Chapter 7

Nancy's point of view

Nancy was mad at Frank and she was also confused at this new Frank. Who was he? How did he become this man who was so mean and rude about this whole thing. They finished going over the evidence, or half. They were all combing through silently through the information. Frank had a pile, Joe had a pile, George had a pile, and Nancy her self had a pile. The information was getting gross and confusing. The evidence just didn't match any of the suspects, and the suspects they were getting DNA test on weren't matching up to the DNA found on the body of the victims. The only thing that kept the killings linked was the DNA sample was found on all of the bodies.

"What's in your stack cause this is getting grueling?" George peaked over Nancy's shoulder.

"Oh nothing big, just talking about the way each victim was found and how the pathologist came to the conclusion about their deaths. There are pictures in my file about the victims. Frank how is your stack coming?" Frank looked up from a paper he was reading.

"I found something interesting. Tad knows the second victim. They were friends from high school." Nancy reached for the paper. Frank handed it over. Joe looked up.

"But the DNA didn't match up, did it?" George asked.

"No, that's their problem. They have no DNA evidence. Did he have an ably George?" George was going through the ably file.

"Yes, he was with his best friend until two in the morning studying. Then he went to his dorm room, where his roommate heard him come in, and go to sleep. By then it was three thirty in the morning. So it took him an hour and a half to get home from where ever he was studying. That's the time we need to check out I would assume. The other times he has no ably. But neither does the other candidates, and no offense, Nancy has an interview with this Tad individual tomorrow." Joe looked at Nancy.

"How did you manage that one? Rumor has it his lawyer won't have him be interrogated cause his fingerprints weren't at the crime scene either. The victim was clean as a whistle. Nancy shrugged.

"It must have been the voice. And I'm just a detective, not an official yet. Emily is coming with me, why George and Bess see the city." Joe nodded his head. George smiled.

"We are doing some picture taking of the places where the victims were found and went missing. We brought the digital camera, plus a digital video camera." Joe looked at Nancy.

"What time are you meeting Tad?" Nancy put down her stack of papers.

"I would think around one o'clock for lunch at a café of his choice. Then we go for a walk or boat ride to the Statue of Liberty. He wants to be in an environment where he doesn't get pressured. That's the only way he agreed to meet me and Emily." Frank frowned.

"Is there anyway you could get us to go with you?" Frank asked.

"I could try, but no guarantee." Frank still frowned.

"I don't like you going out with him like a date." Nancy ignored Frank and addressed Joe.

"I feel comfortable on this case. You should have seen my last case before this one. It was a scream." George shook and Nancy knew for good reason. They solved a murder case on campus, which was thought to be an overdose of medication but proved to be a murder of the first degree. She did it all by herself with no support of the police department cause they thought it was just an overdose on purpose.

"You missed Frank's concern. What if he is the one killing people and you go out with him alone without protection." Nancy laughs.

"I think after the last case, I can take care of myself." George nodded her head.

"That class to teach her Judo, after all she knows most martial arts moves, Nancy now has a brown belt in Judo and a black in Karate. I think she is fine to take care of her self."

Joe's point of view

Joe didn't know what was worth but the egos were definitely flying. He wasn't sure about Nancy, for they comb through evidence for about two hours straight. Nancy went quiet, and so did George. Frank kept looking up from his paper at Nancy as Joe kept an eye on Frank. He just had this lingering eye on Nancy. What to do with this dilemma? He thought to him self. He had to kick Frank out of this mode. Frank obviously was thinking of his hormones vs. his intelligence right now. Its like he is having his own version of PMS.

"I don't know about you guys but I say we come back tomorrow and comb through this stuff some more, besides I bet Bess would love to get some grub." Nancy gasped and George looked at Nancy. They must of forgot, which was funny.

"We totally forgot about Bess. I'm sure she will be five though, but I'll give her a call." Nancy picked up her cell phone and gave it a speed dial. She got up and left the room. George sat there and looked back down at her paper.

"So, George how is Nancy doing?" Joe asked. Frank leaned back in his chair and looked at George. George looked up at them both.

"She is doing fine. She is a bit stressed out about this FBI thing so don't think this cool composure is something to write home about. She is debating on just becoming a private detective and skipping the FBI training." Joe liked that idea too.

"Though she would need a partner." George shrugged.

"I know that. Right now the FBI are saying they want her to be a Special Agent specializing on serial killer cases. They say she has an eye on the ball so to say. I bet you two would be perfect for the FBI. What have you been doing lately?" Joe smiled. They had a lot of catch up work to do.

"I'm a investigator reporter major. Frank here is a political science major, and is taking the LSATs in April. So I don't think he'll be in the best of moods for a while." Frank grunted.

"That's not true. I'm just going through a rough time with Callie. I thought she had been cheating on me when she hadn't. I plan on marrying her." George smiled.

"Congratulations are in order then. I should tell Nancy this. She'll be happy for you. Her relationships are always on the rocks cause of her constant traveling for mysteries. She takes online classes so she can graduate on time. Mine are the same so she never solves a case alone. Bess is doing the same right now." Joe was impressed. They had a plan for Nancy. He never thought of online classes, for he heard they were harder then regular classes cause of the distance of the teacher.

"What is Nancy's major?" George smiled.

"Guess." Joe frowned and Frank laughed.

"Criminal something." George nodded.

"Criminal Investigation something or other. I forget the exact major. But she has a dual major of journalism too, just in case." Joe never thought of that either and two majors were tough. Nancy was always a good student.

"Ok Bess is going to meet us at the station." Nancy stated coming back into the room and sat down.

"Can she find her way?" George stated.

"I told her to take a taxi." Frank laughed and Nancy smirked.

"Is everything all right in here?" Tom stuck his head into the room.

"Yes, everything is fine. There is just a lot of information to comb through." Nancy stated with Joe. Joe laughed and Tom nodded a sad smile.

"That is the problem with cases like this but if the city finds out there is really a serial killer on the loose in New York City, they will never be out on the streets and the news media will be all over the place." Joe knew that one. Once the news gets real whiff of everything then things will get seriously messy.

"Could we get some water Tom?" Nancy stated.

"How about a coke?" They all said yes to that one as Joe looked back at his file. He was going over the pictures which weren't the best and the information leading up to the kidnapping. Well what they think is the kidnapping, and the places of the victims were captured. He flipped to Lisa's section, which was all he was reading. He hadn't gotten to the second victim. There were no accounts for Lisa's disappearance.

"So how about lunch?" Frank stated from his side of the table.

"I think lunch sounds fantastic, except we are waiting on Bess." Nancy reminded his brother. Joe was starving.

"How about we go to Little Italy?" George stated from her seat. Joe felt his stomach gurgle at the mention of that town.

"Sounds good to me but a bit pricy area of town. How about a café?" Joe saw Nancy's face light up.

"That sounds good. I think I'm suppose to meet Tina for dinner." Frank looked up from his pile.

"Isn't that who you met today?" Joe nodded. Nancy looked at Joe.

"Did you find out anything interesting?" Joe frowned.

"Only that Tad isn't the nicest boyfriend in the world. There was definitely abuse." Frank looked at Nancy.

"That is why I don't want you to go by yourself." Nancy looked at Frank.

"I appreciate the big brother effect, but I can take care of myself." George somewhat rolled her eyes. Joe saw the ego forming. What a pair Nancy and Frank made, Joe would definitely have to mediate between the two.

"You don't have to sound like your made of steal. I know from previous cases working with you Nancy, that things can get dicey." Joe sighed, another argument. These two were definitely on their own level, which left Joe, George and he would bet Bess in the wind.

"Hey, lets not argue please." George stated to both of them with the tone thinking this won't be an easy case now. These two were definitely going at it. Nancy seemed not to even hear her friend.

"Frank I don't need to hear your lectures about how to keep myself safe. I appreciate the concern though." Joe smirked at the blow to Frank. Nancy did have a slight ego it seemed, but she deserved to have an ego. He knew for a long time they had an ego, although since he hadn't done a case in about four years and he lost his edge.

"Frank I don't know about this. Do you think we are up.." Joe started to state but got interrupted by Nancy.

"Look Joe, you both have the eyes and ears and brains of brilliant detectives. I'm sure you just need to get into the groove of things." They heard a slight knock on the door. Joe looked as there stood a young, beautiful, and tall early twenties woman. She had hard auburn hair, blue hazel eyes, and freckles. She wore a nice shirt, pants, and a badge on her left pocket. The id read, FBI Special Agent Emily Dickenson, and boy is she hot. Joe thought to himself.

"Is there a Nancy Drew in this room?" Nancy stood up. Emily looked not older then twenty-four years old, about their age.

"That's me." Emily smiled and took her hand.

"Nice to meet you. Who are your friends?" Nancy gestured at Joe and Frank and George.

"That is George my best friend and always helper in investigations. These two are Frank and Joe Hardy, related to Fenton Hardy. They helped me crack a dozen cases in the past and I asked them if they'd want to help. Two others that aren't here yet are Callie, and Bess Marvin. We are all on the case." Emily didn't seem bothered but did frown.

"You guys know the risks right? The possible danger and such is what I'm concerned about. This could get very dicey." Frank to Joe's perspective looked like he was taken off guard as Joe was. Emily was too young to be a Special Agent in the FBI, not one to be sent off on a case like this.

"How old are you if you don't mind me asking?" Frank finally spoke up. Joe kicked him. Emily gave a half smile.

"Oh don't worry Joe," How did she see me kick? He thought to himself. "I'm twenty three, and I graduated high school at sixteen. Take me as a super kid, I've been in the FBI since I was twenty." Joe was impressed. This was super smart king.

"Graduated and went to what university?" Nancy asked.

"I went to Duke, cause I'm from Florida." Joe met Frank's eyes. Nancy looked excited and so did George.

"That's a nice university. What was your major?" George charmed in.

"Yeah, I liked it a lot. I majored in forensic science, and criminal investigation, and minored in Russian and Latin." Joe blinked. How could she managed that in four years? Was she super woman? Who ever she was, this Emily was some smart cookie. Maybe they could use her after all, Joe thought to himself.

"We are trying to connect the dots to all this information, and I meet someone later tonight and we are about to go to lunch. Want to join us?" Nancy quipped as Frank somewhat hid a frown.

"Sure, why not. I need to get to know the crew. I call us a crew cause that's what we are. We are teammates. I need each one of your cell phone numbers so I can contact you at any moment." Joe liked Emily as much as he liked a pea soup. He hated pea soup. He just didn't know about working with a smarty pants. She could get in the way with the investigation, he thought to himself. The look was all over Frank's face.

"So if your off to lunch, what's taking so long?" Emily took an empty seat as Tom came in with their cans of soda. They all took one. Emily smiled at Tom.

"We are waiting on my friend Bess." Emily nodded.

"So where is Callie?" Nancy gestured at Frank.

"She is coming into town on Saturday." Frank answered. Joe was surprised this FBI agent wasn't giving a fuss to this arrangement. Most of the time, FBI agents were possessive over their cases.

"I guess then we can discuss the information you guys have been reading for the past few hours, and compare notes. I've been combing over the electronic version of the same thing. It's a lot to go over. Any information that strikes you already?"

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George's Point of View

George watched as the group of detectives looked at each other. The information was about to fly across the table. They were at lunch at a local café. Bess had arrived ten minutes later and instead of talking about it then, they voted to read more information. Emily had to talk to Tom anyway about security procedures for the city. They went out and alls at around the small booth.

"I think Tad is a bit abusive towards women, and possessive." Joe chimed in. George felt so stupid as Bess just ate her sandwich in silence. She was hitting it off with Emily as they both loved to shop. How weird, a FBI agent that wasn't all rough around the edges. All rough around the edges….