Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

"Really?" I thought you were serious about this; never mind, it means you’ll be sticking around the school a little longer he thought to himself guiltily.

"Where's dad? His car's outside,"

"Down at the station, didn't you see him?"

***

Georgina didn’t move until she heard the front door open, and hurried down to see who it was, hoping it would be her father.

"Hi mom," she greeted, looking behind her to see if they had come home together.

"Don’t get too excited," the woman warned as she passed, putting down her bag in the hallway. "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes. Is dad still at the office? Have you heard from him? Know anything about any threats?"

"As far as I know, yes." she frowned and looked annoyed, "why are you so worried about him?"

"No reason." the girl lied, turning back upstairs, "night. Your dinner's in the oven."

‘By the way,’ her mother continued, stopping her as she tried to escape to her room again, ‘there was something I meant to tell you. You’re not going to Greece if this money doesn’t turn up.’

‘What?’ Georgina exclaimed, spinning round so quickly she almost fell off the step, ‘you can’t do that! The money is just to help!’

‘You’re a student, and you’re my daughter. I expect you to tell me if you hear anyone say anything, so there’s no reason why it shouldn’t reappear.’ Mrs. Castelle told her firmly, playing her hair as if she was bored by the conversation; like she always did when she was trying to point out that she had said what she wanted to say. "And don't forget, Miss Panben wants to see you first thing Monday."

"Not if I hear anything," she retorted bitterly, "you want me to make them tell me. You know what? I’d rather not go on the trip!" she yelled, and stalked out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

"Georgina…" was the only effort her mother made to stop her before she went to get the food and forgot all about the argument.

***

Fenton Hardy heard a slight noise behind him and glanced back. There was nothing there. You're being paranoid, Hardy, he told himself, you're not even working on a case. He managed to convince himself so completely that he forgot about his concern.

He forgot, that was, until he glanced in a shop window and saw the young, dark haired man dressed in a smart business suit that he thought he had seen before, and ducked in the next door. Sure enough, a few seconds, the other man followed and he quickly took a sudden interest in the nearest videotape.

"Something I can help you with?" he asked quietly when the stranger moved closer.

‘I – you saw me?’

Mr. Hardy looked up and smiled. ‘A suit isn’t the most appropriate thing to wear when you’re trying to be inconspicuous. Trust me, I tried it. And regretted it."

‘I’ll remember that next time,’ the man said, smiling although he looked troubled. ‘You are Fenton Hardy, aren’t you? The private investigator?’

‘Yes...’

‘Is there somewhere we can talk?’

***

Georgina didn't make the connection until she reached the road. Who cares about a stupid trip? There's a better use for that money. And I know just the person to ask... She changed her direction and headed for Mark Elm’s house; he and his gang were good at this kind of thing.

"Hey George!" the boy greeted excitedly, who was sitting outside on the porch when she opened the gate leading up the driveway. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hi. Are you busy?" she asked, coming up the steps.

"Well I’m waiting for some of the guys, but I’ve got a few minutes, sure. Sit." he offered, patting the space on the swing beside him.

She sat, trying to decide how to start.. "Would you believe me if I said I took that money?" she blurted at last, turning to look at him and startling when she realized how close he had moved. She had never noticed those eyes before... so deep, and dark, and... how could someone so cute be so bad? He was in a gang, he broke rules, he used to bully people before the school got stricter about it, so why did she like him?

"You did?’ he repeated, inching closer again, "I'm impressed. What are you going to do with it?"

"That's what I need your help with."

"You got it." he answered softly, suddenly putting his arm round her and leaning in to kiss her.

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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.