Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, or the characters associated with them.
Author's notes: This is probably one of the most out there ideas I've had…just so you know. This prologue is just a teaser until this weekend when I'll be able to really start the fic more.
Prologue- Uh…Ouch?
Nancy glanced around the warehouse that she, Frank, and Joe were investigating. They had reason to believe that a ring of thieves were using the abandoned warehouse as a home base and storage unit. The three detectives had agreed to split up; Frank had started for the offices, Joe to see if he could find any of the stolen items, and Nancy was on the lookout to make sure they weren't about to be walked in on by the group they were investigating.
It had been a long case that had started with a call from the brothers. Bayport had been plagued by warehouse thefts, and neither the police nor the Hardys were having luck with tracking the thieves down. They needed a fresh outlook on things.
Nancy was happy to comply. In River Heights there had been a dry spell of mysteries to solve, and she found herself spending a lot more time with Bess and George. It wasn't that she didn't love the cousins, because she did. But in light of her recent breakup with Ned, which had been mutual she was quick to point out, the two had been focused on setting her up with their latest finds in boys, something that Nancy wasn't very appreciative of. Needless to say the call from Frank was a very welcome escape.
A sudden noise caused her to turn around quickly, but it was only to see an object hurtling towards her head. Before she could duck or move it collided with her forehead. For a few moments she felt an intense pain and could see only a bright light as she crumpled to the ground, and then there was only darkness.
Frank leapt from his seat in the waiting room in the hospital as the doctor approached. He had stumbled upon Nancy once his investigation of the warehouse offices had been completed. She had been lying in a small pool of blood, and very unresponsive. Frank had been scared, though a little less so when Joe had returned. Joe was behaving a bit more rationally than him at that point and was able to point out that she was alive.
Joe was also able to point out the shovel that was lying next to her. It had been what she was hit with. Joe had called the ambulance, and Joe had kept his brother together.
Frank was grateful for Joe, but he was also very unconcerned with Joe. He was however, very concerned with Nancy. "How is she?" He asked quickly.
The doctor held up a hand, as though warding him and Joe off. "She's being brought up to a room now. She hasn't woken up yet. Our tests revealed a severe concussion. The shovel she was hit with caused a significant trauma to her brain and skull. She should be fine, but it may be anywhere from an hour to a few days until she wakes up." The doctor paused. "If you'll follow me I can bring you up to her room."
Yeah it's short I know. But it introduces one of many conflicts. It's important.
Thoughts?