"You spend half of your time flirting with a different girl for each
case anyways so you have no room to talk. Besides I have been doing a
little detective work of my own." She muttered under her breath.
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"I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get that bullet so I could get it analyzed. She didn't say that she had an analyzing kit with her. However she probably wouldn't use it due to the fact that the police had a much better forensics lab.
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Thanking the doctor she went to the waiting room where she found Fenton Hardy waiting on them. "How you holding up Nancy?"
"I'm holding." -
Katie-I think that after all of the mysteries that she has helped solved anything ordinary would be pretty boring; especially with no challenge. I sure hope her new husband can find a few challenges for her.
Damsel of distress-Please don't cry I try to update about once a week.
Fantasy Girl
Catherinewells
I had to do the previous chapter a little bit different anyways. There were different things that happened there that are crucial to whatever will happen in the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I believe that it is Stratmeyer Syndicate and Simon and Schuster. Too bad they sure are a lot of fun to write!
Chapter 3
Nancy and Bess were driving to the police station to get the bullet analyzed. Nancy knew that it looked like a .44 magnum but then again she could be wrong. She didn't want to be wrong about this. Joe sat in the backseat if the car with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Joe you have to tell me what you were working on." Nancy ordered from the front seat.
Joe looked down at his hands. "We were looking into something for Chet." He answered.
"I thought that Chet was teaching chemistry in the local high school." Nancy commented.
"From what I understand he is. We were supposed to be on vacation, just as you were Nan. We weren't looking for work." Joe commented.
"We never are looking for work but look at us. Would we really have any kind o0f vacation without a mystery to get solved?" She questioned.
Joe looked at the pretty officer before him. 'Where did she come from? As many times as I have been in here I have never seen her in my life.'
Nancy shook her head. She had seen the look that he gave the receptionist at the front desk. It was momentary but it was there. "I'm from Chicago P.D. and I need to get the forensics lab."
The receptionist looked at Nancy rather dubiously when she heard that. Nancy knew that she looked too young to be on the police force so when she had to do something she always had her wallet handy. The woman called the chief just as soon as Nancy provided her police badge.
The chief came out to see who wanted to see him. "Joe Hardy what are you doing here without your brother? Who are these two lovely young ladies with you? Do you plan on showing off for them? Where is the Chicago P.D.?"
Nancy rolled her eyes. He greeted Joe like old friends. Nancy stepped forward. "My name is Detective Nancy Drew with Chicago P.D. I need to use your forensics lab so that I can examine this bullet." She held up the bag to show what she wanted done.
The chief looked surprised at her. "Okay." He nodded and led them out of t he room. "So tell me Detective Drew how did you become a detective at such a young age? You don't look a day over 20."
"I'm 25 and I have been solving mysteries since I was about 16 for my father." She responded in business like tone.
"That would mean that your father is..." he thought for a minute, "Carson Drew the defense lawyer?" He asked surprised.
"Yes." She answered.
"Do you know how to use the forensics lab?"
Nancy was becoming irritated with the man but didn't comment on that. "Yes. I even have a forensic set I take with me in case I don't have a police station near by so that I can get some work done." (I don't know if they have something like that do just bear with me.)
"Okay then I'll leave you to do your job."
He left them in the lab to do their work while he went to the phone to call Chicago P.D. "Chief I have a young woman here that claims to work for your department. I was wondering if you could verify that for me."
"Do you know her identification number?"
"No I don't know the number."
"What else do you know about her?"
"Detective Drew. She has strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She mentioned something about Carson Drew being her father." The Bayport police chief answered.
"I can't believe that you never heard of her. She's a world renowned detective. She's put away international criminals that wouldn't mind having her dead." The man on the other line smiled. He was proud to have her on his team.
The chief hung up the phone not believing what he had heard. She was a top detective. Now he wondered if the woman was the head detective. This should be interesting to see what she could do. She obviously was prepared about anything that came her way. She should be though because she was the daughter of one of the greatest defense lawyers of this time. "Well I better go check on her." He also wondered about the other girl that was with her. Who was she and what was a civilian working with a detective?
Nancy was talking to the technicians about something. The chief didn't know what to think when he looked at him and the technician commented that the woman was a rather interesting woman. She knew more than most of his men did. The older man grunted his acknowledgement. How could this woman know more than his men?
Nancy confirmed her suspicions about the gun after a few more minutes. "I'll talk to you later chief there is some more things I need to do now." She got the distinct feeling that she wasn't like by the chief. Nancy bristled at that. Some men still hadn't learned that women could do things just as well as men. Some men never would learn that.
"Where to?" Nancy asked Joe getting in the car.
"My house. WE have to finish discussing this case. We haven't been able to talk about it yet." Joe reiterated.
Joe I think that you said the same thing two times in a row." Bess giggled.
"Oh I did." Joe put on a blank look like he didn't know. "I did didn't I." He looked at Nancy to his side view. At least she smiled.
"Bess did you call your husband and tell him that you're going to be in Bayport for a while?" Nancy asked the newly wed.
"I did. He said that he was going to miss me to no end." Bess then turned red probably at the thought of what else it was that he said to her.
"Did he say anything else?" Nancy pried.
"Uh. no." Bess shook her head. Nancy laughed.
"You know Bess you're a terrible liar. You could just say that it was for your ears only." Nan commented.
"Come on Nan I'm sure that Frank has said things that were meant for yours and yours alone." Bess thought out loud.
"No he hasn't Bess. Besides anything between Frank and me is none of your business."
"It sure is the camera's business." Bess held a gleam in her eyes that worried Nancy.
Joe looked confused at the ladies. "What do you mean the camera's business? Is there something going on that I don't know about?"
"No." Nancy answered the inquiry.
"Yes there is. Nancy and Frank kissed at the wedding." Bess giggled at her friend's slightly reddened cheeks.
"Do you have proof?" Joe asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Bess provided the pictures that Nancy had seen earlier. Joe looked at what looked like more than two. 'Maybe they are just the wedding pictures.' She shook her when Joe got to the pictures that he had asked her about.
"Nancy, why didn't either of you say that you were together?" Joe inquired when he finished looking at the pictures.
"We don't know what is there Joe." Nancy answered irritated at Bess for doing that to her. She hated to be put on the spot like that.
"That lip lock you two are in doesn't say that." Joe commented nonchalantly.
Nancy was saddened by that last comment but she didn't know what else to say to him about it. They were both unsure of what to do with what was going on. Now he was in the hospital not able to move because he had been shot. When he was out she would sure find out what it was that they had.
Bess stopped Joe from saying anything else when she saw the next thing that Nancy did. She looked out her mirror twice to see something. "Nan are we being followed?"
"I think we are but I want to be quite certain." She went into the next exit in what she hoped would be a lot of complicated turns and some traffic. There was neither on the road that they were on. "Joe can you get us to a busy street from here? This road is as straight as they come." Nancy asked.
Joe gave her the required directions knowing for sure that they were being followed. He kept hearing screeching wheels in the back as sped up and slowed down almost like they wanted to run them off the road. - - - Okay guys you know the drill. Give me a good and honest review! I know that this chapter is kind of lame but I got a little fun out of it anyways.
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"I was wondering if it would be possible for me to get that bullet so I could get it analyzed. She didn't say that she had an analyzing kit with her. However she probably wouldn't use it due to the fact that the police had a much better forensics lab.
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Thanking the doctor she went to the waiting room where she found Fenton Hardy waiting on them. "How you holding up Nancy?"
"I'm holding." -
Katie-I think that after all of the mysteries that she has helped solved anything ordinary would be pretty boring; especially with no challenge. I sure hope her new husband can find a few challenges for her.
Damsel of distress-Please don't cry I try to update about once a week.
Fantasy Girl
Catherinewells
I had to do the previous chapter a little bit different anyways. There were different things that happened there that are crucial to whatever will happen in the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I believe that it is Stratmeyer Syndicate and Simon and Schuster. Too bad they sure are a lot of fun to write!
Chapter 3
Nancy and Bess were driving to the police station to get the bullet analyzed. Nancy knew that it looked like a .44 magnum but then again she could be wrong. She didn't want to be wrong about this. Joe sat in the backseat if the car with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Joe you have to tell me what you were working on." Nancy ordered from the front seat.
Joe looked down at his hands. "We were looking into something for Chet." He answered.
"I thought that Chet was teaching chemistry in the local high school." Nancy commented.
"From what I understand he is. We were supposed to be on vacation, just as you were Nan. We weren't looking for work." Joe commented.
"We never are looking for work but look at us. Would we really have any kind o0f vacation without a mystery to get solved?" She questioned.
Joe looked at the pretty officer before him. 'Where did she come from? As many times as I have been in here I have never seen her in my life.'
Nancy shook her head. She had seen the look that he gave the receptionist at the front desk. It was momentary but it was there. "I'm from Chicago P.D. and I need to get the forensics lab."
The receptionist looked at Nancy rather dubiously when she heard that. Nancy knew that she looked too young to be on the police force so when she had to do something she always had her wallet handy. The woman called the chief just as soon as Nancy provided her police badge.
The chief came out to see who wanted to see him. "Joe Hardy what are you doing here without your brother? Who are these two lovely young ladies with you? Do you plan on showing off for them? Where is the Chicago P.D.?"
Nancy rolled her eyes. He greeted Joe like old friends. Nancy stepped forward. "My name is Detective Nancy Drew with Chicago P.D. I need to use your forensics lab so that I can examine this bullet." She held up the bag to show what she wanted done.
The chief looked surprised at her. "Okay." He nodded and led them out of t he room. "So tell me Detective Drew how did you become a detective at such a young age? You don't look a day over 20."
"I'm 25 and I have been solving mysteries since I was about 16 for my father." She responded in business like tone.
"That would mean that your father is..." he thought for a minute, "Carson Drew the defense lawyer?" He asked surprised.
"Yes." She answered.
"Do you know how to use the forensics lab?"
Nancy was becoming irritated with the man but didn't comment on that. "Yes. I even have a forensic set I take with me in case I don't have a police station near by so that I can get some work done." (I don't know if they have something like that do just bear with me.)
"Okay then I'll leave you to do your job."
He left them in the lab to do their work while he went to the phone to call Chicago P.D. "Chief I have a young woman here that claims to work for your department. I was wondering if you could verify that for me."
"Do you know her identification number?"
"No I don't know the number."
"What else do you know about her?"
"Detective Drew. She has strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She mentioned something about Carson Drew being her father." The Bayport police chief answered.
"I can't believe that you never heard of her. She's a world renowned detective. She's put away international criminals that wouldn't mind having her dead." The man on the other line smiled. He was proud to have her on his team.
The chief hung up the phone not believing what he had heard. She was a top detective. Now he wondered if the woman was the head detective. This should be interesting to see what she could do. She obviously was prepared about anything that came her way. She should be though because she was the daughter of one of the greatest defense lawyers of this time. "Well I better go check on her." He also wondered about the other girl that was with her. Who was she and what was a civilian working with a detective?
Nancy was talking to the technicians about something. The chief didn't know what to think when he looked at him and the technician commented that the woman was a rather interesting woman. She knew more than most of his men did. The older man grunted his acknowledgement. How could this woman know more than his men?
Nancy confirmed her suspicions about the gun after a few more minutes. "I'll talk to you later chief there is some more things I need to do now." She got the distinct feeling that she wasn't like by the chief. Nancy bristled at that. Some men still hadn't learned that women could do things just as well as men. Some men never would learn that.
"Where to?" Nancy asked Joe getting in the car.
"My house. WE have to finish discussing this case. We haven't been able to talk about it yet." Joe reiterated.
Joe I think that you said the same thing two times in a row." Bess giggled.
"Oh I did." Joe put on a blank look like he didn't know. "I did didn't I." He looked at Nancy to his side view. At least she smiled.
"Bess did you call your husband and tell him that you're going to be in Bayport for a while?" Nancy asked the newly wed.
"I did. He said that he was going to miss me to no end." Bess then turned red probably at the thought of what else it was that he said to her.
"Did he say anything else?" Nancy pried.
"Uh. no." Bess shook her head. Nancy laughed.
"You know Bess you're a terrible liar. You could just say that it was for your ears only." Nan commented.
"Come on Nan I'm sure that Frank has said things that were meant for yours and yours alone." Bess thought out loud.
"No he hasn't Bess. Besides anything between Frank and me is none of your business."
"It sure is the camera's business." Bess held a gleam in her eyes that worried Nancy.
Joe looked confused at the ladies. "What do you mean the camera's business? Is there something going on that I don't know about?"
"No." Nancy answered the inquiry.
"Yes there is. Nancy and Frank kissed at the wedding." Bess giggled at her friend's slightly reddened cheeks.
"Do you have proof?" Joe asked with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Bess provided the pictures that Nancy had seen earlier. Joe looked at what looked like more than two. 'Maybe they are just the wedding pictures.' She shook her when Joe got to the pictures that he had asked her about.
"Nancy, why didn't either of you say that you were together?" Joe inquired when he finished looking at the pictures.
"We don't know what is there Joe." Nancy answered irritated at Bess for doing that to her. She hated to be put on the spot like that.
"That lip lock you two are in doesn't say that." Joe commented nonchalantly.
Nancy was saddened by that last comment but she didn't know what else to say to him about it. They were both unsure of what to do with what was going on. Now he was in the hospital not able to move because he had been shot. When he was out she would sure find out what it was that they had.
Bess stopped Joe from saying anything else when she saw the next thing that Nancy did. She looked out her mirror twice to see something. "Nan are we being followed?"
"I think we are but I want to be quite certain." She went into the next exit in what she hoped would be a lot of complicated turns and some traffic. There was neither on the road that they were on. "Joe can you get us to a busy street from here? This road is as straight as they come." Nancy asked.
Joe gave her the required directions knowing for sure that they were being followed. He kept hearing screeching wheels in the back as sped up and slowed down almost like they wanted to run them off the road. - - - Okay guys you know the drill. Give me a good and honest review! I know that this chapter is kind of lame but I got a little fun out of it anyways.