Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

As he dove forward to put himself between his grandson and the gun in David Conley’s hand, Franklin Hardy heard the gun go off and immediately felt a fiery pain rip through his gut.

He fell hard on his side, pushing Conley away from the terrified blond boy. Ignoring the pain and hoping desperately that others were coming to help Frankie; Franklin reached for Joey and pulled the child against him protectively.

Joe trembled in his Pap Pap’s arms, but he felt safe. He closed his eyes and listened to the words his Pap was saying, snuggling closer to the man.

Franklin forced himself to stay conscious. He felt Joey shaking and spoke softly to the boy.

It seemed an eternity before Franklin heard Fenton approach and speak to him. Only when he knew his son was close, did Franklin give in to the blinding pain tormenting his body.

As soon as Fenton lifted the boy from his arms, Franklin allowed the darkness and pain to swallow him.

Cradling his son in his own arms, Fenton saw the crimson stain across his father’s abdomen. ‘Oh God,’ the young detective silently cried, ‘don’t die on me Dad!’

“We need an ambulance!” Fenton shouted, still holding Joe close. He was surprised when he immediately saw two paramedics running toward the porch.

“Collig called them in a while ago,” said a voice from nearby. “They’ve been waiting up the road.”

Fenton turned to face Sam Radley. Sam’s clear blue eyes were clouded with concern. In Sam’s arms, Frank turned to look at his father.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said softly, his brown eyes brimming with tears. “I didn’t mean to disobey Uncle Sam. I just wanted to look for Joe.”

Fenton closed his eyes for just a moment. He could hear Joe’s even breathing and he knew his baby had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He could hear the deep sobs coming from Frank and his love for his two boys was so overwhelming at that moment, he almost fell to his knees from the sheer power of it.

Opening his eyes, he reached over and stroked Frank’s cheek. “You are very brave, Frank. I’m proud of you for caring so much for your little brother.” Frank gave his father a small smile before resting his head against Sam’s shoulder.

“Let’s get these boys checked out by the paramedics…partner,” Fenton addressed his friend, and the pair carried the boys to the ambulance.

Franklin was just being loaded into one ambulance as Fenton and Sam arrived. Fenton was torn. He wanted to go with his father, yet his boys needed him, too.

Sam sensed his partner’s distress. He laid Frank down on a gurney near the second ambulance.

“Stay with your boys,” the younger detective ordered. “I’ll ride with your dad to the hospital. As soon as the boys are checked out, meet me there.” Not waiting for a response, Sam climbed in the ambulance with Franklin, just as the paramedic was closing the door.

* * *

Owen Hardy was shocked when his older sister called him early the next morning. He was even more shocked as Gertrude related all that had transpired since Franklin and Fenton had returned from Canada.

Camille sat nearby, anxious as she watched Owen’s face drain of color. Without a doubt, she knew something bad had happened and it had to do with David Conley.

“What’s wrong, Owen?” she asked as soon as he hung up the telephone.

“Dad…my dad,” Owen stammered. “He’s been shot.” He told Camille all that Gertrude had said.

“We need to go, Owen,” the pretty brunette stated. “Your dad was here for us; now we need to be there for him.”

* * *

When Frank woke up, he was surprised that he was in his own bed. The last thing he remembered was being in Uncle Sam’s arms.

‘Maybe it was a dream,’ he thought, and bit his lip. No. his head hurt where that bad man had kicked him. He decided to check on his brother and see how he was doing.

Frank felt his heart stop as he looked at Joe’s empty bed. “No! Joe has to be okay!”

Frank ran out into the hall, his heart hammering against his ribs, “Mom! Mommy!”

Gertrude heard Frank’s heart-wrenching cry and dashed up the stairs of the old house. She found the little boy standing in the hallway, still in his pajamas.

“Frank? What’s wrong, dear?”

“W-where’s Joe?”

Immediately realizing Frank’s fears, she knelt beside the child and wrapped him in a warm embrace. “Joe is still at the hospital, but he’s going to be just fine.”

She pulled back and looked Frank in the eye. “His shoulder was dislocated, but the doctors fixed it,” Gertrude explained. “The bad man didn’t let Joe have any food or water, so the doctors thought it best for him to stay at the hospital, just for the night.

“Your mother is there with Joe,” she continued, “and will probably bring him home later this morning.”

Frank nodded his understanding and hugged his aunt. Gertrude smiled at the boy, and then taking his hand in hers, she took him down to the kitchen and made some breakfast.

* * *

“Fent, you need to get some sleep,” Sam Radley looked at his friend’s exhausted face.

“He saved Joe’s life, Sam,” Fenton said, gazing at the man who lay unconscious on the hospital bed.

“He’s tough,” Sam said, reassuringly. “It’ll take more than a stray bullet to stop your dad.”

“You…got…that…right…Radley,” a raspy voice sounded from the bed.

For the first time in many, many hours, Fenton Hardy laughed.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency 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.