Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Frank pondered Joe’s statement for a bit. The brothers had walked into the kitchen; Frank took an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the small dining table in the kitchen. Joe was peering in the refrigerator looking for a more substantial snack.

Taking a bite of his apple, Frank chewed slowly, still thinking things over. Joe found some leftover spaghetti and took the small container out. While the food was heating in the microwave, the blonde teen took out the Parmesan cheese and two cans of soda. He tossed one can to Frank. The microwave beeped, signaling that his food was ready. Frank watched with amusement as Joe covered the spaghetti with cheese.

“You want some spaghetti with that Parmesan?” chuckled Frank.

Joe ignored him as he took a large bite. Frank started to laugh when Joe let out a muffled yelp and quickly chewed on his food.

“Hot, is it?” Frank managed to get out through his laughter.

“A little,” replied Joe after gulping down some of his soda.

“I don’t know where you put it! I should be telling you not to eat that because you’ll spoil your dinner – but I know you’ll be enjoying two servings come dinner time!” Frank shook his head in dismay.

“I need nourishment – I am a growing boy, you know!” Joe smiled at his brother, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Joe, you need to change that excuse – you’ve already stopped growing…” Frank paused as a grin slowly flitted across his face… ”at least height-wise!”

Frank and Joe had just finished cleaning the kitchen up when Fenton arrived home. Hearing the front door open and close, Frank went to check who had arrived home first.

“Dad, welcome back! How did the case go?” Frank gave his father a quick hug.

“It’s still ongoing and it brought me back here.” Fenton replied as he returned the hug.

“Dad!” Joe had come out of the kitchen and hurried over to his father, giving him a tighter, longer hug. “What’s this about your case bringing you back home?” the young boy asked as he let go of Fenton.

Fenton sat gratefully in his recliner, letting out a contented sigh. Frank and Joe sat down on the sofa, waiting patiently but anxiously for an explanation.

“Sam is still in New York checking on a few leads, but we found out that our guy has family ties here in Bayport.”

Fenton Hardy had been called in by his former partner from his NYPD days, Sam Peterson. There had been a rash of robberies targeting small Mom-and-Pop grocery stores. So far no one had been seriously hurt – until the last robbery. An off-duty police officer was working part-time as a security guard. Officer Ryan knew the owners, having grown up in the neighborhood. Whether or not the robber meant to merely wound Ryan when he shot at him – that was not what happened. He had died on the way to the hospital.

Peterson, now Chief of Police, hired Fenton to find the fugitive. Chief Peterson was worried that his officers might seek some type of retaliation.

The robber, Matt Harris, was a twenty five-year-old with light brown hair and green eyes. He had grown up in a one-parent home along with two younger brothers and one older sister. His mother was seldom home, having to work two jobs to pay the bills and feed her family. When he was eleven years old, Matt’s mother was killed by a drunk driver. His eighteen-year-old sister, not wanting to take responsibility for her younger brothers, left home soon after the funeral. Matt and his two younger brothers found themselves in foster care.

Although his life had not been easy, Matt was a good kid who fell in with the wrong crowd. He hadn’t meant to kill Officer Ryan but he had been caught by surprise when Ryan pulled out his gun.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” asked Joe hopefully.

Fenton smiled at his youngest. “I think I can handle this one, son.”

“So who do you think is hiding Harris?” asked Frank, trying not to sound too disappointed.

Fenton bit back a smile; he knew how much his sons loved to help him. “She’s his maternal grandmother, a Mrs. Williams. I didn’t see your mother’s car – is she out on an errand?”

“You could say that. She went to pick up Aunt Gertrude at the airport,” answered Frank.

Fenton got up from the recliner. “Well then – let’s surprise your mother by making dinner.”

Laura and Gertrude were surprised when they arrived home to find dinner already made. Joe had made the salad and put rolls in the oven. Frank made mashed potatoes and gravy while Fenton fried chicken and cooked some green beans.

“Well, Fenton,” said Gertrude in astonishment; “this chicken is delicious!”

“It should be – it is your recipe!” he replied teasingly.

“That explains it, then!” Gertrude replied with a loud harrumph.

Laura took hold of Fenton’s hand and smiled at him. “Now Gertrude, I know for a fact that Fenton is a very good cook. Why, the best dates I had with him were when he cooked dinner for us at his apartment.”

Laura turned towards Gertrude, a look of concern on her face when the older woman made an odd choking noise. Joe was standing behind his aunt, gently patting her back.

“Gertrude, are you all right?” Laura asked as she gave the woman a glass of water.

“He cooked – is that what he told you?!” Gertrude eyed her brother incredulously.

As his family turned to look at him, Fenton shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“Are you saying that you cooked those dinners, Auntie?” chuckled Joe.

“You know,” said Laura. “I always did wonder why I never saw any dirty pots and pans in your kitchen.”

Fenton cleared his throat as he suddenly found his plate of food very interesting, the sound of his family’s laughter ringing in his ears.

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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.