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. The song "Swing, Swing" is owned by the All-American Rejects.
First of all, school has decided to pile lots of work on me so updates may be a bit spread out. Second, I'm going to stop giving personalized messages to the reviewers. I will still answer very important questions, and if you give me an idea and I want to use it I will credit you. Third, this chapter and those to follow will contain heavy swearing and the rating will be upped to R.
If you want to know what this is a romance of, first of all read my screen- name, then my profile, and you should get a pretty good idea.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Now onto chapter 3!
Viper-ch3
"Who is Viper?" Frank referred to the name signed at the bottom of the paper.
"Viper's behind the thefts," Nancy fingered her black choker nervously.
"No offense but this seems totally unrelated to the theft,"
"Frank, when's the last time that we bumped into each other, and had separate cases that weren't related?"
"Good point," Frank said. "So what's Viper?'
"Hell-bent on getting revenge on me," Nancy said. Her tone was dead serious.
"Rephrasing the question, who is Viper?"
"Viper is a type of snake," Nancy delayed.
"Really?" Frank was a bit sarcastic.
"Frank, I'd rather not explain this twice, which is going to happen with you and Joe, and I'm really tired, my head is killing me, that gas definitely has side effects on the stomach, and-"
"Nancy!" Frank interrupted. "I know right now you feel like crap so I'm not going to ask you to explain,"
"There's a but isn't there?" Nancy sighed.
"There is no but," Frank said.
Nancy whispered a quick "Thank you,"
"However," Frank began. "I fully expect that tomorrow, you will meet me and Joe, and explain EVERYTHING,"
"Sounds fair enough," Nancy said. "So is the car safe to drive?"
* * *
Nancy had fallen asleep in the passenger seat almost as soon as Frank had began to drive.
Frank couldn't help but think how serene she looked.
"Swing, Swing" began playing electronically. Frank quickly reached for his cell-phone, hoping it wouldn't wake Nancy up.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Frank?" he heard his brother Joe ask. "You need to get back here right now. There's been another theft,"
"Is the victim D or A?" Frank asked snapping alert.
"Dead," Joe answered. "The theft was in the room next to ours. Mr. Woolwich really wants to talk to you,"
"How mad is he?" Frank questioned.
"Pretty mad," Joe said. Frank could see his brother shrugging. "He wants to know where you were, why you aren't here now, and 'why the hell we haven't solved this case yet?' That last one was a direct quote from Woolwich,"
"Listen, I'm not going to explain right now, but let's just say I ran into Nancy Drew and she's with me. She got drugged. She's fine now, but she's asleep and it doesn't look like she'll be waking up for a while,"
"Woolwich is calling me. I'll tell him you're on your way," there was a click on the other end of the phone.
"Joe," Frank quietly shouted to himself.
* * *
When Frank arrived at the hotel he reluctantly left Nancy asleep in the car.
As he walked inside he saw Joe waiting for him in the lobby. "Joe, I told you I was with Nancy and she was asleep because she was drugged. Why did you tell Woolwich I was on my way?"
"Because he's ready to give a real lecture and I figured we should both be here," Joe shrugged.
"So basically your saying you didn't want Woolwich to lecture only you?" Frank sighed. They began walking in silence.
"What's Nancy's case?" Joe asked.
"What?" Frank responded.
"What's Nancy's case? She wouldn't get drugged if she wasn't on a case,"
"From what she told me, ours,"
* * *
Nancy tossed and turned into a fitful sleep.
*into the dream/flashback*
The Asian woman dragged 11-year-old Nancy into a tiny cell.
Nancy had blood oozing out of a cut on her forehead. The cut on her neck lightly dripped. "Who are you?" Nancy demanded.
"My name is Viper," the woman answered. "And you've been a bad girl. Nancy,"
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to see you dead,"
"Why didn't you just kill me at my house when you had the chance?"
Viper gestured to a camera. "So your daddy can see every minute of your pain. Boys!" she called.
Two men who looked much like Viper walked in.
"Boys, Nancy here, she's a bad girl. She was spying on you two and Mr. Blake," Viper explained. "Do what you want with her, but leave the kill for me,"
The two men crowded closer to Nancy as Viper left. "So what do we want to do with her?" one asked the other.
Nancy cowered into a corner trying to distance herself from the men. Now they were four feet away.
"Well, Viper did say do what we want with here," the other man answered. "But does that mean EVERYTHING?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"That and all it implies boys," Viper purred from outside the cell.
The first man grinned and reached for his pants.
*end dream/flashback*
Nancy's eyes shot open. She looked around quickly, making sure the men weren't there.
Soon she remembered Frank was driving her to the hotel and she had fallen asleep. Nancy looked out the window. She was at the hotel, but Frank wasn't there.
*He wouldn't leave me alone* she thought. Then she saw the police cars and one from Miami Morgue. *There must have been another theft*
Nancy got out of the car and swayed for a minute, still feeling the after- math of the knock-out gas.
As she entered the hotel she spotted a familiar blond boy walking toward the door.
"Nancy," he said. "Frank sent me down to check on you,"
"It's good to see you Joe," Nancy said. "I wish it wasn't now that we were seeing each other though," she paused. "Take me up to the crime scene,"
"Are you OK?" Joe asked. "Frank told me what happened," they began walking to the crime scene.
"I'm fine," Nancy answered. "Did Frank tell you about Viper?"
"What he knew," Joe replied. "You think she's behind the thefts?"
"As soon as I can look at the crime scene, I can be sure,"
"Ah," a voice said. "The younger Hardy has finally returned,"
"That's Woolwich," Joe muttered. "A major pain in the-"
"So Joseph, who is your little friend," Woolwich interrupted.
"Mr. Woolwich?" Nancy asked. "Hey. Very nice to meet you. I'm Nancy Drew. I'm a detective. I'm here to save your ass. Now my friends have informed me that you're a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, but I'm not one to fix opinions on gossip, so if you'll just let me through to the crime scene I can get to work,"
"No one goes through the door," Mr. Woolwich stated stepping back, a bit further into the doorway.
Frank stood to the side in shock and Joe stood behind her trying not to laugh.
"Maybe you didn't hear me," Nancy said. "My name is Nancy Drew. My father's name is Carson Drew, you know, the lawyer? As I've said, I'm a detective and I'm here to save your ass. Now the police have gone. Yes, you're asking how I know that. I saw them walking down the stairs. It's definitely to your advantage if you let me through into this hotel room so I can help your sorry ass out of this mess you seem to have gotten yourself into,"
Woolwich moved to side, let Nancy through, then moved back into the doorway.
"Oh, and Mr. Woolwich," Nancy called beginning to look around. "Since Frank and Joe are the detectives you actually hired to save your ass, I suggest you let them in here too. Wouldn't want Mr. Hardy to be as pissed off as I am with you, jackass,"
Frank and Joe were soon in the room behind her. "Way to go Nancy!" Joe cheered quietly.
"Shut up Joe," Nancy said.
"Why? You kicked some major butt out there," Joe continued. "We've been here for two weeks with about 15 thefts and not once have we been able to get into a crime scene,"
"Joe shut up. I hate having to use my dad's name to get into places, I already feel like shit, and I still have to tell everyone back home that Viper's out so, no offense or anything, but I really don't need to hear your congratulations,"
The three detectives looked around the room, but so far found nothing.
Frank slid his hand over the headboard of the bed. He felt his fingers slip into a groove, but when he removed his hand he saw the groove was not part of the design, but was an odd-shaped carving. Before he could tell the others to come check it out he heard Joe say, "Check out this bloodstain,"
Frank and Nancy walked over. "Look's real doesn't it?" Nancy asked.
The "blood" stain looked like a stain with fangs barred.
"It's Viper's calling card. She carries around blood red paint that she mixes herself to mark where she's been," Nancy explained.
"How do you know all this?" Frank asked, speaking for the first time since they entered the room.
"The bitch did it in front of me,"
First of all, school has decided to pile lots of work on me so updates may be a bit spread out. Second, I'm going to stop giving personalized messages to the reviewers. I will still answer very important questions, and if you give me an idea and I want to use it I will credit you. Third, this chapter and those to follow will contain heavy swearing and the rating will be upped to R.
If you want to know what this is a romance of, first of all read my screen- name, then my profile, and you should get a pretty good idea.
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Now onto chapter 3!
Viper-ch3
"Who is Viper?" Frank referred to the name signed at the bottom of the paper.
"Viper's behind the thefts," Nancy fingered her black choker nervously.
"No offense but this seems totally unrelated to the theft,"
"Frank, when's the last time that we bumped into each other, and had separate cases that weren't related?"
"Good point," Frank said. "So what's Viper?'
"Hell-bent on getting revenge on me," Nancy said. Her tone was dead serious.
"Rephrasing the question, who is Viper?"
"Viper is a type of snake," Nancy delayed.
"Really?" Frank was a bit sarcastic.
"Frank, I'd rather not explain this twice, which is going to happen with you and Joe, and I'm really tired, my head is killing me, that gas definitely has side effects on the stomach, and-"
"Nancy!" Frank interrupted. "I know right now you feel like crap so I'm not going to ask you to explain,"
"There's a but isn't there?" Nancy sighed.
"There is no but," Frank said.
Nancy whispered a quick "Thank you,"
"However," Frank began. "I fully expect that tomorrow, you will meet me and Joe, and explain EVERYTHING,"
"Sounds fair enough," Nancy said. "So is the car safe to drive?"
* * *
Nancy had fallen asleep in the passenger seat almost as soon as Frank had began to drive.
Frank couldn't help but think how serene she looked.
"Swing, Swing" began playing electronically. Frank quickly reached for his cell-phone, hoping it wouldn't wake Nancy up.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Frank?" he heard his brother Joe ask. "You need to get back here right now. There's been another theft,"
"Is the victim D or A?" Frank asked snapping alert.
"Dead," Joe answered. "The theft was in the room next to ours. Mr. Woolwich really wants to talk to you,"
"How mad is he?" Frank questioned.
"Pretty mad," Joe said. Frank could see his brother shrugging. "He wants to know where you were, why you aren't here now, and 'why the hell we haven't solved this case yet?' That last one was a direct quote from Woolwich,"
"Listen, I'm not going to explain right now, but let's just say I ran into Nancy Drew and she's with me. She got drugged. She's fine now, but she's asleep and it doesn't look like she'll be waking up for a while,"
"Woolwich is calling me. I'll tell him you're on your way," there was a click on the other end of the phone.
"Joe," Frank quietly shouted to himself.
* * *
When Frank arrived at the hotel he reluctantly left Nancy asleep in the car.
As he walked inside he saw Joe waiting for him in the lobby. "Joe, I told you I was with Nancy and she was asleep because she was drugged. Why did you tell Woolwich I was on my way?"
"Because he's ready to give a real lecture and I figured we should both be here," Joe shrugged.
"So basically your saying you didn't want Woolwich to lecture only you?" Frank sighed. They began walking in silence.
"What's Nancy's case?" Joe asked.
"What?" Frank responded.
"What's Nancy's case? She wouldn't get drugged if she wasn't on a case,"
"From what she told me, ours,"
* * *
Nancy tossed and turned into a fitful sleep.
*into the dream/flashback*
The Asian woman dragged 11-year-old Nancy into a tiny cell.
Nancy had blood oozing out of a cut on her forehead. The cut on her neck lightly dripped. "Who are you?" Nancy demanded.
"My name is Viper," the woman answered. "And you've been a bad girl. Nancy,"
"What do you want with me?"
"I want to see you dead,"
"Why didn't you just kill me at my house when you had the chance?"
Viper gestured to a camera. "So your daddy can see every minute of your pain. Boys!" she called.
Two men who looked much like Viper walked in.
"Boys, Nancy here, she's a bad girl. She was spying on you two and Mr. Blake," Viper explained. "Do what you want with her, but leave the kill for me,"
The two men crowded closer to Nancy as Viper left. "So what do we want to do with her?" one asked the other.
Nancy cowered into a corner trying to distance herself from the men. Now they were four feet away.
"Well, Viper did say do what we want with here," the other man answered. "But does that mean EVERYTHING?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"That and all it implies boys," Viper purred from outside the cell.
The first man grinned and reached for his pants.
*end dream/flashback*
Nancy's eyes shot open. She looked around quickly, making sure the men weren't there.
Soon she remembered Frank was driving her to the hotel and she had fallen asleep. Nancy looked out the window. She was at the hotel, but Frank wasn't there.
*He wouldn't leave me alone* she thought. Then she saw the police cars and one from Miami Morgue. *There must have been another theft*
Nancy got out of the car and swayed for a minute, still feeling the after- math of the knock-out gas.
As she entered the hotel she spotted a familiar blond boy walking toward the door.
"Nancy," he said. "Frank sent me down to check on you,"
"It's good to see you Joe," Nancy said. "I wish it wasn't now that we were seeing each other though," she paused. "Take me up to the crime scene,"
"Are you OK?" Joe asked. "Frank told me what happened," they began walking to the crime scene.
"I'm fine," Nancy answered. "Did Frank tell you about Viper?"
"What he knew," Joe replied. "You think she's behind the thefts?"
"As soon as I can look at the crime scene, I can be sure,"
"Ah," a voice said. "The younger Hardy has finally returned,"
"That's Woolwich," Joe muttered. "A major pain in the-"
"So Joseph, who is your little friend," Woolwich interrupted.
"Mr. Woolwich?" Nancy asked. "Hey. Very nice to meet you. I'm Nancy Drew. I'm a detective. I'm here to save your ass. Now my friends have informed me that you're a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, but I'm not one to fix opinions on gossip, so if you'll just let me through to the crime scene I can get to work,"
"No one goes through the door," Mr. Woolwich stated stepping back, a bit further into the doorway.
Frank stood to the side in shock and Joe stood behind her trying not to laugh.
"Maybe you didn't hear me," Nancy said. "My name is Nancy Drew. My father's name is Carson Drew, you know, the lawyer? As I've said, I'm a detective and I'm here to save your ass. Now the police have gone. Yes, you're asking how I know that. I saw them walking down the stairs. It's definitely to your advantage if you let me through into this hotel room so I can help your sorry ass out of this mess you seem to have gotten yourself into,"
Woolwich moved to side, let Nancy through, then moved back into the doorway.
"Oh, and Mr. Woolwich," Nancy called beginning to look around. "Since Frank and Joe are the detectives you actually hired to save your ass, I suggest you let them in here too. Wouldn't want Mr. Hardy to be as pissed off as I am with you, jackass,"
Frank and Joe were soon in the room behind her. "Way to go Nancy!" Joe cheered quietly.
"Shut up Joe," Nancy said.
"Why? You kicked some major butt out there," Joe continued. "We've been here for two weeks with about 15 thefts and not once have we been able to get into a crime scene,"
"Joe shut up. I hate having to use my dad's name to get into places, I already feel like shit, and I still have to tell everyone back home that Viper's out so, no offense or anything, but I really don't need to hear your congratulations,"
The three detectives looked around the room, but so far found nothing.
Frank slid his hand over the headboard of the bed. He felt his fingers slip into a groove, but when he removed his hand he saw the groove was not part of the design, but was an odd-shaped carving. Before he could tell the others to come check it out he heard Joe say, "Check out this bloodstain,"
Frank and Nancy walked over. "Look's real doesn't it?" Nancy asked.
The "blood" stain looked like a stain with fangs barred.
"It's Viper's calling card. She carries around blood red paint that she mixes herself to mark where she's been," Nancy explained.
"How do you know all this?" Frank asked, speaking for the first time since they entered the room.
"The bitch did it in front of me,"