Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Lawrence lost his temper. "YOU BIG GOON," he yelled, "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR OVERLARGE NOSE OUT OF THINGS YOUR TEENY-TINY BRAIN CAN'T COMPREHEND?" He took a deep breath, then said, "Look, I didn't hire you to be the brains of this operation. I hired you to be the muscle. The hulk."

"Your bodyguard," Bos'n muttered.

"What was that?" Lawrence said sharply.

Instead on answering, Bos'n declared, "I'm done with you, always being so mean to me, and trying to get me to hurt innocent people."

"What--you're leaving me?" Lawrence sputtered, sounding not unlike a girl whose boyfriend was breaking up with her. But, unlike a damsel in distress, he had the upper hand. "You're not leaving," he said. "Because if you do, Blondie here dies instantly. Now, go get me those files."

Bos'n reached the designated area and glanced around. Nothing. No files. Now what? He didn't want the kid to die, but his father didn't do what he was told. If he didn't return, the kid would die. If he returned, the kid would die. It was a lose-lose situation. He was so engrossed in his train of thought (which, needless to say, took all he could muster, for although he had a kind heart, his brain wasn't that large) that he didn't hear footsteps behind him. But two seconds later, four men jumped him and he went down.

"If Bos'n doesn't get back in five minutes," Lawrence told Frank, "you're going for a little swim!"

Frank swallowed hard. What a mess he was in!

Five minutes passed. "Well, kid," Lawrence said, "say goodbye!"

"Not so fast--I'm back!"

"About time, you miserable, lazy--" Lawrence began as he spun around, but then halted abruptly as he saw Bos'n--in handcuffs, along with Fenton Hardy, his brat, and two officers. While the officers kept their weapons trained on Lawrence, Joe and Fenton rushed to Frank's side.

"Joe!" Fenton said, releasing his son.

"Bos'n stood up for me," Frank informed his family after the gag was gone. "He's not all bad."

"But I am!" They turned to see that Lawrence had removed his own gun and had it pointed at Joe. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger and there was a bang. Joe crumpled.

"JOE!" Frank yelled, not even trying to conceal his mistake. No one seemed to notice however. They had crowded around Joe, and Con Riley, one of the officers, was already radioing in for an ambulance. Lawrence took this opportunity to run.

"We'll see each other again very soon, Joe Hardy," he vowed as he raced off.

By the time Con noticed he was gone it was too late.

He turned to Fenton, who was checking Joe's pulse. It was weak. Very weak. But still, it was a pulse. While waiting in silence for the ambulance, all wondered, 'Is Frank going to be okay?'

But in Frank's case, he was wondering, 'Is Joe going to survive?" Only time would tell.

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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.