Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Esther Mae Hardy glanced into the living room when she saw her husband abandon his favorite recliner. She was about to ask him to lend her a hand, when she saw him at the mantle.

Deciding not to interrupt his thoughts and memories, she set about preparing a meal for her daughter Gert, her son Fenton and his family. With the roast in the oven, she began paring the potatoes.

As she put them to boil, she thought about her two dear grandchildren. Frankie was such a bright boy. He was already reading and writing before he even started kindergarten. Now a first-grader, he was the best reader in his class.

Joey was a sweet, cuddly child. He had given them all such a fright when he’d been born almost two months early, but he was already keeping up with his peers. He was doing very well in his kindergarten class and only stuttered when he was tired or nervous.

She was amazed at how well the two boys got along. Seldom did they squabble. Frankie had taken to being a big brother like a duck takes to water. He had been so careful with little Joey from the beginning and now he was so protective of the smaller boy.

Esther suddenly experienced an odd sense of profound sadness. She sat down at the table and placed her hand over her heart. ‘I’m not going to see them grow up,’ she thought. She had no idea how she knew it, but the sorrow of knowing was almost overwhelming.

* * *

“Is it time to go to Pap Pap’s and Nana’s yet?”

Laura Hardy looked into the expectant blue eyes of her younger son. Joe’s front two teeth were missing and his anxious, toothless grin made the pretty thirty-two year old woman smile.

“Almost, Sweetie,” she replied, brushing a stray blond curl off his forehead. “Go get your brother and I’ll get Daddy.” Joe dashed up the stairs and raced to his older brother’s room.

“Frank! It’s time to go!” the six-year-old called out, bursting into his brother’s room.

“Yahoo!” Frank cheered, putting down the book he was reading. He gave his younger brother a ‘high-five’ and the pair raced down the hall and down the back stairs of their house.

“I won again!” Joe grinned, looking up at his brother. Frank was almost a full head taller than Joe, but Joe was faster.

“One of you will end up breaking your neck if you keep racing around like wild animals!” Both boys turned to see the stern expression on their Aunt Gertrude’s face.

Try as she may, Gertrude Hardy couldn’t stay angry at her nephews for long. She looked into Frank’s warm brown eyes, and then into Joe’s deep, blue ones.

“Get out to the car before I give you both a lashing with a wet noodle,” Gertrude ordered. The boys grinned, grabbed their jackets and went out the back door to the garage.

“That means she’s not mad anymore, right Frank?” Joe asked as he buckled the belt of his booster seat.

“Right, ‘cause a wet noodle wouldn’t hurt at all,” Frank agreed.

Joe burst into a fit of giggles as he pictured his aunt trying to spank him with a fist full of dripping wet spaghetti. By the time the adults reached the car, both Joe and Frank were laughing in the back seat.

Gertrude squeezed into the back seat next to Joe, and looked at the boys curiously. Joe had tears running down his red cheeks from laughing so hard.

“I don’t know what possesses these two boys sometimes,” she mumbled, shaking her head. Joe glanced on his opposite side at Frank. Both boys burst into laughter again.

Fenton put the station wagon in gear and headed the car toward the small, two bedroom bungalow his parents now lived in. The senior Hardys had happily moved out to the countryside of Bayport, giving Fenton and Laura the large, old homestead closer to town.

“There’s Pap Pap’s blue car!” Joe squealed from his seat a few minutes later, trying to get a better view past his mother’s blond head. He gave another cry of sheer delight when he saw his grandfather waving from the porch.

Franklin Hardy climbed down the steps and pulled open the door on Frank’s side as soon as the car came to a stop. Frank unbuckled his seatbelt and was quickly swallowed up in his grandfather’s arms.

Franklin lifted the child in a bear hug before setting him down. “Run inside, Frankie. Nana’s got a hug waiting for you!” the older man ordered. Frank took off after his parents and aunt who were already on the porch.

Joe was still trying to unsnap his booster seat which was stubbornly not coming apart like it was supposed to. He looked up as his Pap Pap reached across his small body and easily unsnapped the catch.

“There we go, big guy,” Franklin smiled at the six-year-old. Joe grinned his toothless grin and hugged his grandfather’s neck. Franklin lifted the boy and closed the car door. Since Joe wasn’t loosening his grip, Franklin carried the child inside.

“Joey!” Esther Hardy cried, prying the child off her husband and smothering the small boy in her arms. Joe kissed her cheek and hugged her neck.

“Go on now,” Esther smiled, “Frankie will help you wash up for dinner.” Joe ran to the bathroom to join his brother.

“How’s business, Son?” Franklin asked Fenton. The younger man never got a chance to answer as the ringing of the hall phone interrupted them. Franklin smiled at the assembled group as he picked up the receiver.

Fenton became concerned as his father’s face took on a deep frown. Seconds later, the elder Hardy rejoined his family in the kitchen.

“That was Owen,” he addressed Fenton, “and he needs our help. Someone kidnapped Monica!”

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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.