This is something I came up with a few days ago. I thought: Hey, what would happen if the Hardy Boys (Frank and Joe) were hired by Charlie to investigate the Cullens? I thought it might be funny. Still working on it, but I think you guys'll enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Hardy Boys

Charlie's POV

So I found out Edward and Bella, my daughter, have been sleeping together for quite some time. I walked in on them one night when I left my cell phone in her room accidentally and found them under the covers together. They both swear up and down that they've never done anything, that they only slept, but as a father, I of course didn't believe them. I know I don't have the right to step in, where Bella was already eighteen and old enough to make her own decisions. But, once again being her father, I felt I had to look into Edward Cullen. You know, just to make sure he wasn't a part of the mob or anything that would put my daughter in danger. How I could do that was the only problem. Yeah, I was a police officer and I had my connections, but hiring a privet investigator wouldn't have been very subtle. That's when I got the call from my good friend Fenton Hardy…

Chapter 1

With our Father's friend

Frank's POV

"Thanks for letting us come over, Charlie," my brother Joe said through a mouthful of roast beef.

"Any time, boys," Charlie replied with a smile. "You know I enjoy your company, and I don't mind giving your aunt Gertrude the week off of keeping you two out of trouble. I agree with her that your gallivanting and running off into dangerous situations to solve mysteries is a bit—"

"Stupid?" Joe interrupted. "Yeah, she says that all the time. But that's why Dad wanted us to take the week off. We almost didn't make it out of our last assignment."

"That tends to happen when we get involved with murderous thieves," I said.

"I don't see why you chase after mysteries so much in the first place," Bella, who had been relatively quiet since our arrival, said.

Joe shrugged. "It's something we're good at. Some teenagers are good at welding, some at fixing cars. Us, we're good at catching the bad guy. It's what we do." He grinned broadly.

There he goes again, bragging about our past and how good always triumphs over evil. But I admit that he had a point. There has never been a mystery out there that we've come across that we couldn't solve. We were pretty good.

Joe moved his chair a bit closer to Bella's and I rolled my eyes. Joe was the kind of guy who made a move on just about every girl he met, even if it was our father's best friend's daughter.

It was kind of strange, really. See, he had a girlfriend named Iola, who was our best friend's sister, but she was killed in a car bomb that was meant for us. Sometimes, Joe would still mope about her and be mad at the world for what happened, but at times like this, he seemed to forget her very existence. I really couldn't understand him.

"So, do you boys have any plans for your week in Forks?" Charlie asked.

"Not really," I said. "We'll probably mostly just chillax for the whole seven days. Watch TV. Play X-Box. I mean, what else is there to do?"

"Baseball?" Bella suggested with a snicker. I didn't get what was worth snickering about. Baseball might actually be a good idea.

"You playing on my team?" Joe asked, placing a hand around Bella's shoulder.

She sighed in disgust. "You never change, Joe Hardy."

"The chicks dig that in a guy," my obnoxious little brother said.

"If you don't take your hand off of me in the next five seconds, I'm going to hit you," Bella warned.

"Oh, come on Bella baby. Don't be like tha—"

Before Joe could finish his word, Bella hauled off and punched him square in the nose. Joe's chair toppled backward and he landed on the carpeted floor with a dull thud. Now it was my turn to snicker.

Charlie wasn't as light-spirited. He stood angrily from his chair. "Isabella Marie Swann!" he said.

"I gave him fair warning," Bella said calmly. She stood. "I'm going to my room." With that, she turned and left the dining room, tripping over a baffled Joe sitting on the floor beside her vacant chair.

Charlie rushed over and helped Joe up. "Are you alright?" he asked anxiously. "You're not hurt, are you?"

"Only his pride," I muttered.

Joe stood with Charlie' help and watched after Bella in amazement. "What a woman!"

Charlie looked at him strangely, then at me for some sort of assurance. "He's fine," I said. "He's just being Joe."

Charlie returned to his chair and Joe fixed his then took a seat. We sat for a moment in silence.

"How would you boys like to do some digging around for me?" Charlie asked suddenly.

Joe and I looked at each other. Had he just asked us to take on a mystery?

"Yeah!" Joe said excitedly, throwing his fist into the air.

"What kind of digging?" I asked rationally, making sure that it would be okay to do. "We promised Dad that we wouldn't get into anything dangerous during the week."

"I just need you guys to look into a certain someone in my daughter's life," Charlie explained. "I want to make sure that she's in a good relationship."

"You mean she's already taken?" Joe asked, obviously disappointed.

I wasn't concerned about that tidbit of information. I, being the smarter, more mature one, looked directly at Charlie and asked, "You're butting into your daughter's love-life? Isn't that a bit intrusive?"

Charlie looked embarrassed. "I just don't want her to make any irrational decisions. She may be eighteen, but she's still a child."

"Hey!" Joe said defensively. "I'm eighteen. I'm not a child. I'm a man!"

Charlie just looked at him, as did I. It was true that Joe had finally reached his eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and I had turned nineteen three months ago, but his maturity level hadn't exactly developed into that of an eighteen year old. He still had a lllooonnnggg way to go.

"Thing is," Charlie continued, "I think that Edward Cullen is hiding something; something that might be dangerous to Bella." He leaned across the table and lowered his voice to a whisper. "I have suspicions that he either embezzles money, or is part of the Russian Mob. Or both."

I stared at him blankly. "The Russian Mob."

"Yup."

"You do realize that is a very unlikely suspicion."

Charlie sighed. "Okay, so I don't really think he's part of a mob. But I am serious in thinking that he is hiding something dangerous. I feel it in my gut."

"I don't know…" I looked at Joe, who was doing a very bad job at giving me puppy-dog eyes. Joe's puppy-dog eyes were torture to look at. I sighed. "Fine. We'll see what we can do."

"Yessss!" Joe said excitedly. "We're gonna solve a mystery! We're gonna solve a mystery!"

I really hoped this wasn't going to get us into any dangerous predicaments.