Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“You just turned eighteen a week ago. And you want to learn but you don’t know. You’re grown up, don’t need permission. Find out what you’ve been missing. It took some time, but now you really wanna figure out just what it is that all the other girls are talkin’ ‘bout, and it’s driving your mama crazy, ‘cuz daddy’s little girl is now my baby. I think you’re ready, Baby. I think you’re ready, Baby. Come on and get it, Baby. I think you’re…I think you’re… You’ve always followed all the rules. Done just what you’re supposed to. Stick the key in the ignition and light it up, have a taste of what it’s like to be old enough. Move your body, Baby, let me see you work it. Lookin’ at you make me wanna blow a circuit. And it’s driving your mama crazy, ‘cuz daddy’s little girl is now my baby.” –Daddy’s Little Girl (Jesse McCartney)

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Frank raced up the stairs, two at a time, ignoring the throbbing pain from the crash. He was about to charge into Joe’s room when someone stepped into the doorway. Frank gaped in amazement.

“Isabella?”

The girl nodded, her eyes wide. Frank heard a crash from inside the room and a strangled yell from Joe. “Izzy, how did you—who’s in there—what’s going on—let me through!”

“Frank,” Isabella’s voice was hushed, urgent. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. And I’m sorry I ran out. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay. It was all a misunderstanding.”

Frank stared at her for a minute, and then tried to push past her. “That’s great, Izzy, but I—”

“Listen, Frank,” Isabella said, her eyes shining with tears. “It was Tristen! He grabbed me, but he told me later that all he’d wanted was to have me back. He still loves me, Frank!”

The latter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Izzy, are you saying…are you saying that you’re with Tristen now?”

Isabella nodded slowly. “I hope you’re not mad, Frank. I really did like you.”

“Mad?” Frank managed to choke out. “Mad? You lie to me, run off, get kidnapped, then come back with your ex-boyfriend who is in there right now trying to kidnap my brother, and you ask me if I’m mad?” He took a deep breath. “No, Isabella. I’m not mad. I’m FURIOUS! You really are a traitor, aren’t you?” He pushed past the girl, eyes dancing in anger, but stopped when she grabbed his arm.

“Frank.”

“What?!” he hissed, enraged.

“It’ll be okay. Don’t put up a fight, and just let Tristen take Joe.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Frank snapped. “What, do you think I’m some kind of idiot?”

“No,” Isabella said forcefully. “On the contrary, I think you’re one of the smartest people I know. So this is why you needed to listen. Trust me. Everything’ll be fine.” She turned away from Frank, and walked to her boyfriend, who had Joe in a stranglehold. “You got’em, Baby?”

“Yep. Later, Frank.”

Frank was about to charge, them, but he caught sight of the gun that was being held to his brother’s head. He watched helplessly as his brother was led out of the house, into a waiting car, and driven away. Then he ran downstairs to call the police.

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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.