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Time Period- 1990s

Ages- Frank & Nancy- 20, Joe- 19


Bayport Regional Hospital

Bayport, New York

Saturday, 1 AM

Frank

"I'm so glad that we decided to come home for the weekend," I muttered as I drove the car as fast as I dared down the empty street.

"So am I," Mom, who was riding in the passenger seat, sniffled into the Kleenex that she held clutched in her small hand.

My younger brother Joe, who sat in the back seat, touched Mom's shoulder, "Please don't cry Mom, I'm sure he's fine."

I glared into the rearview mirror, knowing Joe would get the message. The fact was that we didn't know how badly Dad was hurt. The phone call we had received from the hospital half an hour earlier hadn't said much. All we knew is that he had been in a car accident…and he had a passenger with him.

Joe and I were both attending college in New York City and this had been our first weekend home in nearly two months, we had no idea what Dad was working on and neither did Mom. Of all the weeks for Aunt Gertrude to be at her high school reunion in Chicago; she might know what Dad was up to. Even though she was always griping about his cases, the entire family knew she actually thought the cases were interesting, Dad sometimes bounced ideas off her when Joe and I weren't around. This was turning out to be one heck of a weekend, that's for sure.

I whizzed into the parking lot of the hospital and parked as close to the emergency entrance as possible and the three of us quickly headed toward the building. The hospital was unusually quiet with only three people waiting in the waiting room, but I wasn't really paying too much attention to them.

Joe and I were right behind Mom as she approached the desk, "Excuse me, my name is Laura Hardy, I received a call about half an hour ago about my husband, he was in a car accident."

"What's his name?" The pretty nurse asked. Before mom could answer, the nurse glanced up, "Oh, hi Joe."

I swear he blushed, "Hi Debbie."

She smiled knowingly and picked up a file, "Fenton Hardy, right?"

Mom nodded, looking like she was going to start crying again.

Debbie gave her a reassuring smile, "Mr. Hardy is going to be fine ma'am, his leg is fractured in two places and he's going to be a little back and blue, but there's no sign of internal bleeding or any other internal damage."

"Thank goodness," Mom said, looking about a hundred times better.

"Can we see him?" I asked.

She glanced at her watch, "It's way past visiting hours but you can go ahead back for a few minutes, he's in room 113, it's here on the first floor, just take that hallway to the right."

"Thanks Deb," Joe winked.

He grinned at me as we followed Mom's determined pace towards room 113, "She still like me."

"You two dated?" I asked

"For a few months, yeah. It's hard to believe that she's the one that broke it off," he sighed like this was some unsolvable mystery.

"What's hard to believe is that she found you attractive to begin with," I snickered.

"Boys," Mom chastised us as we paused in front of room 113.

We apologized in one breath, something we picked up as kids, "Sorry."

She pushed back the door and rushed in to Dad, we weren't far behind. Mom had her small arms wrapped around Dad's neck, "I was so worried!" she sniffled.

Dad flashed Mom his most charming smile (I think that's were Joe got his charming smile), "I'm sorry I worried you."

"What happened?" she asked.

"Our car was forced off the road," Dad said, his face clouding over with anger.

"What?" Mom gasped.

"We were only about fifteen miles from the hotel where I was going to drop Nancy off and this jacked up pick-up truck came up beside us and rammed into us a couple times before I lost control of the car."

"Who's Nancy?" Mom asked, looking questioningly at Dad.

He smiled at her, "Nancy Drew, we're working together on a case for her father Carson Drew."

"The lawyer?" I asked.

"The one and only. I met him last year when I was attending a conference in Fresno," Dad answered. "Do you think you guys can do something for me?"

"Sure Dad," Joe replied as I asked, "What do you need?"

"I need you to go find the girl, Nancy that was driving with me; I need to talk to her. She was here for a few minutes but I was a little out of it and one of the nurses chased her out."

"Do you think she's still here at the hospital?" I asked.

Dad shrugged, "I assume so."

"What does she look like?" Joe wanted to know, not that that fact was surprising

"She's slight but tall with red hair and blue eyes. I think she's wearing blue jeans, a black jacket, and a striped long-sleeved shirt," Dad listed the details without his usual accuracy; his night had clearly worn him out. "She's Frank's age," Dad called out as an afterthought as we exited the room and toward the lobby.

"Five bucks she's uglier than sin," Joe joked as we headed down the silent hallway.

"Five bucks she's hotter than the Sahara," I replied with equal humor.

Joe rolled his eyes at me as we entered the lobby. Glancing around, I easily spotted the bright red hair, "There she is," I pointed.

The figure we assumed to be Nancy Drew was curled up in one of the seats using her jacket as a pillow so we couldn't see her face to well. Joe and I walked over and I crouched in front of her and gently touched her shoulder, "Miss Drew?"

She sat up with a gasp, "Oh geeze, you scared me!"

Joe and I were both gaping. I had won the bet, she was beautiful. When Dad had said blue eyes, he had been seriously underestimating; her eyes were sapphire with traces of aqua and cobalt mixed and she had long dark lashes. Her hair was more of a rich copper with sun streaks of blond than just red. The only thing that was off was the giant purple bruise that looked like someone had painted it from her temple, around the fine bone structure on the right side of her face and down to her chin.

She was looking between us with one arm wrapped protectively around her abdomen, "My face must look as bad as it feels."

Joe recovered first, "It is pretty bad…you are Nancy Drew, right?"

She nodded, "And you are…?"

"I'm Joe Hardy and that's my older brother Frank."

She nodded again, "Oh, Fenton's boys, is he alright?"

I hated when people call us Fenton's 'boys', "He's fine, he wants to speak with you."

Nancy slowly swung her long legs (What is the matter with me? I do not usually stare at and memorize every little detail about a girl!) out from under her and stood up. She took a wobbly step and instantly Joe and I were on either side of her, "Are you okay?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, just a little stiff," came the short reply.

After a few steps she was walking fine so Joe and I walked next to her in silence as we headed to Dad's room. "Ladies first," Joe said with a flourish as he held the door open for Nancy. When I tried to enter Joe let go of the door with that smile of his, "Sorry bro, you aren't a lady."

I rolled my eyes and followed him into the room where Nancy was already conversing with Dad, "I'm a lot better off than you, just two cracked ribs and a bruise."

"Where are you going to stay tonight?"

"At the hospital…when they pulled my out of the car and the firefighter reached for my purse and he got my id out, but he dropped the purse when the car caught fire…so I have my driver's license and five dollars. I called my Dad and he wired me some money that I will hopefully be able to pick up tomorrow morning."

"That's nonsense, you'll stay at our house tonight," Mom cut in that no nonsense voice of hers.

"I can't impose-" Nancy began.

Mom turned to Dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek, she said in a commanding tone, "You get some sleep," she pointed at Joe and I, "you two say goodnight to your father," and finally she pointed at the battered girl, "and you can follow me." My mother is really good at making me feel like I'm six years old again.

With that Mom strutted from the room and Dad motioned for Nancy to follow her. Then to us he said, "You two are going to have to be my legs for a while. Have Nancy fill you in on the case and maybe you can help her."

"Sure Dad," I said as I gave him a quick hug.

"It'll be hard to work with that girl but I'll try," Joe grinned as Dad swatted him out the door.

Out in the hall Joe and I slowly headed toward the door, each wondering what this case was going to be about. "Hey," Joe said, "I have a name for this case for when we put it in our files."

"We don't even know what it's about," I sighed, but at Joe's disappointed look I asked, "What is it?"

"Road Rage."


Ugg, I hated that one, the idea in my head was better...to bad you guys can't read my mind...actually, you might be scared for life...weird events happen in my mind...but not in the bad sense. I was seriously thinking about not posting…but you guys need to be my final judge…so yay or nay?

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