This is my version of a Hardy Boys Book :) This is also my first book on fanfiction. Don't forget to review it!

Chapter 1

I couldn't breathe!

I was going to drown in my best friend's pool!

I stole a glance at my attacker- a tall, muscually, bald guy.

I reason I was drowning was all my kid brother's fault. Joe. He was all like, 'Hey, Frank! Let's just waltz into Chet's house and catch those mugs in the act!'

Why did I listen to him?

We were shoved out of Chet's bedroom window and into his pool, a some thirty feet below. Wherever Joe was I only prayed he wasn't drowning like me.

The pool had frozen over and I had fallen right through the ice.

See, the Mortensons own a large car dealership, which was apparently the source of their substansual sum of their income. The crook, Jake White, had at once worked for Mr. Mortenson but was caught stealing money from the cash register. As you guessed, they fired him.

Jake apparently thought breaking into their house and stealing them blind, while they were away on vacation, was a good idea to get even. What he didn't know, was that Joe and I were on a stakeout there.

Any how, back to me drowning.

Hyperthermia was setting in fast, and I only had… three minutes top before I would loose consciousness, and around thirty seconds before I would suffocate.

Choices, Choices…

And considering the fact that Jake was covering the only way of escape…

Joe, where the heck are you??

Did I mention he's late for everything?

I clawed my attacker's arm, but it didn't do any good. He just shoved my head even further under the freezing water.

That's when he suddenly released my head and turned around.

I broke the surface, shivering the entire time as I climbed- or attempted to pull myself from my watery grave.

Jake was now pre-occupied by Joe, who waas now rambiling on about something that made no sense. Then again, considering I was practically water-logged, maybe I was misunderstanding what he was saying…

"Your're nothing than an overgrown bug, Jake!" Joe stated, smirking.

Then again…

Joe planted his fist in Jake's nose breaking it with one SNAP!

Jake was down for the count. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

I couldn't help but smile.

Seconds later Jake was off for a niiiice looong stay at Bayport County Jail.

Joe helped pull me to my feet. "You okay, Frank?" he asked, still smirking.

I glared. "N-n-not fun-n-y." My teeth chattered as we walked to the car.

Joe continued to tease me as we drove home.

Upon entering the house, my parrot Playback, shouted; "Wimps! Wimps!"

I muttered some choice words about him under my breath. After a long, hot, and relaxing shower. I heard Joe rapping on the door. After I'd dressed and exited the bathroom. Joe stopped me. "Frank," he said. "Hold on tight. We just received another Case."

I'll add more soon :)