Title: The Mystery of Elizabeth Drew
Rating: PG-13
Author: Mac (col_sarah_mackenzie@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Nancy Drew and her friends are property of Carolyn Keene.

18 year old Nancy Drew, stared at the picture of her mother. It had been ten years exactly since the day she died. She never really knew what happened. Her father, Carson Drew, a well known lawyer in River Heights, rarely talked about it.

Well, being a detective, and naturally curious, Nancy set out to learn
everything she could. Since she was going to Bayport to visit her friends, Frank and Joe Hardy for their father's birthday, she figured she would start with him. Fenton Hardy had been close friends with Nancy's father since they were in college.

"Nan, are you okay?" Frank Hardy asked his friend. "You've been quiet all day."

Nancy shook her head. "I'm fine... I was just thinking about my mom." She wiped away the tear that escaped. "God, I promised myself I wouldn't do this!"

"Nan," Frank said, taking her hand. "It's okay to cry. I've known you since then, you were always strong for your dad. Well, he's not here and it's been ten years. Let it out."

Nancy looked at Frank. He was so very right. Frank pulled her into a hug as she cried. "This has to be the worst week ever," she cried into his shirt. "It's the anniversary of mom's death, George moved to California, and Ned left me for another girl."

"What?" Frank said. He had no idea about her and Ned. "What did he say?"

"He was tired of chasing a girl who was always turning their dates into mysteries. He said he didn't really love me..."

Frank was beyond pissed now. He was ready to tear Ned limb from limb. The guy knew what Nancy went through nearly every year at this time. "Everything will be all right, Nan."


Frank's brother, Joe, sat in the kitchen with his father. "So when is Carson going to tell Nancy the truth, dad?"

"I don't know, son," Fenton said with a sigh. "He should have told her a long time ago. Although, if he had, Nancy would have tried to solve the case herself."

Joe nodded. "Yeah." Fenton threw a pretzel at him. "Hey, what was that for?"

"You two would have helped her."

"That's what friends are for," he replied with a shrug.


Nancy decided to go for a walk to clear her head. She had a lot to think about. She let Frank know that she would be taking a walk on the beach, and headed out the door.

"I have got to stop crying!" she muttered to herself, wiping away her tears. Finding a quiet spot on the beach, Nancy sat down and watched the moonlight reflect off the waves.

Fifteen minutes later, Nancy was broken away from her thoughts by a noise to her left. Being a detective, she had learned to train her ears for the slightest of sounds. She got up, dusting off her shorts.

Her eyes had adjusted to the dark by now, but not well enough apparently. Someone grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. Nancy struggled in this person's grasp, but they were too strong for her.

"Miss Drew, you need not worry about how your mother died. You pursue it and I will make you an orphan, do you understand?" Nancy nodded slowly. "Good! I'm sorry I have to do this, but I can't have you following me, can I?"

Nancy felt a searing pain in the back of her head and fell to the ground.


"Hey, Joe!" Frank called.


"Have you seen Nan?"

Joe eyed him curiously. "I thought she was with you."

"No, she wanted to be alone," Frank explained. "She went to take a walk on the beach about an hour ago."

"And you let her go?" Joe asked. His brother was almost as dumb as he was smart. "Frank, you know how the beach is at night."

"Joe, you forget, this is Nancy Drew we're talking about."

Joe nodded. "Exactly. I know Nan isn't on a case right now, but there are plenty of people who we've all helped to arrest and have been let out for good behavior. Remember who dad said was out?"

"Jackson Rodrigez..." Frank said. Rodrigez had nearly killed Nancy last time they met. Luckily, Frank arrived in time. "Come on, Joe, we have to find her!"

"I'm right behind you!"


Nancy woke up with a pounding headache and water logged clothing. She sat up, fighting off the dizziness. Looking down she realized why she was wet. She was on the beach and it was high tide.

Nancy stood up and glanced at her watch. She'd been gone for about an hour! Frank was going to send out a search party. Shivering, Nancy headed towards the Hardy home.


Nancy turned around, but she didn't see Frank. Her head was pounding unmercifully now. "Frank!" she called weakly.

She was lucky that the brothers weren't that far away. Frank rushed over just as her knees gave out. "Nan! God, you're freezing!" He carefully picked her up and carried her to the house.

"What happened?" Fenton asked as the boys came inside.

Nancy moaned. "Someone attacked me... Frank, I'm so cold."

Frank and Joe's Aunt Gertrude rushed into the kitchen. "Don't just stand there, Frank, bring her into her room. We have to get those wet clothes off!"

Fenton called the police and Carson as they took care of Nancy. "Drew residence."

"Carson, it's Fenton."

"Are those three causing trouble again?" Carson asked with a laugh.

Fenton sighed. "I only wish it was that. Nancy's been attacked."

"What?!" Carson exclaimed. "What happened?"

"We're not exactly certain. Frank found her on the beach. She was wet and barely conscious."

"I'll be there within the hour!"


When Carson arrived, Gertrude took him up to the guest room, where his daughter was resting. He nodded to Frank. "Mr. Drew."

"How is she?"

"Dr. Anderson came since he owed dad a favor. She has a mild concussion and a slight fever. He seems to think she be all right in a day or so."

Carson sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his. "Is she just sleeping?"

"Unconscious. She's been that way since I laid her on the bed," Frank told him. "This is Nancy we're talking about, Mr. Drew. She'll be ready for a case the minute she wakes up."

"When you're right, you're right."


"Jackson, the idea of playing on the emotions of Nancy Drew was brilliant!"

Jackson grinned. "I know, I came up with it. The fact that her mother,
Elizabeth, was murdered by my own father makes it all the more fun. I think we need to shake her up some more, don't you?"

"What did you have in mind?" Steve asked.

"More pain... lets put her daddy in the hospital. Maybe that boyfriend of hers, Frank Hardy."

Steve grinned. "This should be fun."