Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

The next few days were a blur of activity; the 'mature young adults' were finding themselves forgetting everything, and having to ask the nearest teacher every time they had to do something. Between finding rooms, meeting new teachers and visiting the guidance counselor for more advice, there was little time for anything else, let alone think or worry about what anyone else was up to.

And this worked perfectly for Georgina. For once, she found that her mother being a teacher gave her an advantage; she could ask the questions at home that the other students had to worry about at school. This gave her a chance to do what she wanted, without anyone noticing.

Some of the more organized students had already started giving her their money, but none of them understood why she grinned every time someone paid. Six dollars from each of her classmates amounted to a lot when there were around twenty of them in each class.

***

"If one more teacher asks me how I'm finding the lessons, I'm going to slap them!" Vanessa announced, meeting up with the boys at break. "Please tell me you know where you're going next."

"Do we?" Joe asked, promptly turning to his brother.

"Yeah. English Lit, upstairs, room 32."

"Good!" Vanessa answered, "Then I've got a few questions."

"Has anyone noticed I'm not a member of the staff?" Frank teased. "What is it? Forgotten how to use a pen?"

"No.” She grinned, “Forgot to bring one."

"Very mature," Joe teased, "she's senile already."

***

Georgina walked into the staff lounge as soon as the final bell rang.

The large room had started as two separate classrooms, until someone decided that the dividing wall should be knocked down to make it larger. There was a large board mounted on the wall with reminders for the teachers of what they had to tell their students, and below it a table with separate registers for each classes, a pile of papers to be handed out on top of each one. The room consisted of two long tables like the ones in the library, where the teachers could leave their belongings during the day. She gave the teachers the money she had collected from her classmates, and went in search of her mother.

"George," the tall redhead greeted, "I'll be ready in a minute."

"It's okay," the girl answered, curiously glancing at the papers on the desk. "How can you teach ethics?"

"It's a new course for the sixth and seventh years," her mother answered, "the new religious studies teacher is teaching it. He wont really be teaching you anything, after all people have different ideas of right and wrong, but he'll be showing you how to...are you okay?" she asked concernedly as her daughter suddenly swayed a little.

"Yeah...I'll go get a drink of water or something."

She quickly left the lounge and was about to go to the deputy director's office, where she knew the money would be stored when she suddenly realized there was someone beside her.

"Iola!" she exclaimed, "don't sneak up on people like that!"

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. Is there anyone in there, or am I wasting my time?"

"Just mom..." she glanced down the corridor, annoyed that she was being delayed, "what's wrong?"

***

"School really is affecting you, isn't it?" Fenton Hardy teased, leaning in the doorway of Frank's bedroom.

Both boys were on the bed; Frank was lying on his stomach, frowning at his textbook, and Joe had already fallen asleep on his books.

Frank glanced at his brother, and looked up. "It’s just till we get used to it. I thought you said you were going over to Sam's?"

Sam Radley had been their father's associate since the boys were young. He was tall, lean and blond and had had no trouble in getting accepted as a friend to both his partner and his family. The two men worked well together due to the fact that they respected each other, and Sam was one of the people that would 'babysit' Frank and Joe if Fenton had to go anywhere on a case.

"I'm glad to see you concentrating so hard. I've already been."

"But it's only..." he looked at the clock on the table beside the bed, "six thirty?" he exclaimed.

"I guess I won't have to worry about forcing him to go to bed and get to sleep early anymore. Have you had anything to eat?"

"No."

"Dinner should be ready in about an hour, okay?"

"Sure." the boy had already turned back to his work.

***

Frank woke to the noise of his alarm clock going off to inform him that it was six am. He reached over and punched the button to turn it off, and then lay on his back and waited for a few minutes to prepare himself for the task of waking his brother up.

Finally he got up and, passing through the bathroom that separated the boys' rooms, went in to his brother.

"Morning," he called cheerfully, snapping on the light from the switch next to the door.

" 'Night," Joe responded, reaching up to turn it off from the switch above the bed.

"Well, as long as I know you're awake, I guess I can start getting ready. I'll let you know when I'm done with my shower."

The trick worked; Joe jumped out of bed and ran across the room, falling against the wall as he lost his balance from the sudden movement.

"Forget it. It's your turn to have the cold shower. You've left me with no hot water this whole week."

"You should get up faster. You'd better get started, you don't want to be late, do you?"

He moved aside to let his brother pass, and turned on the light to get a better view of the cluttered room. Even though the weather was still hot, Joe insisted on keeping a blanket on the bed, probably just so he could throw it off during the night, as it always seemed to end up on the floor. Books that had been dropped on the floor had been left there; a small path had been left where the boy would go through to get to the closet, which was the tidiest part of the room, since all it had in it was his uniform and schoolbag. The desk near the window was hidden under a mountain of books and papers, but his laptop was safely hidden on the shelf above it.

***

After a hurried breakfast - Joe had taken his time in the shower to make sure he had used every last drop of the hot water - their father took them to school, stopping briefly to pick up Biff, who lived a few

streets away. It wasn't a long walk to the school, so they didn't mind walking home, but none of them could face walking any distance at seven o'clock in the morning.

"We might not be home when you get back this afternoon," Fenton announced, "just try to keep the excitement to a minimum, okay? I'd like to have a house to come back to."

"You're not going to be there?" Joe repeated. He turned to his friend, "Hey, we were thinking about having a 'it's Friday!' party after school. You'll be there, right?"

"I'll spread the word." Biff promised.

"Maybe I should have been a little more specific," Fenton amended, smiling, "could I have a house... in living condition?"

***

"We really need to consider going to a different school," Joe suggested as they headed toward the auditorium, "what kind of school keeps you from seven thirty till one forty?"

"If that's how you feel, why don't you quit and find a job? You can, you know."

"Do they accept people as detectives at sixteen?" Biff teased.

Everyone knew that Frank and Joe wanted to become detectives like their father, and that despite their age they had already solved several cases, both with and without Fenton's help, making a name for themselves as amateur detectives.

"Yeah, that reminds me..." Joe drawled, looking pointedly at his brother, who was reading his timetable.

Frank looked up when he realized he was being stared at. "You're kidding, aren't you? How can you even think about cases when

school's like this? You fell asleep doing your homework! That makes it very easy for someone to kidnap you, you know."

"Oh, they can do that when I'm awake," Joe answered lightly. "are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but there is no way we - me, anyway - are taking any cases if this schoolwork doesn't let up. A-levels are important for college and... they give you some other options in case detective doesn't work out."

"He's got a point," Biff shrugged apologetically as Joe looked at him for support. "You never know, you might even change your mind."

"There's never been any question before," Joe sulked, then turned away and went ahead of them into the building.

"There's no point taking these exams if he's that sure." Frank remarked. "Maybe he should stop."

"But you two..."

"I'm still considering other careers. Sure, detective is my first choice, but I'm not against anything else. Don't look at me like that," he snapped, as his friend continued to stare at him, stunned, "no one said we have to do everything the same. He should start getting used to the idea that we won’t always be together."

Georgina, who had been walking unnoticed behind them, smiled. If Frank and Joe were busy fighting, and Frank managed to convince his brother like he usually did, they wouldn't pay any attention to the things that were about to start happening. Perfect.

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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.