Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

“Like I said before, no problem,” Tony assured him as he popped the trunk of his car and then helped Frank get the spare tire out. “Do you have a jack?” he asked and then slammed the trunk shut when Frank nodded that he did. Tony glanced around. “Where’s Red?”

Frank grinned. “Doing a Sleeping Beauty impersonation.”

The olive skinned teen held up his hands and stepped back in mock horror. “Don’t even think it!”

“Think what?” the dark-haired Hardy asked, although the grin on his face said he knew exactly what his friend was referring to.

“I ain’t giving him his wake-up kiss!”

“Well no offence, Antonio,” Frank chuckled. “But I don’t think you’re quite Joe’s type. He prefers girls with a little less body hair!”

“Hey!” Tony protested. “What’cha saying?”

“Absolutely nothing,” the other boy deadpanned and then opened the back of the van to get their jack. Joe didn’t even seem to stir.

Tony shook his head in amazement. “Man – I think he could sleep through an earthquake!”

Frank had to agree. “Pretty much.”

“How do you guys do it? On a case I mean?” the Italian teen asked, genuinely curious as he knew that being a heavy sleeper was not exactly a sought-after trait in such a potentially dangerous occupation.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” Frank admitted as he set up the jack and slowly began to hoist the van just enough to get the wheel off. “But Joe isn’t like that when we’re working. Then he’s all hyper alert or something…he still hates to get up, but if so much as an evil fly gets in the room, he’s all rough and ready, nothing from me needed.”

Tony grinned. “Must be a talent.”

The other teen snorted. “Must be.”

“I heard that,” a sleep-thick voice rasped from the inside of the van.

“Shuddup and go back to sleep,” Frank grunted as he worked to loosen the nuts on the tires. “No one’s talking to you.”

“Not to…but certainly about,” came the reply around what sounded suspiciously like a yawn. “Need a hand?”

“Nope,” his brother ground out, finally getting the last nut off, “we got it covered.”

Joe never answered and the other two boys decided he must have dozed off again.

Tony took the blown-out tire from Frank after the older Hardy slid it off, and moved it out of the way. “Wow,” he commented, impressed, “you guys were lucky. This thing is way trashed.”

“I know,” Frank muttered as he lifted the spare tire up and set it in place of the previous one. “Darn van pulled right across the traffic…we came a bit too close to being the latest fashion in Hardy hood ornaments.”

His friend grimaced. “That would have sucked.”

“You’re telling me!”

Frank quickly finished mounting the tire and putting the nuts back on the wheel.

“I’m impressed,” Tony admitted as he watched his friend use a tire gauge to check the pressure in the spare. “I thought Joe was the automotively gifted one.”

Frank snorted. “That’s what he’d like you to think but I do okay…” He paused as he stood up and wiped an arm across his now sweaty brow. “Maybe not in his tinkering class but I don’t tinker too badly myself.”

“No sir, you don’t,” the other boy quipped approvingly as he slowly used the jack to lower the car while Frank picked up the ruined tire to put in the back of the van. They’d drop it off at a tire recycling depot in the morning. Now the older Hardy just wanted to get home.

Frank was surprised to see Joe sitting up inside the van when he opened the back door. He laughed out loud at the disarray of his brother’s scarlet locks, completely unleashed by a horrific case of bed-head.

“What’s so funny?” Joe asked, leaning over the backseat to shove stuff out of the way to make room for the tire.

“Your hair,” his brother admitted.

The younger boy scowled and touched his head, self-consciously. “I thought we’d already covered this.”

“Nah,” Frank snorted. “We’ve only just begun.” He indicated towards the front of the van. “Take a look.”

Pausing only long enough to skewer his brother with a deadly glare, Joe quickly made his way to the front seat, plopped his butt down and then lowered the driver’s visor so he could get a look at himself in the small vanity mirror. “AWK!” His horror over his hair was refreshed and he actually slammed the visor up and slumped down out of view.

“Joe?” Frank tried to keep a straight face. “You okay, buddy?”

“No!” came a wail from his hidden brother. “Do I LOOK okay?”

“Well—” Frank hesitated. “That’s kind of a trick question…”

“Augh!!” this time the wail was frustrated. “I look like a porcupine that went on a killing spree! Oh God! A postal porky!”

A snorted laugh turned into a cough as Frank turned away and pounded on his chest. “Sorry—” he managed a few moments later. “I’m not laughing at you, little brother, honestly. I’m laughing with you.”

Joe twisted around in the seat to give his brother the full power of a glare again. But it really didn’t help, as he had hunched down so much, the glare was coming from midway up the seat, and lost something in its presentation.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Frank finally said as he struggled to get his breathing back under control. “You’re not helping!”

“Oh pardon me—” came an angry mutter as Joe turned back around and continued to slump, grumbling about unflattering possible uses for a wise-ass older brother.

“What was that?” the older boy asked innocently, “I didn’t quite get that last comment.”

“Lucky you,” Joe groused unhappily. “Frank, can we just go now?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” His brother started to close the back door. “Let me say good-bye to Tony first.”

Sheepishly, Joe pushed open the driver’s side door and poked his head out – in his distress over his locks, he had momentarily forgotten their friend was here. “Yo. Tony – thanks, man!”

“No problem…Red,” Tony waved back ignoring the long-suffering look Joe gave him before he disappeared back inside. He grinned at Frank as they both started to walk towards Tony’s car. “Poor kid.”

Frank glanced at the van and nodded his head. “It’s been fun, I have to admit – certain occurrences set aside – but I think he’s had enough for one day.” Tony nodded in agreement as the young detective continued. “I’m going to give Callie a call when we get home and see if she can do anything to help.” Frank’s long time girlfriend, Callie Shaw was a pro when it came to hair dye and treatments. “Hopefully she can get him back to his blond roots.”

“I hope so too,” Tony admitted as he opened his car door. “Or else you might have to consider stashing him away in the basement for a while.”

“No kidding,” Frank chuckled. “It was bad enough before but he seems especially trouble bound with that head of hair.”

“All right, I’ll catch you later,” the Italian youth said as he started to lower himself into the car and then his eyes widened and he bolted back out. “Look at that!”

The sound of screeching tires preceded a large truck barreling around the curb and as the boys watched in horror, it crossed the lane and careened right towards them.

“MOVE!” Tony yelled and as the boys dived out of the way, the truck sideswiped Tony’s car and then rammed right into the side of the Hardys’ van.

“JOE!” Frank shouted in horror as he scrambled to his feet, but he could only watch as the force of the truck shoved the van off the side of the road and down a small embankment, finally coming to rest on its side.

The truck that had hit the van rocked to a dead stop. The driver and Frank locked eyes briefly and then the vehicle was backing up and roaring away.

“HEY!” Tony yelled at the hit-and-run driver, but Frank didn’t care about him. His only concern was his brother.

“JOE!” he called out again, half sliding down the side of the ditch. As he got closer to the van he heard his brother’s plaintive voice:

“Ouch.”

“Joe—” He hurried around to the front of the van to see in through the front windshield.

“Frank?” his brother sounded lucid which Frank took as a good sign that he might not be hurt too badly.

“Yeah, kiddo, I’m right here.” The older Hardy struggled to make out the younger boy through the cracked windshield. He couldn’t see very clearly but Joe was definitely moving around; and then a few moments later as he heard Tony calling 9-1-1 in the background, he heard his brother deadpan – and although this was serious, Frank couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he was sure now that while Joe might be trapped, he couldn’t be hurt too badly –

“This really sucks.”

And Frank could do nothing but agree…

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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.