Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

To look at them they seemed like normal teenagers. Both were into sports – studied and did their homework – stressed over upcoming school tests – went to the movies – had fun with their friends and were going steady with two very pretty girls.

The older of the two was eighteen and stood 6’1” with dark brown hair and eyes – a lean muscular body. His pretty blonde girlfriend liked to describe his eyes as being a milky chocolate brown, especially when he would gaze over at her – she saw so much love in that one glance. The eighteen-year-old was considered to be a genius; he just thought of himself as very smart. He had always liked to learn about new things. He would have spent most of his time studying if it weren’t for one person – his best friend – his partner - his younger brother.

Younger by one year, standing at an even six feet, with blonde hair and sapphire-blue eyes, he had a more muscular build than his older brother. He was also more outgoing and athletic. The young teen was often told that he wore his heart on his sleeve. He had a great passion for life and having fun. Though he didn’t get straight A’s like his brother, he did well in school. He was considered one of the cutest boys at Bayport High. He had suffered a great loss for someone so young. His first love had been killed by a car bomb that was meant for him and his brother. His family and friends had been very concerned for him when she died. They saw how his passion for life disappeared. Several female students had tried to capture his heart, but it wasn’t until he met a pretty ash-blonde girl with grayish-blue eyes that his life turned around. From the first time they met, he only had eyes for her.

Frank and Joe Hardy didn’t come from a rich family nor were they poor. They could be considered middle class – they might not have the latest or newest gadgets but they didn’t lack for anything. They had two loving parents and an elderly aunt who cared for them.

Fenton Hardy stood 6’2” with dark brown hair and eyes. Many people commented on how much his older son, Frank, resembled him. Fenton had been a detective for the New York Police but he wanted more. When Frank was two years old and Joe a year, Fenton left the police force to become a private investigator. He moved his family to a small seaside town called Bayport. His reputation for being honest – keeping his clients’ names out of the press and working within the realms of the law – Fenton’s business grew. It didn’t hurt that he almost always got the perpetrators. Soon he was helping with sensitive cases with the CIA, FBI and a little-known government agency called The Network.

Laura Hardy, nee’ Sullivan, stood 5’4” and had curly blonde hair and blue eyes. If Frank resembled his father, Joe resembled his mother in looks – though her eye color wasn’t as intense as her younger son’s. When Fenton had announced that he wanted to quit the police force and become a private detective, Laura had been ecstatic. She had always worried when her husband was on duty – little did she know how much more dangerous becoming a P.I. would be! When her sons showed an aptitude for solving mysteries, Laura had been proud but thought it was just a passing phase. When it became apparent that it wasn’t – she encouraged their desire to become detectives like their father but secretly hoped they would change their minds and become doctors or lawyers– Laura would have been even happy and proud if they became the manager at the local burger stand!

*****

Frank wondered what his life would be like if it weren’t for his brother Joe. He always had been a shy and cautious child, preferring his books and computer to playing outside. Joe on the other hand was a happy outgoing child growing up. He loved meeting new people and had a very active imagination! Whenever Joe thought that Frank was spending too much time on the computer he would get his older brother to come out and play. It wasn’t easy – he sometimes had to annoy or whine until Frank couldn’t take it anymore. Then there were the times that he pouted or playfully teased his older brother. Once Joe got Frank outside the older boy had a lot of fun.

But Joe wasn’t all no work and all play! Frank made sure that his younger brother stayed still long enough to do his homework and learn new things. Frank gave Joe his love of history and mythology. Both brothers shared a fondness for all things involving science. They also shared an eclectic taste in music, although Joe had a special love for heavy metal while Frank leaned more towards jazz and classical.

The brothers had a diverse group of friends. There was Chet Morton, a happy-go-lucky guy with reddish-brown hair and light brown eyes. He stood 6’0”, and had a stout figure and a healthy appetite for food. He loved starting new hobbies but never finished them. The ongoing hobby he had was fixing up his beloved “Queen” – an old jalopy that once belonged to his grandfather. Chet’s younger sister Iola had dated Joe until her untimely death. It took a long time for Chet to convince Joe that he never blamed him for his sister’s death. Yes, Joe had been flirting with another girl, which caused Iola to become angry, but Chet knew how much the young Hardy loved his sister. He knew that if Joe had known a bomb had been planted in his car – Joe would have done everything in his power to prevent Iola from getting hurt even if it meant his life.

Tony Prito was of Italian descent; he stood 5’9”, with olive skin, and had dark, almost black hair and eyes. He had a lean wiry build and was said to have a new girlfriend almost every month. Tony’s father was co-owner of a construction company; his uncle owned the other half. Tony worked as a manager at the Pizzeria located at the Bayport Mall, his father owned the restaurant.

Biff Hooper was the same height as Joe. With Biff’s muscular build, blonde hair and blue eyes he and Joe were sometimes mistaken for brothers. Biff’s given name was Allen, but he didn’t like that name, using a favorite uncle’s nickname instead. His muscular build was the result of many hours of weight lifting. He had a small weight “gym” in the basement of his home, and he and Joe spent several hours every weekend working out.

Phil Cohen was a tall lanky teen with brown hair and eyes. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, and was a shy young man who was an electronics genius. Next to Joe, Frank considered him one of his best friends. Phil had created several electronic gadgets that aided the Hardys in their cases.

*****

Frank finished brushing his teeth; after rinsing his mouth out he put his toothbrush back. He was about to go back to his room when there was a pounding at the door.

“Come on Frank, I need to get ready too, you know!”

It was times like these that Frank wished he didn’t have to share the bathroom with his brother. The bathroom connected his and Joe’s rooms. Opening the door that led to Joe’s room, he glared at his younger brother.

“We’ve still got plenty of time – what’s your hurry?”

A slow smile crossed Joe’s face. “Hey, it takes time to look this good!”

Frank rolled his eyes and turned to go to his room. He could hear Joe laughing as he shut the door.

Thirty minutes later, Frank and Joe came down the stairs. They found their parents sitting in the living room watching television. Laura turned and smiled at her two sons.

“You boys look very handsome!” Laura said.

Frank was wearing a black turtleneck sweater that accentuated his lean muscular build. He had on dark blue jeans and black loafers on his feet. Joe wore a blue and brown pullover sweater. The blue color in the sweater brought out the color of Joe’s eyes.

“Thanks Mom – especially since Frank does try his best! But he does have a lot to live up to - it’s not easy having me as a brother!”

“Tell me about it!” Frank lamented. “What with his delusions of grandeur!”

Fenton chuckled softly as he listened to his sons’ teasing banter.

“You boys be careful and try not to get into any trouble,” he said.

“It’s not our fault if trouble seems to find us!” Joe replied.

“Well, try and not let it find you! Do you two have enough money?”

Frank stopped Joe from answering by replying first: “We’re good, Dad, but thank you for offering.”

Giving their mother a kiss goodbye, Frank and Joe left to pick up their girlfriends, Callie Shaw and Vanessa Bender.

As Joe drove the van towards Callie’s house, Frank glanced over at his brother. “You’re going to be on your best behavior tonight, right?” Frank looked worriedly at his brother.

“I’m always on my best behavior – you should be speaking to your girlfriend, not me!”

Frank noticed the way Joe clenched the steering wheel as he tried to control his temper. “Anyway, if I lose my temper with Callie it’s only because I’m responding to her attitude towards me!”

Frank knew that Joe was right – he didn’t know why Callie was rude to Joe.

“I don’t understand it, Frank – Callie used to like me! Ever since Iola died…it’s like she blames me for what happened!”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Why – why is it ridiculous?! It’s true and you know it!”

“No it’s not and the reason I know it’s not is because – if she blamed you she would blame me too. That bomb was meant for both of us – not just you!”

Joe just shrugged and didn’t say anything else. Frank thought it was time to have a talk with Callie.

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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.