Hardy Boys Fan Fiction at the Hardy Detective Agency Presents "In the Name of Love" by CQB

"Andrew Whiteside went to an awful lot of trouble to get revenge on Mom for something she had no control over," Frank Hardy was saying as he sat on the edge of Joe’s hospital bed.

"Well," added Fenton, as he sat at the end of the bed in a plastic hospital chair, "he’s getting a mental evaluation right now, but I’m sure he’ll be locked away for a very long time."

"I’m just glad this whole nightmare is over," Laura said, shivering slightly, "and Joe’s here, safe and sound." She brushed a lock of gold hair off of her sleeping son’s forehead. He stirred and opened his deep blue eyes.

"Hey Brat," Frank greeted him affectionately, "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, sore," Joe smiled, "but very relieved. After Red stabbed me with that knife, I knew he was crazy."

"But you got away from him!" Laura added, pride in Joe’s bravery made her blue eyes sparkle.

"Yeah," Joe agreed, "but all I succeeded in doing was finding the dead motel owner and getting my head bashed in when Red caught me!" Joe rubbed the back of his bandaged head cautiously.

"How much have you remembered from the first kidnapping?" Fenton asked his younger son.

"Not a lot, really," Joe frowned, "Guess I was just too young. When I saw the spiders landing on me, I remembered the cave, but that’s about all." Just then there was a knock at the door of the hospital room.

"Hey, Joe!" Sam Radley grinned at the youth as he and his wife Ethel walked into the room, "You’re looking much better than the last time we saw you!"

"Thanks, Sam," Joe said, returning Sam’s grin, "Thanks for everything!"

"Anytime, Kiddo," Sam replied. "Say, Fent. You know that little something you asked me to pick up at the store for you?"

"Ah, yes!" Fenton Hardy answered, "The surprise?"

"Yeah." Sam replied. "I had Con Riley go with me and we have it all set up for Joe’s homecoming."

"What?" Joe asked, looking from face to face, "What’s going on? What did you and Con set up?" Everyone smiled conspiratorially with each other.

"Aw, come on!" Joe protested, "This isn’t fair! Everyone knows what’s going on but me!"

"Frank? Since this was really your idea, why don’t you inform your brother of what awaits him back at the house?" Mr. Hardy offered.

Frank grinned. "Well Joe," he began, "Since we know how important it will be for you to build up strength in that shoulder and since you can’t go to the neighbor’s house without getting into some kind of trouble and since..."

"Okay already! I’m dying of suspense here!" Joe cried, exasperated, "Can’t you just spit it out?"

"We all pitched in, even Con and Chief Collig," Frank went on, "and bought you a ‘Bow Flex’ to work out on at home."

Joe’s eyes went wide as he stared at his brother. He then looked at his father to see if he would confirm this information. Mr. Hardy was grinning and bobbing his head up and down.

"Y-your s-serious?" Joe stammered.

"Yes, son," Fenton chuckled.

"Awesome!" Joe exuberantly cried, pumping his left arm. "I’ll be back in shape in no time!"

"But you’ll have to take it easy at first," Laura admonished.

"And not over-exert yourself," added Ethel.

"You’ll need plenty of rest, too," continued Sam.

"And of course," Frank added, "you have to share it with your favorite big brother!"

"Anything else?" Joe asked, wrinkling his nose.

"The most important thing of all," Fenton added with false seriousness, "Don’t drink any tainted Gatorade to cool off."

THE END

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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.