Disclaimer: I do not own the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew. I only own Kelly Blake and any other character that doesn't seem familiar. Any of the story line that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.

A small, petite woman rushed down the street. She was trying her best to get to where she needed as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, she had a small reputation of being late to things. Despite trying to be as early as possible, she almost always ended up getting distracted.

The small woman was about 5 foot. She had chocolate, straight brown hair that reached to her waist. Her eyes were a soft hazel color. She found the building she was supposed to be at and walked in. The front desk lady looked up and chuckled when she saw the flustered woman.

"Room 224. They haven't started yet. You're in luck, one other hasn't shown yet either." she called.

"Thanks Grace!"

The woman got into the elevator and played with her hands. She had ADHD. That was part of the reason she got distracted so easily. That's why her career choice of becoming a detective was such a good one for her. She was able to move around quite frequently. And when she was stuck at a desk, she almost always had company.

Nervously entering the room, she avoided her boss' gaze as she hurriedly sat down next to her oldest friend, Nancy Drew. A few of the other detectives who knew who she was chuckled under their breath.

"Hey Nan. You guys haven't started yet right?" she whispered.

"No. Everyone got silent when you walked in. We're waiting for Mr. Hardy." Nancy replied.

Slowly the other conversations started up again. The girl eased into a comfortable conversation with Nancy.

"Are the boys coming?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I do hope so." Nancy answered.

"You want to see Frank don't you?"

"Shut up. You're just as bad."

"I barely know them. You, on the other hand."

Nancy just rolled her eyes.

"Kelly Blake! I just about thought that'd you'd never show!" a man stood in front of Kelly and Nancy.

"Hello, James."

"How's your dad doing?"

"Fine. He's debating going into business with Fenton Hardy."

"Very nice. I'll see you around!"

Nancy turned to Kelly.

"You never did tell me how you came to know him."

"Oh he used to work for my father. He's like an uncle to me. He's great." Kelly grinned.

Nancy and Kelly continued to chat. The door to the room opened. Like when Kelly walked in, the group got quiet as they waited to see who would enter. Kelly rolled her eyes as Nancy quickly looked away from Frank Hardy's gaze.

"You're like a middle schooler." Kelly whispered.

"Shut up." Nancy hissed back.

Kelly laughed under her breath as she watched Fenton and Joe Hardy follow behind Frank. Frank sat himself down besides her. Kelly lightly elbowed Nancy in the side. Nancy glared at her as Joe and Fenton took a seat next to Frank.

"Alright! Well now that everyone's here, we shall get started. If you don't know me, my name is George Blake. I run the company here."

Kelly sighed as George Blake talked on. He was, in fact, related to her. He was her uncle. Her father was overseas. He was doing a job in France. She hated it when he left because every single time, George took over. He was completely against Kelly becoming an investigator. Her father was all for it. George was a business man. And in a business that could get dirty, women weren't supposed to be apart of it. He wanted Kelly to marry young and become a perfect housewife. Her mother died during child birth. Kelly was the only thing left of her mother.

"Kelly!" she looked up.

"Yes?" she asked, looking annoyed at George.

"If you would kindly pay attention and stop your lollygagging, then we could get right on to what we're discussing."

"With all do respect, why does it matter if I'm the only one who absolutely has to pay attention to every tiny detail?"

"It would do you best not to talk back to your elders."

Kelly crossed her arms and lazily motioned for him to continue. George huffed and began his speech again.

Paying attention was almost physically impossible for her. She had bad ADHD. Sitting still was something she just couldn't do. Her uncle knew it too.

He took every chance he got to poke at her about it. If there was something for a detective to do, she defiantly wouldn't be the first one called. His excuse was that she was too jumpy and hyper. She was a kid.

Kelly was twenty one. She was no longer a kid. Just because she was short, that didn't make her a kid. Kelly started to fiddle with her hair. After a long, boring hour, the presentation began to come to a close.

"Any other questions?"

All heads shook no.

"Alright! Thank you for coming! Kelly, come see me in my office."

George left the room. Kelly groaned and stood up.

"Good luck." Nancy called.

"Thanks." Kelly mumbled, "I'll need it."

The petite girl made her way down the hall to her uncle's office. Well, her father's office. Kelly went up to the heavy wood door and knocked twice.

"Enter." a voice called.

Kelly shoved the door open. What she saw shocked her.

"Daddy!"

The twenty one year old was suddenly a child again. Just for that moment. She ran up and gripped her father into a hug.

"How was your trip? Did things go well? Oh do tell me everything!"

"I will in due time. Until then, as you know, I have been looking into going into business with Fenton Hardy. We agreed that you and his boys would work a case together. Nancy can join you too. But this joint case shouldn't be your usual thrill seeker. I know you work well with Nancy, but I want to see about the boys. You up for this?"

"Yes! Thank you father."

"Run along now. I need to have a chat with your uncle."

Kelly skipped out of the room to go find Nancy.