A US Marshal and FBI Supermystery: Chapter One

Author's Note: I've combined chapters; so, the format is a tad different.

Disclaimer: The author of this story (me) does not own the respective characters. She intends no copyright infringement.

-NDHB-

"How could you let her get killed?" Maria Cross screeched hysterically.

Nancy let her head drop in defeat, "Ms. Cross, I'm so sorry. We did everything we could to keep her safe."

"But, it wasn't enough now was it," Maria angrily spoke.

"Sometimes nothing we do is, but I promise you I will out this guy away."

-NDHB-

Not even ten minutes later, Nancy Drew, US Marshal for two years walked into the basement crime lab. "Tell me we can put this guy away for good, Yulia," she greeted the head technician.

"Sorry, Nan. I have nothing you can use unless you have something I don't know about?" sighed the young woman.

"You're thinking it was a professional job?" questioned the Marshal.

Yulia shrugged, "Or he had nothing to do with it. Sorry, Deputy."

Nancy would find a way to get this guy.

I know he did it, but how do I prove it? she thought as she exited the lab and made her way to her office on the sixth floor.

She opened the case file and started reviewing it. She hardly had to look at the file. Nancy remembered the victims and their families. This is the problem with the Marshals, Nancy decided, you can't help but get involved; you spend so much time with these people and their families.

Nancy couldn't believe she had let the only witness die. Jane Cross was the only woman to survive an attack by this man.

Nancy had only been around the corner having coffee with her best friends Bess Marvin and George Fayne while her partner Sophia took the watch. After Nancy received the page, she quickly rushed to the safe house, but Sophia was nowhere to be seen. And, she still wasn't here.

Nancy knew she should be worried about her partner, but she couldn't bring herself to care. In Nancy's mind Sophia was guilty until she had evidence stating she wasn't. Nancy and Sophia had never really trusted each other.

"Hey, Nan, I may have found something," Yulia knocked on Nancy's doorframe.

"What is it?" Nan asked gesturing the woman into the office.

"A fingerprint. I ran it through, and got a hit to…" she was interrupted by another Marshal.

"Deputy Drew, the boss wants to see you."

Nancy sighed, lifting herself from the chair, "Could you wait here, Yulia? I'll be right back." Nan asked already headed toward her boss's office.

She waited for Yulia's nod before walking to Paul Reinfield's office. Immediately, Nancy was aware of the man standing across from her boss. What a surprise!

"Drew," introduced Director Reinfield, "this is Special Agent Frank Hardy from the FBI. He's here to help you with Jane's case."

"Yes, sir," Nancy shook Frank's hand.

"Oh, right, Agent Hardy, this is US Marshal Nancy Drew and…Drew where is Deputy Lang?"

Nancy glanced at Frank. She shrugged in response to the director's question," I haven't seen her since last night, sir."

"What does that mean?" Paul asked, his voice rising in volume.

"She's missing, sir," replied Nancy, "I haven't seen her since we changed shifts at seventeen-eighteen last night."

"Could you give us a minute, Agent Hardy?" Frank nodded and quickly exited the room. Reinfield turned his attention back to Drew, "…you think Sophia has something to do with Jane's death?"

"I don't know, sir. I hope not but, I really don't know."

"All right," the older man sighed. "I need you to show Agent Hardy around; remember: you are in charge, Drew."

"Yes, sir." Drew agreed. "Anything else, sir?"

"Keep me filled in."

When Nancy emerged from the confines of her boss's office a few minutes later, all Frank Hardy could do was stare. Oh God! Nan looks amazing! To Frank, Nancy looked even better than the last time he had seen her. Her hair shone in the light as it streamed down her back.

On Nancy's part she saw how hard Frank had worked to tone his body. He looks so good! she thought. There had always been a spark between them. When they had worked together as teenagers, they had both had a significant other. Nancy had a boyfriend, Ned, who she hadn't seen in about six years. Frank had been dating Callie but he hadn't seen her in five years.

Nancy led Frank back to her office.

"Yulia Sarrasi, crime scene," Yulia said as she shook Frank's hand.

"Special Agent Frank Hardy, FBI."

"So, who did the fingerprints belong to?" Nancy asked closing the door.

"Right. Donald Flack, he did time for armed robbery. Got out on parole for 'good behavior' two weeks ago. This is the address he gave his parole officer," Yulia explained handing Nancy the paper. "I should have her clothes processed by the time you get back."

-NDHB-

Edited: 27 December 2008…ladybug1115