Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Nancy didn’t know how long she was out before a knock on her window startled her. She jumped, but immediately regretted it as a shooting pain went up her left leg. She turned to see a man standing outside her door, staring at her.

“Are you okay?” the man shouted.

Nancy could feel the blackness creeping in again.

“Hey!” he shouted. “You have to let me know if you’re okay!”

Nancy let out a low moan and raised a weak hand to her forehead. She felt a large lump and stickiness–she knew that her head was bleeding.

The man tore Nancy ’s door open and she slumped against him. She sat her up and she looked at him through blurry eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked loudly.

Nancy winced. “ Nancy.” She said weakly.

“I need you to stay with me, Nancy. My name is Luke. I’m going to help you, okay?” he said.

Nancy nodded that she understood.

“How bad are you hurt, besides that nasty bump on your head?” Luke asked.

“My leg,” Nancy said. “I think it may be broken.” She gasped in pain.

“Don’t try to do anything.” Luke said. “I’m going to get you out if here.”

Nancy nodded again and passed out.

*****

Frank Hardy looked at his watch and sighed. It was eight o’clock and Nancy still hadn’t arrived. It struck him as odd because she was such a stickler for punctuality.

He grabbed the cordless from his night stand and dialed Nancy ’s cell phone. He was instantly greeted by her voice message:

“Hi, it’s Nancy. I would think of a clever greeting for you, but I don’t have any. Leave me a message.”

Frank sighed. “Hey, Nan , it’s me. I’m getting worried about you. Call me as soon as you get this message.” He hung up the phone and threw it on his bed.

“Still no word from her?” Joe asked, walking in.

Frank shook his head. “All I keep getting is her voice mail.”

“Maybe she’s stuck in traffic or stopped for a bite to eat.” Joe offered.

“Then why isn’t she answering her cell phone?” Frank asked.

“Maybe the battery is low or it’s out of the service area.” Joe said.

“Or maybe something’s happened to her and she can’t get to her phone.” Frank said.

“You’re being paranoid, Frank.” Joe said. “And assuming the worst. And you know what they say about that.”

“Yeah, I know what they say,” Frank said. “But I’m also thinking logically.”

Joe walked to his brother’s bed and sat down. “If something happened, Frank, she’ll call.”

Frank walked over to the window and looked outside. “I hope you’re right, Joe.”

*****

When Nancy woke up, she had no idea where she was. She looked through her groggy eyes and saw that she was lying in a bed in a room that had a fireplace, a small dresser, and a television. Definitely no where I know, she thought.

The door to the bedroom opened and a man walked in. Nancy ’s reflexes immediately kicked in and she tensed. But when the man smiled warmly at her, she relaxed a little.

“You’re finally awake.” he said.

“Where am I?” Nancy asked.

“You’re at my house. I brought you here after your car accident.” He explained.

“And you are?” she asked.

The man chuckled. “I see you’ve forgotten we’ve already met. My name is Luke Medina.”

Nancy gave him a small smile and then winced when she felt a sharp pain in her leg.

“Is you leg starting to bother you?” Luke asked. He went over to her bed and puled the flannel blanket off of her leg so she could see it. Nancy saw that it was heavily bandaged.

“What did I do to my leg?” she asked.

“You have a hairline fracture. The doc just wrapped it up in a temporary cast until we can get into town to a hospital. But he says it’s really nothing to worry about. Just to try to stay off of it as much as you can.” Luke explained.

Nancy sat up as a sudden thought occurred to her. “I can’t stay here. I’m supposed to be meeting my friends in New York right now.”

Luke gently pushed her back. “You can call them and explain what happened. They can come here and pick you up. Your car was totaled and the town truck brought it in. And besides, you’re in no condition to drive.”

Nancy started to protest, but she knew that Luke was right. Her leg was starting to throb and she knew if she tried to drive on it, the pain would be unbearable.

“Well, can you at least hand me my purse?” Nancy asked.

Luke smiled. “Now, that I can do.”

He grabbed her purse off of the dresser and handed it to her. Nancy found her cell phone and dialed Frank.

“Nancy!” he exclaimed into the phone.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Nancy said.

“Where are you? Why aren’t you here? Why haven’t you called?” he asked.

“Somewhere in Pennsylvania. I was in a car accident. And I’ve been unconscious.” Nancy explained swiftly.

“What!?” Frank cried. “Are you okay?”

“My leg has a hairline fracture and I have a nasty bump on my head. But other than that, I’m fine.” Nancy explained. “The doctor says I can’t do anything or I’ll make my leg worse that it is.”

“What hospital are you at?” Frank asked. “Joe and I will come and get you.”

“I’m not.” Nancy said. “I’m at a man’s house–the man who found me. And I just happen to be in a town that doesn’t have a hospital.”

“I don’t like this, Nan .” Frank said.

“Everything is fine, Frank.” Nancy said. “Luke has been very good to me.”

“Well, tell me where you are.” Frank said.

Just then Nancy ’s phone beeped.”Look, my phone is dying. I’ll call you back in the morning. There’s not much that can be done right now anyway.”

She hung up the phone before he could protest. She sat back against her pillows and sighed. She really hoped that she was right about Luke.

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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.