Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

(AN- Bos’n is loosely based on the character of Fezzick from The Princess Bride, and Lawrence loosely based on the Sicilian, Vizzini from the same book)

Frank’s heart beat wildly as he felt himself lifted onto Bos’n’s shoulder and carried outside; he couldn’t see his surroundings, but he could feel the fresh breeze and hear the birds chirping. He scowled beneath the gag, thinking how lucky they were to be free and able to fly and sing. He heard a car door being opened and felt himself being thrown into the back. Then the door was slammed and, moments later, the car took off with a roar of the motor. Frank’s heart sunk. Now it was going to be even harder for Joe and his father to find him.

From the front seat, he could faintly hear Bos’n and Lawrence talking in the front. “I still don’t know why we’re going through all this trouble to get the kid again. He escaped last time. Who says he won’t do it again?”

“Hey, I’m not the boss here,” Lawrence snapped back, and Frank strained his ears to hear the rest. “You know Hobs gives the orders.”

“Well, I don’t see why we’re working for him. The kid didn’t do anything.”

“Oh no?”

“Well, just because his father is a detective doesn’t mean he did anything wrong. And Hobs shouldn’t have set fire to all those congress buildings if he didn’t want to get into trouble.”

Mentally, Frank yelped in delight. When Joe and Fenton saved him, he would be able to confirm to the police that Hobs was an arsonist.

“Look, Bos’n. The kid was snooping.”

“But so is the dad and that other one.”

“So?”

“Why not get them all?”

“Look, Bos’n, it is classic. You kidnap the youngest son of your enemy, call the dad, tell him his baby boy will die if he doesn’t do so-and-so. And that’s what we’re doing.”

“But the kid didn’t do anything.” Bos’n took up his earlier argument.

Lawrence groaned and snapped, “You big oaf, stay out of things you don’t understand. If you weren’t going to help, then why’d you agree to help me take the kid in the first place?”

“I didn’t know it involved hurting anyone.”

Exasperated, Lawrence said, louder, so Frank could understand every word he was saying, loud and clear. “Listen, the both of you. We’re taking a little trip to the river. I’m sure you’re dad took you there when you were little?”

“Actually, he did,” Bos’n said pleasantly.

“I was talking to Blondie, you idiot!” Lawrence snapped, sounding like he was going to bite the man’s head off.

Despite the circumstances, Frank almost smiled beneath the gag. Bos’n didn’t seem all that bad—he just seemed to be mixed up in the wrong thing. ‘But that’s how most criminals are formed,’ he reminded himself.

Lawrence was speaking again. “Then we’re going to call your daddy. If he doesn’t destroy all the files containing Hobs’s criminal record and accusations, his little boy will be going for a swim.”

Frank’s heart leapt into his throat. He struggled desperately to escape his bonds. The car stopped and he heard the front door open and then Bos’n’s strong hands lifting him up. “I still don’t think it’s right,” Frank heard him say. “Hurting an innocent boy.”

“Moral. Who needs it? What we need to know is our orders. If Fenton refuses, the kid drowns.”

Frank struggled all the more desperately. Bos’n slapped him lightly to get his attention and whispered, “I’ll try to help you, kid. But you’ve got to make it easier on me.”

Frank rolled Joe’s blue eyes. He didn’t see why he should believe this giant, but just in case, he stopped struggling. Bos’n sat him down and Lawrence pulled out the gag and the blindfold off his eyes. Frank blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to adjust to the blinding light. He was by a large body of water and Lawrence was holding a knife to his throat. Frank groaned mentally.

“Make one false move,” the villain hissed in Frank’s ear, “and I’ll slit your throat.”

And Frank had every reason in the world to believe it was true.

Still holding the knife against Frank’s throat, Lawrence took out a cell phone and dialed the Hardy number. “Hello?” came the anxious voice of a youth.

“Are you Frank Hardy?”

The voice on the other line paused, and then said, “N—uh, yeah. Who’s this?”

“A friend.” The man chuckled. “I have your kid brother. If you want to see him alive again, you better get your father on the extension phone and follow every order I say. Otherwise, Blondie here drowns.”

Sooo…I know it took forever to update, and I’m really sorry. It’s just that Dark Schemes has been taking up most of my time. But I’ll do better, I promise. So, please PLEASE review, and I’ll update ASAP.

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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.