AN: … If feel so bad for you guys because you must be so tired of me. Like 'Omg… it's her again', but I just can't stay away from Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Fanfiction! Because, honestly let's face it… Nancy and Frank would be the cutest couple in the history of couples! So yeah, I'm back at it AGAIN and hopefully for real this time. Each chapter takes me a week or two because I have decided to amp up my editing process and make it rigorous and just plain hard editing. So yeah…

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I did not come up with the brilliant idea of creating the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew… I missed out on the opportunity of a life time

~1Roanoke1

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Chapter 1

"Bayport on My Mind"

A gust of polluted air swept across smooth shaven face. He slowly breathed in the cool, autumn air as a smile crept across his face. Home, he thought, it reminds me of home. A chime had interrupted his thoughts, reminding him of the task at hand. He got off the malodorous (Which means 'bad smelling') subway train that was teeming with Parisians and hastened up a set of stairs leading to the bustling streets of Paris. While keeping with his fast pace, he pulled on his favorite 'New York Mets' baseball cap, not matching his outfit of a nice black jacket for the fall, a cashmere sweater and khaki pants. He briskly entered a small bakery in the corner of a busy street. He entered the shop a got a whiff of the aroma of freshly baked bread. As he stepped into the shop, a small chime of a bell signaled his entrance. As soon as the bells had rung, a stout man, who was roughly in his mid-thirties, came out from the back room.

"Do you have it?" The presumed baker asked with a thick French accent.

The man in the cap nodded surely.

"Slowly, put it on the counter with no sudden movements." The Parisian said.

He slowly pulled off his baseball cap and picked out a small black device from the rim, then sat it on the counter.

"Good." The man said brokenly, "Stay still."

The man did as told.

As quick as a lightning strike, the Parisian pulled out a gun!

Bang! Bang!

Two shots rang out as he pushed the Parisian to the floor, grabbed the device and fled up a back stairway leading to the rooftop of the store.

Without a second guess, he jumped of the side of the building and fell into a large cardboard box that was being loaded onto a truck.

As he sunk into the packing peanuts, he drifted off into a pure state of shock. What if Agent Thorpe hadn't have ordered from Amazon? He reflected, I would surely be dead.

He shook of his anxietal thoughts and tore out of the brown box. Daylight seared his eyes as he yanked the boards apart. Once he was out of the box, he waited for the electronic voice to fill the back alleyway with his two favorite words.

"Mission complete" A robotic female voice stated. He let out a big sigh of relief and fell to the floor, panting heavily.

"Good job, Hardy!" A familiar voice congratulated him from the rooftop.

Too tired to look up, Frank gave Agent Thorpe a thumbs up. Thorpe climbed down the aluminum latter, laughing.

"Tired?" She asked.

Frank nodded, slowly getting his breath back.

"Happy?" She questioned, curiously.

"Very!" Replied Frank, who just barely caught his breath.

The agent giggled "I'm sure you are! Four months of training is a lot of time away from home." Frank looked up and noticed the water welling up in her sleep deprived eyes, similar to his, and abruptly changed the subject.

"I hope Agent Wilson is okay." Frank laughed, thinking of the baker.

Thorpe laughed again.

"He's fine! Wilson is just happy he didn't accidently shoot you, like some of the other trainee's!"

Frank's face crumpled with concern.

"Kidding!" Thorpe playfully nudged Frank, laughing.

His face smoothed out as he chuckled.

There was some friendly silence as Frank checked his watch. Worry and panic crossed over his tan face.

"My plane leaves in an hour! I need to get going!" Frank told the woman.

"We'll send back all of your clothes. Just go and board the plane!" She hastily told the worried Frank.

Frank nodded and thanked the agent as he caught a cab to the nearest airport. He practically jumped out of the cab the moment it pulled up to the large building. Once out of the cab, he paid the driver and took the electronic bug out of his pocket. He threw it on the ground and proceeded to stomp on it. It would have surely caused troubles with security.

Frank got through checking without a hitch before running onto his designated plane.

"Did I make it?" He breathlessly asked the hostess.

"You're just in time, sir!" She informed him, cheerfully.

Frank breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down into his seat. He then let his heavy eyes fall as he thought of his home, Bayport.

AN: I started this chapter in August, but since I started work. I was unable to work on it, so now I have finally finished this chapter! Remember to review because those make my day. I hope you have had a super, fantastic, wonderful day!

P.S – I still don't know what to title this story, so as soon as I have one I'll change it