Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“We don’t have to try to think the same thoughts. We just have a way of knowing everything’s gonna be okay. We laugh ‘til we cry, read eachother’s minds, live with a smile, make it all worthwhile. Life has moments hard to describe, feeling great and feeling alive, never coming down from this mountain we’re on.” --On the Ride

***

“Well, boys, I have a job for you,” Fenton Hardy said, hands clasped together on his desk. Frank and Joe listened eagerly as their father continued. “Recently I helped arrest a member of a local gang—one of the most violent and evil gangs in New York, the Red Dragon.”

“What all does the gang do?” Frank asked. “Anything specific?”

“They have been behind several murders, kidnappings, and other such things. They aren’t your average ‘gothic bad-boy wanna be’ gang—they are a real criminal organization that sucks teens in by making them believe that they are joining a harmless gang or group, while really, they are being pulled into murder, kidnapping, you name it.”

“How do they ensure that someone who doesn’t want to be mixed up in all of that garbage doesn’t quit or tell anyone?” Joe inquired.

“Well, actually, most of the teens get so involved in the gang, they don’t want to go back. However,” Fenton said, frowning, “there have been some who have just flat-out said, ‘I quit!’ and left.” He fell silent.

“What happened to them?” Joe prompted.

“They were threatened, for one thing,” Fenton said. “They were sent horrible notes warning them that they were being watched, and that they had better not tell anyone anything about the gang—or else. But then, it didn’t matter whether they heeded the warnings or not. The drop-outs went missing and were found dead a few days later. Nobody drops out of the Red Dragon and survives.”

There was silence for a few minutes, then Fenton cleared his throat. “As I was saying, when we arrested the gang member, Juan Peterson, he wouldn’t tell us anything. He was too afraid of the Red Dragon coming after him that he wouldn’t speak at all. But after some persisting and persuasion we got him to say that the Red Dragon also smuggles illegal artifacts—and next month, on a Saturaday they are transferring some goods to another gang member, at midnight. That’s where you two come in.”

The boys looked at each other, excited. It’d been a while since they’d seen any action, and they were ready to jump at the chance to find some. They leaned in closer to their father as he began to talk.

“The cops and I are going to surround the place before the recipient gets there. We are going to jump him and arrest him. Then you two are going to show up as the people who are receiving the goods, take what was being transferred, and then hide, but not before you try to poke some information out of the thug. After you guys are gone, we’ll come in and arrest the other one. Are you boys up to it?”

***

“You’re doing what?” Jasmine Richard’s blue eyes opened in surprise as Joe informed her of their midnight adventure the next month.

It was Monday evening, and the two were sitting in the car at the drive in movies, but neither one was paying the least amount of attention to the movie. Frank and Isabella were outside, sitting at the picnic table. Frank was, at least. Isabella had discovered the playground for kids that was near the screen and was spinning merrily on the merry-go-round. Frank was watching her, amused.

“I told you—we’re intercepting a gangster and going undercover,” Joe said.

“Wow—that’s pretty scary,” Jasmine said.

“Naw,” Joe said, “we do stuff like this all the time.”

“You don’t think you’ll get hurt, do you?” Jasmine asked anxiously.

“There shouldn’t be anything dangerous about it,” Joe said.

“Well, I sure will worry,” Jasmine stated.

“Why? I mean, why worry when you know everything is going to be okay?”

Jasmine blushed. “I don’t know, Joe. I’ve always been this way. I’m so scared of the unknown.”

“We’re the total opposite, aren’t we?” Joe said, smiling slightly.

“Yeah,” Jasmine agreed. “But that’s just fine with me. I’ve only known you a couple of days, and already you’ve influenced my life in a great way. I really like you, Joe.”

“And I like you, Jazz,” Joe said. They leaned in to kiss.

***

A month had nearly passed. It was nearing time when Frank and Joe were to intercept the smugglers. Things between the two couples had changed dramatically.

Joe and Jasmine were never seen apart, always talking animatedly and cutting up.

Frank and Isabella on the other hand, their relationship became much more serious. They had spent many late nights in the boy’s dorm, sitting on the small couch and talking about their lives and how much they cared for each other, while Joe could be heard snoring from the next room.

One thing Frank could never figure out, though, was Isabella’s reluctance to discuss anything about their recent case or any mention of gangs. When Frank asked her about it, she nearly brushed him off. But Frank was worried that there was a reason behind the reluctance, and that it was up to him to find out what was going on—no matter what.

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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.