but at the last minute, only admitted that he thought Frank had been poisoned.

"I wish I knew, Frank," Joe said, hating that he had to lie to his brother, "I hate seeing you like this." Frank looked into Joe’s eyes and saw profound sadness there. He gave Joe a grin and moved over on his bed, making room for his baby brother. Joe smiled, kicked off his shoes and crawled in beside Frank. It didn’t take long before both brothers were sound asleep.

When Laura Hardy arrived home, burdened down with dry cleaner’s bags, she was grateful that her sister-in-law had started preparing dinner.

"I am so glad I have my car back," Mrs. Hardy stated, walking into the kitchen, "It was terrible having to carry all this to the garage where the car was being fixed." She sat everything down on a kitchen chair, but then noticed Stephen Ambrose for the first time.

"Why, Stephen," Laura Hardy smiled, "How nice to see you! Did you pick Gertrude up at the airport?"

"It was my pleasure," Stephen said, with a warm smile, "though I am relieved that you have your car again."

"Gert," Laura looked to her sister-in-law, "Is Joe home?" Miss Gertrude Hardy replied that both the boys were upstairs. Laura grabbed Fenton’s dry cleaning and went up the back steps. She hung up the clothes in Fenton’s closet, and then went to Joe’s room. Not finding him there, she peeked in Frank’s room.

Frank was laying back on several pillows, his eyes closed and his head tilted and resting on top of Joe’s. Joe was tucked under Frank’s arm, resting against Frank’s chest. Laura smiled as she remembered the way Joe often went to Frank’s room when he was little. Frank, always the protective big brother, would let Joe crawl into his bed. ‘It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them like this,’ she thought. She heard a sound behind her, and turned to see Stephen Ambrose walking toward her.

"Gertrude wanted me to tell the boys to get ready for dinner," Mr. Ambrose stated.

"I think I’ll wait just a bit, Stephen," Mrs. Hardy whispered, motioning for Stephen to look in Frank’s room. Mr. Ambrose smiled.

"Your sons must have a very special relationship," he commented, as they closed the door and headed back downstairs.

Joe heard the door close and wiggled out from beside Frank, trying not to wake him. Frank didn’t stir as Joe walked into the bathroom they shared.

He washed his face and looked into the mirror. ‘God, help me do the right thing,’ he silently prayed, feeling totally alone, despite the sound of voices and laughter coming from downstairs.

‘Everything is going according to plan. Frank will continue to weaken from drinking the tainted grapefruit juice. Joe will soon be willing to do anything to save his brothers life.’ smiled the man, thoroughly enjoying the game. ‘It’s time for the Game Master to put the next move into motion.’

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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.