Disclaimer: I'm sick of writing disclaimers, so if you think I own these
characters; refer to chapters 1-3.
A/N- Don't worry, I'm not going to forget this story. I had a bit of writer's block, so I started a new one, but I'm better now and I'm going to finish both stories. Also thanks for the reviews and keep reviewing!
A/N- Someone asked me to write from Frank's POV. I will be the first to tell you that I have no idea what goes on in guys' minds, but I will try my best.
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The four stared at the hotel room. It was a mess. The suitcases, which had not been unpacked, were open and their contents strewn over the floor. The bedspreads had been pulled off the beds and were also on the floor. The curtains were dangling lopsidedly off of a broken curtain rod. George peered into the bathroom. There was shampoo and toothpaste all over the sink and the tub.
Nancy made an attempt at humor. "Would you believe this has happened to every hotel room I've ever stayed in?" she asked.
Joe grinned. "Yeah, I believe it."
Nancy looked around, suddenly serious. "Why would someone do this? I'm not on a case right now, except for the hospital thing. But I only started that this afternoon! No one could know about that yet."
George frowned. "Maybe someone knows you're here and did this for revenge or something." she suggested.
Frank pulled open the connecting door. "Your dad's room is trashed too." he told Nancy.
Nancy started. "My dad!" she exclaimed. "He's not here. I expected him to be here."
George shrugged. "Maybe he took longer than expected. Or maybe he's waiting for us in the restaurant."
Joe jumped into the conversation. "We'll find your dad, Nan, but now I think we'd better call security."
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Half an hour later security was leaving. "Sorry girls," the security chief was saying, "But we have no fingerprints, the thief must have worn gloves. Although I don't know that he or she can be called a thief, seeing how nothing's missing..."
Nancy smiled, even though hotel security wasn't being very helpful. "It's alright. We'll just clean up here. We'll be fine." She watched as the chief steered his men out of the room. Then she turned to her friends. "Dinner first. This mess will be here when we get back. Besides, we still have to find my dad."
Joe smiled tiredly. They could all see that he was wiped out. "Sounds good. I'm hungry!"
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Nancy's father was not at dinner. Towards the end of the meal, Nancy started to worry. She checked her watch for what seemed like the tenth time in the past minute. "He should be here by now." she said nervously.
After they had finished, they headed back up to Nancy and George's room. Carson was not there. By this time it was ten o'clock. George started to pick up the clothes that were scattered all over her room. Joe was wiping shampoo off the bathroom sink. Frank and Nancy were tidying up Carson's room. Actually, Nancy was going through the desk, looking for an address for Carson's client.
Frank picked up the bedspread and draped it across the bed. He then leaned over Nancy's shoulder. "Find anything?" he asked gently.
"Some things related to the case, but no phone numbers." she replied dejectedly. She walked out of the room and started straightening out her own things.
Frank sighed and pulled one of the curtains out from under the bed. A piece of paper came with it. The paper had a name and a phone number on it. Frank called to Nancy, "I think I found it!"
Nancy took a look at the paper in Frank's hands and read the name aloud. "Mr. Joseph Nye," she said, "this is it!" She sat at the desk and dialed the number. "Hello?" she said nervously. "Hi, Mr. Nye, it's Nancy Drew. Sorry to call you so late, but I was wondering if I could speak to my father, please." Frank was listening intently to her end of the conversation. "He left?" Nancy gasped. "When?" She paused. "8:30?" Her eyes widened, but her voice was calm. "Well, thank you anyway. It's okay. 'Bye." She hung up and spun around to face Frank. "He left two hours ago. He should be here by now!"
George poked her head into the room. "Uh, guys? Joe is asleep on the couch." George grinned. "Maybe you should head back to your hotel." she suggested.
Frank looked at Nancy, who stood up and said vaguely, "Yeah, you guys can go. Thanks for the help." Her look was absent, like she was thinking about something else.
George looked curiously at Nancy, but said, "I'll go wake Joe."
Frank nodded. "Nan?" he said softly, taking her hand. "Are you going to be okay? Do you want us to stay?"
Nancy came out of her thoughts and took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm okay. If he's not here in the morning I'll call the police. You can go."
Frank wrote down the number of his hotel phone. "Hey, if something happens, call me, okay?"
Nancy smiled. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." she replied. She squeezed his hand. "But thanks." she added, staring into his dark eyes.
After a moment, Frank stepped back. "Call me tomorrow, okay?" Frank felt stupid saying that, like he was repeating himself. He was joined by a groggy Joe and they stepped into the hall and closed the door. Nancy heard Frank say, "I'd better drive."
Nancy brushed her teeth and climbed into bed with her clothes on. George lay in the bed across from hers. Nancy knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She was too worried about her father. If he was going to be late, he would have left a note, a message, something, she knew. She sighed and pulled the blankets up around her. It was going to be a long night.
A/N- Don't worry, I'm not going to forget this story. I had a bit of writer's block, so I started a new one, but I'm better now and I'm going to finish both stories. Also thanks for the reviews and keep reviewing!
A/N- Someone asked me to write from Frank's POV. I will be the first to tell you that I have no idea what goes on in guys' minds, but I will try my best.
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The four stared at the hotel room. It was a mess. The suitcases, which had not been unpacked, were open and their contents strewn over the floor. The bedspreads had been pulled off the beds and were also on the floor. The curtains were dangling lopsidedly off of a broken curtain rod. George peered into the bathroom. There was shampoo and toothpaste all over the sink and the tub.
Nancy made an attempt at humor. "Would you believe this has happened to every hotel room I've ever stayed in?" she asked.
Joe grinned. "Yeah, I believe it."
Nancy looked around, suddenly serious. "Why would someone do this? I'm not on a case right now, except for the hospital thing. But I only started that this afternoon! No one could know about that yet."
George frowned. "Maybe someone knows you're here and did this for revenge or something." she suggested.
Frank pulled open the connecting door. "Your dad's room is trashed too." he told Nancy.
Nancy started. "My dad!" she exclaimed. "He's not here. I expected him to be here."
George shrugged. "Maybe he took longer than expected. Or maybe he's waiting for us in the restaurant."
Joe jumped into the conversation. "We'll find your dad, Nan, but now I think we'd better call security."
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Half an hour later security was leaving. "Sorry girls," the security chief was saying, "But we have no fingerprints, the thief must have worn gloves. Although I don't know that he or she can be called a thief, seeing how nothing's missing..."
Nancy smiled, even though hotel security wasn't being very helpful. "It's alright. We'll just clean up here. We'll be fine." She watched as the chief steered his men out of the room. Then she turned to her friends. "Dinner first. This mess will be here when we get back. Besides, we still have to find my dad."
Joe smiled tiredly. They could all see that he was wiped out. "Sounds good. I'm hungry!"
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Nancy's father was not at dinner. Towards the end of the meal, Nancy started to worry. She checked her watch for what seemed like the tenth time in the past minute. "He should be here by now." she said nervously.
After they had finished, they headed back up to Nancy and George's room. Carson was not there. By this time it was ten o'clock. George started to pick up the clothes that were scattered all over her room. Joe was wiping shampoo off the bathroom sink. Frank and Nancy were tidying up Carson's room. Actually, Nancy was going through the desk, looking for an address for Carson's client.
Frank picked up the bedspread and draped it across the bed. He then leaned over Nancy's shoulder. "Find anything?" he asked gently.
"Some things related to the case, but no phone numbers." she replied dejectedly. She walked out of the room and started straightening out her own things.
Frank sighed and pulled one of the curtains out from under the bed. A piece of paper came with it. The paper had a name and a phone number on it. Frank called to Nancy, "I think I found it!"
Nancy took a look at the paper in Frank's hands and read the name aloud. "Mr. Joseph Nye," she said, "this is it!" She sat at the desk and dialed the number. "Hello?" she said nervously. "Hi, Mr. Nye, it's Nancy Drew. Sorry to call you so late, but I was wondering if I could speak to my father, please." Frank was listening intently to her end of the conversation. "He left?" Nancy gasped. "When?" She paused. "8:30?" Her eyes widened, but her voice was calm. "Well, thank you anyway. It's okay. 'Bye." She hung up and spun around to face Frank. "He left two hours ago. He should be here by now!"
George poked her head into the room. "Uh, guys? Joe is asleep on the couch." George grinned. "Maybe you should head back to your hotel." she suggested.
Frank looked at Nancy, who stood up and said vaguely, "Yeah, you guys can go. Thanks for the help." Her look was absent, like she was thinking about something else.
George looked curiously at Nancy, but said, "I'll go wake Joe."
Frank nodded. "Nan?" he said softly, taking her hand. "Are you going to be okay? Do you want us to stay?"
Nancy came out of her thoughts and took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm okay. If he's not here in the morning I'll call the police. You can go."
Frank wrote down the number of his hotel phone. "Hey, if something happens, call me, okay?"
Nancy smiled. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." she replied. She squeezed his hand. "But thanks." she added, staring into his dark eyes.
After a moment, Frank stepped back. "Call me tomorrow, okay?" Frank felt stupid saying that, like he was repeating himself. He was joined by a groggy Joe and they stepped into the hall and closed the door. Nancy heard Frank say, "I'd better drive."
Nancy brushed her teeth and climbed into bed with her clothes on. George lay in the bed across from hers. Nancy knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. She was too worried about her father. If he was going to be late, he would have left a note, a message, something, she knew. She sighed and pulled the blankets up around her. It was going to be a long night.