Disclaimer: All characters that you are unfamiliar with (i.e. Viper, Mr.
Woolwich, and anyone else I introduce are mine. Other than that, I own
nothing.
This is my first fic so please be kind. Reviews are welcome, just make sure it's constructive criticism.
Viper-ch1
Nancy Drew smiled as she stepped into the sunset, out of her hotel's restaurant in Miami. She had finally gotten a vacation after a string of complicated cases.
Bess, George, and her father had been unable to come, because of work and previous engagements.
She had just finished a peaceful dinner by herself, and was now headed to the valet to pick up her car. (It's a fancy hotel)
At the stand she handed the waiting valet her ticket and he went off to fetch her rental car.
She looked around as she waited. Soon a car pulled up, but it wasn't hers. Another valet hopped out and a waiting couple got into their car.
Nancy did a double-take when she saw the second valet's face. *What is Frank Hardy doing in Miami?* she asked herself. *Better question, why is he working as a valet?*
Seeing no one was around she crossed her arms and said "Well if it isn't Frank Hardy,"
Frank turned around startled. "Stressed much, Hardy?" Nancy added.
"Nancy Drew?" Frank asked with a laugh. "What are you doing in Miami?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Nancy smiled. "But I'm pretty sure it's a case,"
"What makes you think that?" Frank asked.
"The fact that you would never be caught dead working as a valet might have something to do with it," Nancy hugged him.
"Very true," Frank stated. They pulled out of the hug. "I'm off in five minutes. Why don't we go for a coffee and I'll explain?"
"Sounds great," Nancy said. "But what about Joe?"
"He's stuck inside until 11," Frank pointed to the hotel. "I'm going to go in and change. I'll meet you out here in five minutes?"
Nancy nodded and Frank began to head inside.
Maybe three minutes later the other valet pulled up with her car and stepped out. After she didn't move to get in the man said, "Well?" with an impatient tone.
"Well what?" Nancy asked surprised by his tone.
"Well, maybe you're not sure how this whole valet thing works, but I bring the car, you hop in a drive off," the man answered in the same tone.
"I'm waiting for the other valet," Nancy explained.
"Why would you wait for Greg?" the man questioned.
"We're going out for coffee," Nancy stated as if speaking to a child.
"Why would you go out for coffee with him?"
"If it's any of your business," Nancy began, getting irritated by the man's nature. "We're old friends,"
"How'd you two meet?"
"We're old friends from prison," Nancy cracked. "I was in for murder, he was in for Grand Theft Auto, it was fate. Now I'm out on good behavior.,"
The man looked at her oddly for a second. "Oh it's a joke. So really where'd you meet OLE' Greggy boy?"
"Nan, are you ready to go?" A voice called from behind her.
"Nancy quickly turned around. "Sure am,"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Carpenter," Frank said as Nancy got into the rental car. He followed.
* * *
"Soo, Greg, who did I just have the pleasure of meeting?" Nancy teased/questioned.
"That was Jason Carpenter," Frank answered. "I take it you don't him,"
"I talked to him for a total of two minutes and the conversation consisted of him trying to get me to tell him where I met you. I don't think that's really enough to base an opinion on," Nancy said sarcastically.
"So you hate his guts?" Frank asked.
"I hate his guts," Nancy confirmed.
"What did you say when he asked where we met?" Frank queried.
"That we met in prison," Nancy smirked.
* * *
"So tell me what you're doing in Miami," Nancy said as they sat down at a table in the café they found.
"The owner of the hotel, John Woolwich, is a friend of dad's," Frank began. "There have been a ton of thefts from people's rooms. Dad sent Joe and me here to investigate," Frank paused. "And you?"
"Vacation," Nancy answered. "Dad bought me a ticket here because apparently I'm majorly stressed out after my last few cases,"
"No ones here with you?"
"Nope," Nancy shook her head. "Ned was less than please when he found out I was coming here alone. We had a huge fight about it actually,"
A waitress walked up. "What can I get you?"
"Vanilla chai," Nancy said.
"Hazelnut cappechino (sp)," Frank ordered.
"Coming right up," the waitress smiled and walked away.
"I just had a great idea," Nancy beamed. "I can help you catch the thieves,"
"How do you plan on doing that?"
"We set me up to look like a socialite. How can thieves resist? We catch them in the act it will be that much easier to convict them. All I have to do is check out of the hotel, 'remodel' myself to fit the part, and check in under a different name,"
"Nancy, I don't think that's such a good idea, and trust me, I want all the help I can get," Frank shot down Nancy's idea.
"Why isn't it a good idea?" Nancy asked as the waitress came back with their drinks and placed them on the table.
"It technically is a good idea," Frank responded. "But everyone who's been stolen from is either dead or in the hospital,"
"All the more reason for me to do it," Nancy argued taking a sip of her drink. "Who wants to see more people hurt, even killed?" Nancy continued.
"Your dad would kill me if I get you involved and anything happened to you," Frank sighed running a hand through his brown hair.
"Just talk about it with Joe and think about it tonight," Nancy put money on the table for her drink, then grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of her purse, writing some things down. "This is the room I'm staying at in your little workplace," Nancy said. "Call me tomorrow morning with your answer. If you need to call earlier. If I need to call you I can?"
"Call room 715," Frank said.
The two silently agreed to leave separately.
* * *
Nancy hopped into the rental car and began to drive to the hotel.
A slight ticking noise resounded in the quiet car, interrupting the thoughts that were running through her head. *What's that?* she asked herself puzzled.
Since the road was empty, Nancy took her eyes off the road and looked around the car. The only thing she saw were wires connected to the brake pedal. "What are those doing here?" she murmured to herself.
Nancy's eyes followed the wires up to the passenger seat. Her discarded wind jacket covered whatever the wires were connected to.
Almost nervous to look, Nancy lifted her coat off of the object. The she gasped and slammed on the brakes.
A pink smoke erupted into the car, which continued to keep moving despite Nancy trying the brakes over and over.
Soon she began to get dizzy, and her hands fell off the steering wheel. She tried to force them back up, but all of her limbs felt like lead. Then, Nancy's world went black.
This is my first fic so please be kind. Reviews are welcome, just make sure it's constructive criticism.
Viper-ch1
Nancy Drew smiled as she stepped into the sunset, out of her hotel's restaurant in Miami. She had finally gotten a vacation after a string of complicated cases.
Bess, George, and her father had been unable to come, because of work and previous engagements.
She had just finished a peaceful dinner by herself, and was now headed to the valet to pick up her car. (It's a fancy hotel)
At the stand she handed the waiting valet her ticket and he went off to fetch her rental car.
She looked around as she waited. Soon a car pulled up, but it wasn't hers. Another valet hopped out and a waiting couple got into their car.
Nancy did a double-take when she saw the second valet's face. *What is Frank Hardy doing in Miami?* she asked herself. *Better question, why is he working as a valet?*
Seeing no one was around she crossed her arms and said "Well if it isn't Frank Hardy,"
Frank turned around startled. "Stressed much, Hardy?" Nancy added.
"Nancy Drew?" Frank asked with a laugh. "What are you doing in Miami?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Nancy smiled. "But I'm pretty sure it's a case,"
"What makes you think that?" Frank asked.
"The fact that you would never be caught dead working as a valet might have something to do with it," Nancy hugged him.
"Very true," Frank stated. They pulled out of the hug. "I'm off in five minutes. Why don't we go for a coffee and I'll explain?"
"Sounds great," Nancy said. "But what about Joe?"
"He's stuck inside until 11," Frank pointed to the hotel. "I'm going to go in and change. I'll meet you out here in five minutes?"
Nancy nodded and Frank began to head inside.
Maybe three minutes later the other valet pulled up with her car and stepped out. After she didn't move to get in the man said, "Well?" with an impatient tone.
"Well what?" Nancy asked surprised by his tone.
"Well, maybe you're not sure how this whole valet thing works, but I bring the car, you hop in a drive off," the man answered in the same tone.
"I'm waiting for the other valet," Nancy explained.
"Why would you wait for Greg?" the man questioned.
"We're going out for coffee," Nancy stated as if speaking to a child.
"Why would you go out for coffee with him?"
"If it's any of your business," Nancy began, getting irritated by the man's nature. "We're old friends,"
"How'd you two meet?"
"We're old friends from prison," Nancy cracked. "I was in for murder, he was in for Grand Theft Auto, it was fate. Now I'm out on good behavior.,"
The man looked at her oddly for a second. "Oh it's a joke. So really where'd you meet OLE' Greggy boy?"
"Nan, are you ready to go?" A voice called from behind her.
"Nancy quickly turned around. "Sure am,"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Carpenter," Frank said as Nancy got into the rental car. He followed.
* * *
"Soo, Greg, who did I just have the pleasure of meeting?" Nancy teased/questioned.
"That was Jason Carpenter," Frank answered. "I take it you don't him,"
"I talked to him for a total of two minutes and the conversation consisted of him trying to get me to tell him where I met you. I don't think that's really enough to base an opinion on," Nancy said sarcastically.
"So you hate his guts?" Frank asked.
"I hate his guts," Nancy confirmed.
"What did you say when he asked where we met?" Frank queried.
"That we met in prison," Nancy smirked.
* * *
"So tell me what you're doing in Miami," Nancy said as they sat down at a table in the café they found.
"The owner of the hotel, John Woolwich, is a friend of dad's," Frank began. "There have been a ton of thefts from people's rooms. Dad sent Joe and me here to investigate," Frank paused. "And you?"
"Vacation," Nancy answered. "Dad bought me a ticket here because apparently I'm majorly stressed out after my last few cases,"
"No ones here with you?"
"Nope," Nancy shook her head. "Ned was less than please when he found out I was coming here alone. We had a huge fight about it actually,"
A waitress walked up. "What can I get you?"
"Vanilla chai," Nancy said.
"Hazelnut cappechino (sp)," Frank ordered.
"Coming right up," the waitress smiled and walked away.
"I just had a great idea," Nancy beamed. "I can help you catch the thieves,"
"How do you plan on doing that?"
"We set me up to look like a socialite. How can thieves resist? We catch them in the act it will be that much easier to convict them. All I have to do is check out of the hotel, 'remodel' myself to fit the part, and check in under a different name,"
"Nancy, I don't think that's such a good idea, and trust me, I want all the help I can get," Frank shot down Nancy's idea.
"Why isn't it a good idea?" Nancy asked as the waitress came back with their drinks and placed them on the table.
"It technically is a good idea," Frank responded. "But everyone who's been stolen from is either dead or in the hospital,"
"All the more reason for me to do it," Nancy argued taking a sip of her drink. "Who wants to see more people hurt, even killed?" Nancy continued.
"Your dad would kill me if I get you involved and anything happened to you," Frank sighed running a hand through his brown hair.
"Just talk about it with Joe and think about it tonight," Nancy put money on the table for her drink, then grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen out of her purse, writing some things down. "This is the room I'm staying at in your little workplace," Nancy said. "Call me tomorrow morning with your answer. If you need to call earlier. If I need to call you I can?"
"Call room 715," Frank said.
The two silently agreed to leave separately.
* * *
Nancy hopped into the rental car and began to drive to the hotel.
A slight ticking noise resounded in the quiet car, interrupting the thoughts that were running through her head. *What's that?* she asked herself puzzled.
Since the road was empty, Nancy took her eyes off the road and looked around the car. The only thing she saw were wires connected to the brake pedal. "What are those doing here?" she murmured to herself.
Nancy's eyes followed the wires up to the passenger seat. Her discarded wind jacket covered whatever the wires were connected to.
Almost nervous to look, Nancy lifted her coat off of the object. The she gasped and slammed on the brakes.
A pink smoke erupted into the car, which continued to keep moving despite Nancy trying the brakes over and over.
Soon she began to get dizzy, and her hands fell off the steering wheel. She tried to force them back up, but all of her limbs felt like lead. Then, Nancy's world went black.