Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe Hardy ran as fast as his legs could carry him around the coffee shop. He stopped abruptly as he saw Frank climbing out of a dumpster in the alley.

“Not a word,” Frank said, giving Joe a hard stare. Joe suppressed a smile as he went over to give Frank a hand. Soon Frank was out of the dumpster and cleaned off as much as possible.

“Jill’s friend, ah, dumped you?” Joe couldn’t contain himself any longer, and despite the fact that their suspect had gotten away, he burst out laughing.

“Ha-ha,” Frank responded, pulling a banana peel out of his jacket pocket, “I don’t see Jill in your clutches. Was she too tough for you to hold on to?”

Joe made a face at Frank, “She tripped me. I was running to help you, I’ll have you know.”

Callie smiled as she watched the exchange between Frank and Joe. “The guy’s name is Grease,” she said, walking up to the boys.

“Grease? What kind of name is that?” Joe asked.

Callie ignored the younger Hardy, “Jill said, ‘Leave me and Grease alone.’ She’s long gone by now.”

“Man! It’s bad enough that Jill got away again, but we let Grease slip right through our fingers!” Joe raged.

Frank shook his head at the corny pun. “Come on. I’ve got to get home and change before we can head to school.”

* * *

Later that day, at the lunch table at Bayport High School , the Hardys replayed the details of their morning adventure for their friends.

“You wound up in the dumpster?” Biff Hooper hooted, giving Frank a good natured slap on the back. The others joined in the laughter.

“Seriously, guys,” Phil Cohen, a small bookish 18-year-old said, “it sounds to me as if Jill Shaw is running a game show and she’s making the two of you jump through hoops.”

Frank sighed, “You could be right. Maybe she knew Callie and Vanessa were listening that day at the mall and she and Grease made up that whole conversation.”

“I know you all probably get tired of hearing this,” Joe interjected, “but my gut tells me there’s something more to this.”

“I don’t know what else we can do at this point,” Vanessa added. “Unless they make some move, we have no proof that anything is going on at all.”

“And we can’t keep following them,” Callie continued in the same train of thought, “especially since Jill’s family will be moving into their new house this weekend.” Callie looked up and glanced across the cafeteria. Jill was sitting with a few other freshmen girls, all equally garbed in the Gothic-look Jill favored.

“Maybe our best bet is to keep an eye on Joe,” Chet Morton suggested. “If Joe’s the target of their plot, we can all pitch in as Joe’s temporary body guards.”

“It might work, especially if we’re inconspicuous about it,” Frank grinned.

“I don’t need a constant baby-sitter,” Joe growled, not liking the idea at all.

“Yes, you do,” Frank countered. “Not because you can’t take care of yourself, most of the time. But because we need to catch them at whatever they’re planning to do.”

“So, we can go about our usual activities,” Vanessa smiled, catching Frank’s drift, “while hanging close to Joe at the same time.” She looked into Joe’s eyes and snuggled closer to him.

Joe smiled in return and said, “Well, maybe it’s not a bad idea after all. You can be my body guard anytime, ‘ Ness !”

* * *

“Patience,” Grease smiled at Jill’s frustration. The two were in an alley behind the public library. “We’ve got it arranged for next week. I need you to get Hardy’s general schedule for the week.”

“Like what? I have no idea what Callie and her crew do all week,” Jill sneered.

“General stuff, Jill,” Grease repeated. “What time does he leave for school? When does he get home? Does he stay after school for any activities?”

“I get it,” Jill smiled. “I guess I can find out most of that by watching him the rest of this week.”

* * *

“Perry, this is Davis ,” Roger said into the telephone. “Is everything ready?”

“At a moments notice,” Mark Perry replied.

“It’s going down next week,” Davis continued. “You’ll get a 12 hour notice. At that time, I’ll give you the specific directions.”

“Fine,” Perry responded. “We’ll be ready.”

Roger Davis hung up the phone and glanced out the window of his apartment. He had no idea who Joe Hardy was or why the boy was wanted, but that wasn’t his job.

He glanced at the photo on his desk of the smiling, blond teenager. “Well, Joe,” he said to the picture, “you’re about to have the adventure of your life.”

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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.