hardy boys fan fiction

MY BROTHER'S GIFT

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Chapter 8

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

PREFACE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

“Finding Joe”  

I wanted to run to the front of the line and be with my dad, but Officer Fritz musta sensed it, ‘cause he suddenly gripped my hand a little tighter.  

I heard Chief Neel calling out orders and many of the police started moving forward.  

I tried to move on, too.  I needed to go where Joe’s scream came from, but the police officer in charge of me held back.  

“We wait, Frank,” Officer Fritz said gently.  “I know you’re anxious, and I would be too if my kid brother needed me.   

“As soon as the chief says all clear, we’ll catch up to them and help rescue your brother.”  

Both ends of the hallway on either side of us were all dark now.  The only light came from Officer Fritz’s flashlight.  He sat down on the cement floor and I joined him, wishing we could at least hear what was going on.  The only sound was the rumbling of the subway trains on the other side of the wall.  

I knew Joe needed me and I was frustrated to be stuck waiting.  Besides, I’d promised Joe a long time ago that I’d always be there for him.  Now, I was letting him down.  

I’m usually a pretty obedient kid.  Now Joe, he’s more tempted to disobey than I am; I’m the one that always has to say, ‘No Joe, that’s not a good idea.  Dad’ll be mad.’  Joe doesn’t always listen to me though.  

Anyway, I felt bad about what I was going to do, but my need to be with Joe out weighed my usual cautiousness.  I casually picked up Officer Fritz’s flashlight and shined the light on the walls.  

When I was sure he was relaxed and not worried about me taking off, I turned off the light, threw it and started running as fast as I could down the dark hall.  

I figured Officer Fritz wouldn’t follow me in the dark.  He’d probably radio the chief with his walkie-talkie and tell them I was coming.  

After a while I stopped running and just listened.  There was no sound coming from the direction I’d just come, but there were muffled sounds ahead.  They made an echoing sound in the darkness before me.  

I kept creeping forward in the darkness.  After awhile, the only sound was the soft patting of my sneakers on the cement floor.  I kept one hand on the wall as a guide and pressed on, into the darkness where I just knew Joe was.  

Suddenly the wall fell away.  I knew I was entering a bigger space than the hallway; I could feel the ‘bigness’ of it.  I wondered where the police were.  I couldn’t see much in the murky darkness and I didn’t see any flashlight beams.  

Then, I heard a scuffling sound.  ‘Joe?’ I questioned in my mind.  I thought about shouting his name, but I’d give away my place too, and that could be a problem.  Dad once said, ‘When in doubt, just don’t shout.’  He said if we were ever being chased by bad guys, to be as quiet as possible.  

“Gr-r-r!”  

The growl was closer to me now, so I decided to move away from it.  

“No!”  I heard Joe shout.  I froze.  He was very close to me now.  

I heard the familiar sound of Joe’s sneakers moving quickly towards me, followed by louder, heavier footsteps.

“Come back here you little brat!”  

Afraid for Joe, I couldn’t wait any longer, so I called out my brother’s name.  “Joe! Over here!”  

Seconds later, I felt something slam into me and I fell to the floor.  It was Joe and he tried to push away, to escape.  

“Joe!  It’s me!” I said in a whisper.  My brother stopped moving, but then threw his arms around me.  

Joe’s body went still and I thought my heart stopped as a flashlight beam suddenly appeared in the darkness, shining right on us both.  

“What in the world?” the man said.  “Where’d you come from?”  

Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he could see us both and that he was talking to me.  ‘Now he’ll have both of us,’ I thought, wishing I knew where Dad was; wishing Officer Fritz was still with me; wishing I’d never brought my brother to Washington, D. C.  

“Joe! Frank! Hit the floor!”  I recognized my dad’s shout and relief flooded all over me.  I pulled Joe to the hard, tile floor as the entire room was suddenly flooded with light.  

A big, dark man stood a few feet away from us.  He looked totally surprised at the police that surrounded him now with their guns drawn.  

Chief Neel and another officer soon had the man handcuffed and was taking him away.  I sat up with Joe shivering against me, watching them disappear into the hallway that led back to the museum.  

Then Dad was beside us, wrapping us both in a huge hug.  He took Joe’s face in his hands and looked carefully at him.  

“Joe? Baby?”  

Joe opened his eyes and looked at Dad.  He gave Dad a little smile.  Dad picked him up in his arms and we stood up to go.  

“Frank,” Dad said, looking down at me.  “You know you disobeyed me, right?”  

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, hanging my head.  I was gonna be in big trouble.  

“Even considering that you just helped rescue your brother, I suppose I’ll have to come up with a suitable punishment.”  

I looked up at him.  “You will have to apologize to Officer Fritz and to Chief Neel.  Then, I believe we’ll go home to Bayport.”  

I nodded and began following him out of the old subway station and into the dark hallway.  A police officer walked in front of Dad with a flashlight leading the way.  

I was disappointed that I’d lost my birthday gift.  I’d not get to see any of the memorials or the White House, but my brother was safe.  That was more important.  Besides, Washington, D. C. wasn’t going anywhere.  Maybe I’d get a chance to see it some other time.  

I looked up at Joe as he slept in my dad’s arms and frowned.  ‘Why was Joe’s hair brown?’  

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