Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the Hardy Detective Agency

The man walked to the door of the motel and knocked softly. ‘Who’s there?’ asked a deep voice from inside the room.

"The Knight," replied the man at the door. He heard movement inside the room and the door opened a slit. "Open up Rook, I don’t want to be seen here!" hissed the visitor. The door opened and the man entered the room.

"Why are you here?" asked Rook, looking at the man who was standing near the bed.

"Was the called placed to the younger brother on schedule?" asked Knight, ignoring Rook’s question.

"Yes," Rook answered with a smile. "He was real anxious to play, but I don’t think he liked the question."

"I’m sure," Knight grinned, picturing the blond boy in his mind’s eye.

He was enjoying this game with the boy very much. "We’ll soon have both of the Hardy boys out of our hair forever, but it certainly is fun playing with them right now." Both men laughed before discussing the next move of the game the Game Master would instruct them to prepare.

Joe Hardy ran into the emergency waiting room with Callie Shaw, Phil Cohen and Vanessa Bender right on his heels. The teens found Laura, Fenton and Gertrude Hardy in the waiting area.

"What’s going on with Frank? Why’d he collapse?" Joe asked his family, his voice strained with emotion.

"Your aunt heard a crash come from Frank’s room," Mr. Hardy explained, easing his younger son into an empty chair. "She found him on the floor near the bathroom door."

"Have you seen a doctor yet?" asked Phil, looking at Mr. Hardy. Fenton noticed the concern in Phil’s eyes. He motioned for the teenager to seat next to him. Vanessa moved beside Joe and held her boyfriend’s hand tightly, while Callie sat down beside Mrs. Hardy.

"We haven’t heard from the doctor yet," Mr. Hardy replied, "I don’t understand any of this..." Mr. Hardy’s usually strong resolve began to crumble as a deep sob escaped from the man’s lips. Joe looked up to see his father sobbing in his hands. Across the row of chairs, his mother and aunt were leaning supportively against one another, crying softly. Joe abruptly got to his feet and ran out of the emergency room door. Phil gave Callie and Vanessa a ‘wait here’ look, and took off after Joe.

Phil found Joe outside, leaning against the side of the building. Joe sensed, rather than saw Phil come up to him.

"Dad has never broken down like that, never! He’s stronger emotionally than anyone I know!" Joe said, tears streaming steadily down his cheeks, "And I know why Frank’s getting worse. I know, Phil! But I can’t tell Dad." Just then, the disposable cell phone chirped in Joe’s pocket. Phil watched as all the color drained from Joe’s face. "I-it’s not been 24 hours yet. Why are they calling me now?" Joe said in a strained whisper, meeting Phil’s eyes.

"Hello?" Joe said into the mouthpiece. His knees felt weak and his stomach was rolling in fear.

"Frank is not handling this drug he has been ingesting very well, Joseph. It seems he’s collapsed and is back in the hospital again." Said the disguised voice, "We need to progress faster if you are going to save his life." Phil kept his ear close to Joe’s, listening to the conversation. "Are you prepared to answer the question, Joseph?" asked the voice. Phil looked at Joe and nodded his head ‘yes’. ‘Answer, yes’ Phil mouthed to Joe. At first Joe shook his head ‘no’. Then Phil mouthed the words, ‘Trust me.’

"Yes," Joe replied hesitantly into the cell phone. He kept his sapphire eyes firmly locked with Phil Cohen’s brown ones. The boys heard a soft chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"Joseph, would you kill someone to save your brother’s life?" came the expected, but dreaded question across the invisible telephone line. Joe looked imploringly to Phil, who was distinctly nodding his head up and down. "Yes," Joe replied, barely whispering the word.

"What was that, Joseph?" the voice asked, unable to hide the glee in his tone, "I couldn’t quite hear your answer. Would you be so kind as to repeat it please?"

"I said, ‘yes’. I would kill someone to save my brother," Joe repeated through clenched teeth.

"Very good. We thought you would." came the response. "There is a package for you in your van with further instructions." The phone line went silent.

"You had to say yes and they know that," Phil said, seeing the distress in Joe’s face, "A ‘no’ would have caused them to cut off contact with you." Joe swallowed hard, but nodded in agreement.

Joe and Phil started for the van, when Vanessa called out from the doorway of the emergency room. Frank’s doctors were waiting for them. The boys followed Vanessa to the waiting area.

After everyone was seated, Dr. Bates and a second man, introduced as Dr. Lewis Watson, a toxologist, exchanged very grave looks. Joe immediately tensed; knowing the news about Frank wasn’t going to be good.

"I’m afraid we’re in trouble here," Dr. Bates began, "Frank’s body is beginning to shut down. His lungs and kidneys are shutting down. We have him on a respirator for now, giving the lungs a chance to recover. If the kidneys continue to..."

"Look," started Dr. Watson, interrupting, "The truth that Dr. Bates is trying to get around telling you is simply this: Frank is dying. We can’t isolate the toxin that he’s been ingesting. It looks like some kind of poison in his system, but, unless there’s some antidote out there that we don’t know of, I’ve got nothing to treat him with. We’ll do what we can to postpone the inevitable and keep him comfortable. I’m very sorry."

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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.