As Frank drove through the crowded streets of Washington D.C in the rented black SUV, he thought about Nancy's reaction to what Jamie said. That was a side of Nancy he hadn't seen since...well, since Egypt. Joe was thinking the same thing from the seat behind Frank. He was also thinking if they had any good radio stations in D.C. He was very bored of not doing anything. Nancy on the other hand was enjoying the silence. Less Joe comments. She was thinking about what to say to get into the taped off area of the crime scene. She decided to see if the guys thought of anything. "So" she began. "how should we do this?".
"do what?" Frank asked, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to look at her, then averting his eyes to the road ahead of him.
"getting behind the tape" she replied, wondering why he was so jumpy.
"you could fight em'" Joe suggested. Nancy slugged him.
"Joseph Hardy" she said. "what would your mother say?".
Frank chuckled, along with Joe, who thought he was so funny. "seriously, Nan." he said. "you could take thirty FBI agents".
"so not happening" she replied to Joe's 'serious' statement.
"how about you f-" he began.
"I know what your about to say and no" she told him.
"you don't know what I was about to say" he complained.
"I do" Frank interrupted the argument.
"do share dear brother" Joe said, with a teasing smile.
"I don't think so" he replied. "there's a lady in the car".
"where?" he asked, putting a hand to his forehead and looking around. Joe cringed as Nancy's fist came in contact with his shoulder. She had a strong fist.
"Do you enjoy getting slugged by me, Blondie?" Nancy asked. Joe cringed again, but this time at the nickname Nancy gave him when they first met.
"not particularly" he said, honestly.
"then stop making your comments" she suggested.
"here we are" Frank said, pulling into a long driveway. Federal Agents were crawling all over the place.
"Your gonna have to wing it, Nan" Joe said.
Nancy sighed and said, "I guess so".
"Hello" Nancy said cheerfully, as all the Agents turned their head to look at here. A tall agent with a strong built came over.
"can I help you?" he asked.
Nancy thought quickly, then something came to mind. "I'm looking for Agent Dunning" she told him, just a cheerfully.
"there you are" Frank said, as he came up beside Nancy.
"who's this?" The Agent asked. Nancy casually slipped her hands into her jacket.
"my fiance" she told him, leaning up against Frank.
"when's the wedding?" Mr. Hot-shot-Agent asked, suspiciously.
"May 23rd" Nancy said, thinking at lightning speed.
"Jeez people" Joe said, coming up on the other side of Nancy. "you just disappeared".
"when's the wedding date?" Mr. Hot-shot-Agent asked him. "
who? Them?" he asked, pointing to the confused Frank and gleaming Nancy.
"yes" Mr. Hot-shot-Agent replied.
"May 23rd" he replied. May 23rd is the date for everything when any one of them comes up with a fake identity.
"okay, I'll bring you to Michelle" he replied, dropping his suspicion.
"so" Nancy said, following Mr. Hot-shot-Agent down a cobblestone sidewalk. "what's your name?".
"Agent Blake" he replied. "I'm Michelle's partner"
"Michelle!" Nancy exclaimed running up to hug her friend.
"Nancy?" Michelle asked through Nancy's hair.
"yup" she replied. "how do I look?" she asked, doing a twirl.
"all healed up" Michelle chuckled.
"huh?" Frank, Joe and Agent Blake asked in unison.
"I was um...injured last time I saw Michelle" she explained.
"you can explain later" Frank told her.
"Yes, Father" Nancy said, teasingly.
"how did your Father take it?" Michelle asked.
"well, he took the next flight to D.C" she replied.
"so, not well" she said..
"exactly" she replied.
"so" Michelle interrupted. "what brings the famous detective here, and who are there fine young men?".
"hold up" Agent Blake said. "famous detective?".
"Oh" Nancy said, going over to Agent Blake. "Nancy Drew. Nice to meet you".
Agent Blake had a confused look on his face. "I didn't think you were engaged Miss Drew" he said.
"please" Nancy said. "Nancy, not Miss. Drew and I'm not".
"then-" he began, but stopped to think. "you pulled one on me didn't you?" he asked.
"yup" Joe, Frank and Nancy replied.
"and It was easy" Joe added. Nancy slugged him, once again. "I'm gonna have a bruise there in the morning" Joe complained.
"then stop saying things that make me want to slug you" Nancy suggested.
"You know I can't do that" Joe complained, once again.
"oh well" Nancy replied. She turned to face Michelle. "Frank and Joe Hardy" she told her.
"the Hardy brothers that you talk about constantly?" she asked.
"yes" She replied, blushing and hoping Michelle didn't remember her confession.
"did you play football in high school?" she asked Frank. Nancy snickered. She knew this routine and It was not about to end without ultimate humiliation.
"yes" he told her, his suspicion arising.
"and so were you" she said pointing her index finger at Joe.
"yes" he said, in the same tone Frank spoke at.
"ooh" she said. Nancy and her squealed.
"what?" they asked.
"we dig football players" Michelle said. Frank and Joe's face turned crimson. The girls turned to the red faced guys and started laughing hysterically.
"you just got punked" Agent Blake told them.
After explaining the reason they were they were here to Michelle and Agent Blake.
"well" Michelle said. "the Butler did it".
"darn it!" Joe exclaimed. "were too late!".
"not nessisarily" Agent Blake began slowly.
" I may have a job for you. You see a terrorist group has taken base at a couples resort".
"ooh" Michelle interupted. "Frank and Nancy".
"are you sure?" Agent Blake asked.
"trust me" she said, turning to Nancy with a devil-ish smile.
"don't you dare!" she told her, getting what her and Agent Blake were planning.
"Frank and Nancy are newlyweds!" she exclamied.
"Congrats" Agent Blake said clasping a hand on the confused Frank's shoulder.
"ooh" Joe interupted.
"Joseph Hardy" Nancy warned.
"fine" he said. "I won't say it. But, what's my cover?"
They all thought for a little while when Michelle exclaimed. "a plumber!".
"Joe the plumber" Joe said. "catchy". They broke into laughter.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but now you know what will happen...or so you think.
Mwahaha!
Till Thursday,
Mrs. Frank Hardy