A/N: This story is based on the 70s TV show, and would be considered a "crossover" episode. I've taken two characters from the Season 3 episode, "Scorpion's Sting", but that's where the similarity ends. I thought the character of Kathy Martin was an interesting one, and I wanted to do more with her than the show did. The original episode (with a completely different plotline from my story) can be found on the web's biggest video site. If there are any "Days of Our Lives" fans, MacDonald Carey plays Senator John Martin in this episode. This story follows my previous four. You can catch onto what is happening without reading them, but if you're interested in any backstory, that's where you'll find it. My self-indulgent series begins with Season 3 of the show, since I could never swallow the Justice Department hiring two teenagers as special agents. I have also aged Frank and Joe to 23 and 22, respectively. As per my other stories, this one is also completely written and I will post a new chapter every other day. Thanks to my beta, Kenna, for all her great suggestions, patience, and help! Oh, and my sincere apologies to Glen Larson Productions and Universal Studios. The TV show belongs to them. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 1

"It doesn't sound like they're planning on killing her."

"Well, that's comforting." Senator John Martin stormed across his Washington, D. C. office and tossed a piece of paper onto the large mahogany desk that dominated the room. He glared at his assistant. Did Louis really think he was going to take any threat against his daughter lightly?

Louis Remington perched himself on the edge of the senator's desk and reached for the paper. "I didn't mean that the way it came out. I only meant that this note is rather vague and abstract. Not like someone with a deliberate plan for violence."

Senator Martin turned to the large window behind his desk and gazed outside. Tourists were milling about on the street, taking photographs of the Capitol Building and each other, while enjoying the unusually mild January weather.

"'How much does your daughter mean to you? Shall we play a little game to find out?' That doesn't sound ominous to you?"

Louis shrugged. "It sounds somewhat ominous. It doesn't sound like they're going to kill her."

"I don't want them doing anything to her. I don't want these goons within five hundred miles of her."

"All I'm saying is that with government agents guarding her, she should be fine." Louis stood and set the note back on the desk. "Actually, it sounds like a joke to me. You get letters like this from crackpots all the time and you ignore them. Every time there's a controversial vote in the chamber, you get at least a dozen threats a day."

"I won't take a chance where Kathy is concerned," the senator said firmly. "Get her on the phone for me."

Louis sighed. "It'll take a few minutes."

"Buzz me when she's on the line."

OOOoooOOO

Kathy Martin lay across her bed in a dorm at Miss Parker's School for Girls, leafing through her scrapbook. She'd just finished pasting in another newspaper article of her latest crush. She thought this one had a particularly nice photo accompanying it. He was so good looking. That blond hair, those gorgeous eyes.

Someday she wanted to meet him. Maybe her father could arrange it. He had a lot of power as a U.S. Senator. Surely there was some kind of award he could present to Joe Hardy. And his brother. He was pretty cute, too, but it was Joe she had her heart set on.

Kathy placed the bottle of rubber cement on her night table with a satisfied smile as the pink princess phone next to her jangled. She leaned over to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Kathy, this is Louis. Hold for your father, please."

She rolled her eyes and switched the receiver to her other hand as she fell back on her pillow.

"Kathy?" John Martin's voice boomed over the phone.

"Hi, Daddy," she said with forced cheerfulness.

"How are you, pumpkin? Studying hard?"

"Always, Daddy. What's up?"

"Um, listen, Kathy...I'm going to have to send some government agents with you on your ski trip."

"What?" Kathy sat up in a flash of anger. Not those stupid agents. She'd never have any fun if they were tailing her. Every last one of them was a huge blabbermouth who constantly felt the need to tattle to her father about everything she did. "No, Daddy. Why?"

"Well, honey, I've gotten some more notes here at the office, and I need to make sure you're safe."

"Oh, Daddy, puh-lease. You get stuff like that all the time. Nothing ever happens."

"Yes, well I can't afford to take those kinds of chances with you, dear," her father insisted. "So you'll have the agents with you, or you won't go on the trip."

Kathy shifted her position and glanced at the scrapbook out of the corner of her eye. She smiled as an idea came to her. "Um, Daddy? Can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, sweetheart. What is it?"

She turned to a page with a photo of Joe Hardy staring back at her. "How about if you hire some private detectives instead? Ones who are closer to my own age."

"Darling, there aren't any competent detectives I know of who are close to your age."

"Yes, there are, Daddy," Kathy said. "Frank and Joe Hardy from Bayport. And they won't stick out like sore thumbs the way those dumb agents do."

Senator Martin paused. "I'll look into it, Kathy. But no promises."

Kathy's lips tightened into a thin line. "If you send those feds along, I promise I will lose them every single chance I get."

OOOoooOOO

"Pretty countryside," Frank Hardy commented as the train crested the top of a hill and began its descent into the snow covered Swiss valley.

"Yeah," his brother Joe agreed, absently slapping his railway ticket repeatedly against his thigh.

Frank observed him for a moment. "Problem?"

Joe shook his head and grinned as he leaned forward. "No. What's in the dossier?"

Frank opened the notebook he'd been given by their contact in the Geneva airport as he moved into the seat next to Joe.

"Looks like some vague threatening notes against Senator Martin's daughter. She's received a few at her boarding school and he's received some at his D.C. office."

"Why does he think something might happen here in Switzerland?"

"Not sure that he does." Frank leafed through more papers. "He's just being a cautious father. He also thought with you and I being near his daughter's age, we'd blend in better with her and her friends."

"How old is she, exactly?"

"Um, looks like she just turned eighteen. She's a senior in high school."

Joe rolled his eyes. "Swell."

Frank chuckled. "Oh, and apparently, you're playing the part of her boyfriend."

"What?" Joe grabbed the dossier. "You're kidding me?"

"Read it and weep." Frank grinned. He looked at the photo of the blonde haired, blue eyed girl accompanying the written information. "Well, at least she's not ugly."

Joe stared at him. "In case you've forgotten, I already have a girlfriend."

"Oh, yeah, Emily something...right?" Frank teased.

"That would be her." Joe closed the notebook. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Sure you can. Just pretend she's Emily."

OOOoooOOO

Kathy skipped between the suitcase on her bed and the closet in the lavish hotel suite she was sharing with her best friends, Lauren Rich and Tammy Nelson. She hung up her favorite evening gown, then turned to the girls. "I can't wait for you to meet Joe. You'll fall in love with him."

"I want to know where you've been hiding him all this time," Lauren said. "You've never even mentioned him before now."

Kathy gave her a little smile. "That's because I wanted to keep him all to myself."

"He really must be something then." Tammy shut the dresser drawer. "Does he have any friends?"

"He has a brother, but he's too old for you," Kathy teased. "He's almost twenty-four."

"That's not too old for me," Tammy retorted. "I'll be eighteen in a couple of months."

"Yeah, but right now you're just jail bait." Kathy stuck out her tongue, then ducked as Tammy tossed a hairbrush at her.

OOOoooOOO

Joe stood with Frank in the lobby of the Hotel Saint Sylvie waiting to check in. The interior was as quaint as the exterior, reflecting the charm of the Swiss countryside and the old Benedictine monastery which sat opposite the hotel. The village was isolated and very exclusive. It was the type of place wealthy foreigners liked to ski in the winter and hike in the summer.

"This is nice," Joe said. "A little remote, but nice."

"I guess the rich like it that way." Frank grinned. "Then they don't have to hobnob with all the riff-raff at the other major resort towns in the Alps."

"Mr. Hardy?" the reservations clerk called.

Both Frank and Joe approached the desk.

"Most of your party has already arrived," the clerk explained, handing both brothers their room keys. "You will be in the Alpine suite. Max will take your bags." He gestured and a bellhop was immediately at their side.

"Thank you," Frank replied, turning from the desk.

"Joe!" a female voice squealed from the top of a staircase leading down into the lobby.

Joe looked up to see Kathy Martin from the dossier photo, flanked by two other teen girls, one a sandy blonde and one a brunette. Kathy dashed down the stairs and flung her arms around Joe's neck, catching him completely off guard. He put his hands on her waist to steady himself.

"Oh, I'm so happy you're here, honey." Kathy hugged him tightly.

"Um, yeah, me too," Joe replied.

He stared over the girl's shoulder at Frank, whose head was bent down in silent laughter. Joe would get him for that later.

"Lauren, Tammy, this is Joe." Kathy gestured for her friends to come closer.

"Hi, Joe," Lauren said, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you."

He smiled weakly. "Hi, girls."

"So, where did you two meet?" Tammy demanded. "Since Kathy's been keeping you a secret, we don't know anything about you."

Joe looked down at Kathy thinking he didn't want to be a part of this little dog and pony show any longer. "Why don't you tell them? I'm going to go to the room to get settled. It's been a long trip." He turned his head, and gave Frank a hard stare.

Frank cleared his throat. "Kathy, why don't you come with us for a minute?"

"Of course." She smiled at her girlfriends. "Give us a little bit of alone time, okay? I'll meet you in our room later." She ran back to Joe and linked her arm through his, as Joe headed toward the elevator with Frank.