So, I know it's late for a Valentine's Day fic, but I couldn't help myself. I wrote this one-shot for a club and then edited it so it fit the Hardy Boys. Joe is not a detective, Iola lived, you can guess the rest. Hope you enjoy!

I do not own the Hardy Boys.

Iola sighed to herself as she laid in her bed at 23:59. Eyes glanced to the empty side, and she wondered where her husband was at one minute to Valentines Day. In a building, gun in his hand, shouting orders as his unit searched for weapons and illegal substances? Or was Joe on a small cot somewhere, tossing and turning as he tried to go to sleep despite the bombs erupting in the distance? Or was he on the front line?

Her thoughts were interrupted as the grandfather clock clang midnight at the same time the doorbell rang. Brow furrowing and a frown forming, Iola slipped out of bed and into her slippers. Who was here at this time of night?

Reaching the door, Iola peered through the window and, gasping, fumbled with the lock. Throwing the door open, she propelled herself into the man's arms.

"How...?"

"I applied for leave," Joe's voice felt wonderful as it breathed into her hair. "Will you be my valentine?"

"You know the answer," she replied. "I gave it to you when I said I would marry you."

She was just happy her husband was safe in her arms.

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