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Author's Note: Well, here I am with another one. I hope you respond as well as you have with my previous stories. As always, please read and review and remember that all types of feedback are appreciated.
Eighteen year old Nancy Drew was sitting on the sofa in the den of her house in River Heights when the phone rang. She put down the thriller she had been reading and reached for the cordless phone beside her.
"Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Just the person that I was looking for." Eighteen year old Frank Hardy's cheerful voice greeted her.
Nancy smiled into the phone. Frank Hardy and his brother, Joe, were world famous detectives just like her. There had always been this undeniable attraction between her and Frank, but there was nothing either of them could do about it, because Nancy had Ned Nickerson and Frank had Callie Shaw.
"Well, well...Frank Hardy." Nancy said.
"What are you up to, Drew?" he asked.
"At this particular moment?" Nancy asked. "Talking to you."
"And before I called?" Frank asked.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Saving the world...again." Nancy said.
"And you're not even out of breath." Frank teased. "Impressive."
Nancy smiled again. "Actually I was reading."
"So, no case?" he asked.
"Nope." Nancy said.
"Well, then we have something in common." Frank said.
"You mean you and Joe are bored out of your minds, too?" Nancy asked.
"Completely." Frank said. "And I want to do something about it."
"What re you going to do?" Nancy asked. "Go up to every person in Bayport and see if they have a mystery for you to solve?"
"And excellent idea, but no. How would you like to join Joe and me for a trip into New York City?" Frank asked.
"Sounds tempting." Nancy said. "When?"
"We were thinking of now." Frank said.
"I think I can swing that." Nancy said. "No mystery to solve, right?"
"The only mystery we will have to solve is how Joe manages to eat so much and yet still live to tell about it." Frank said.
Nancy laughed. "The eternal question."
"So you wanna come?" Frank asked, hopeful.
"Sure. Why not?" Nancy said. "Just let me pack and I'll be on my way."
"Great!" Frank said a little too enthusiastically.
"Just give me an hour to pack and I'll head on over." Nancy said.
"Okay." Frank said. "See you soon, Nan."
Frank hung up the phone and smiled to himself. Nancy would be here soon, he thought. And though he was doing this to give them all a break, he couldn't deny the fact that he had wanted to see Nancy again. Two months had been too long.
"What are you so happy about?" Joe asked his brother as he stepped into Frank's bedroom.
"I was just talking to Nancy." Frank said.
Joe rolled his eyes. He had been watching them on every case that they worked on together. Anyone with eyes could see they were attracted to each other. He just wished that they would act on it already.
"I should have known." Joe said. "Anytime you talk to her or about her, your face lights up."
"Don't start, Joe." Frank warned.
"Whatever, Frank." Joe said. "So, what were you two talking about?"
"She's coming up here." Frank said. "The three of us are going to New York City for a few days."
"Oh, really?" Joe asked.
"I thought we could all use a little break from detective work." Frank said. He pulled out his duffel bag from under his bed.
You just want to see her again, Joe thought to himself. "So, when will she get here?" he asked aloud.
"In a few hours." Frank answered.
"Good." Joe said. "That still gives to time to work on your guilty conscience for doing this behind Callie's back."
"What is your problem, Joe?" Frank demanded, turning on his brother. "As I recall, you don't like Callie."
"You're right, I don't really like her. I don't think that there has ever been a time that I have liked her. I am all for you and Nancy to hook up. I just don't think you should keep stringing Callie along like this." Joe explained.
"And this comes from a habitual flirt." Frank said.
"That's a cheap shot, Frank." Joe said.
Frank looked at his brother and sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry. This is a sore subject for me. You know that I have feelings for Nancy and it is wrong that we do this to Ned and Callie. But we also know that we can't act on anything right now. And that's just how it has to be."
Frank turned away from his brother and started to put clothes in his duffel.
Joe turned to leave the room, but stopped at the door.
"I do understand, Frank." Joe said quietly. "Even if you don't think I do."
Nancy was on her way to Bayport, New York and hour after she got off of the phone with Frank. She was really surprised that he had called her, especially after the big blow-out they had on their last case. It had been about Ned.
Nancy's mind drifted as she remembered what was said:
"Nancy, he doesn't understand you! He doesn't understand that you help people!" Frank said.
"But he's right, Frank!" Nancy said loudly. "I spend way too much time doing this. I never have time for him anymore!"
"That's selfish on his part!" Frank said, his voice level matching hers. "All he wants to do is keep your sheltered. He wants you to stop doing what you love!"
"He would never force me to leave!" Nancy cried.
"That is exactly what he is doing. You're just too blind to see it!" Frank said. He put his hands on her shoulders.
Nancy tore away from his grasp. "What about you, Frank?" she demanded.
"What about me?" he asked.
"Callie does the same thing to you. She wants you all to herself. She doesn't even care what you want!" Nancy said.
"How did this get turned around on me?" Frank asked.
"Hey, you started it! You attacked me!" Nancy said.
"That is so childish." Frank said.
Nancy shook her head and grabbed her purse. "I'm not doing this anymore."
"Where are you going?" Frank asked.
"I'm going home." Nancy said. "Call me when you want to talk and not lecture me."
And with that she had slammed the door to his hotel room.
Nancy shook her head to clear it. It was behind them now. At least, she hoped it was.
She reached over without looking and grabbed her cell phone from the passenger seat. She dialed Frank's number.
"I'm on the road now." She said when he answered the phone. "I should be there around seven tonight."
"Be careful, Nan. We have a lot of rain heading this way." Frank said.
"I will," Nancy said. "See you in a bit." She hung up the phone and stuck it in her purse.
Nancy drove for a few hours when the rain finally started to come down. She had to slow her speed and really concentrate on the road ahead of her.
She spied a sign and saw that she was entering Johnstown, Pennsylvania. She knew it would be at least a couple of hours before she reached Bayport, she pulled into a gas station and filled up her car. She then got on the road again.
It was already becoming dark, so she turned on her headlights. She looked in front of her through the sheets of rain to see that she was leaving the populated areas and heading into a small town. She looked at a battered sign on the side of the road and to see that she was five miles from Huntingdon.
Nancy turned up the volume on her radio and searched for a rock station. She took her eyes off of the road for a second and when he glanced up to see a dog standing in the middle of the road.
Reflex made her grab the steering wheel and swerve sharply to the right. She overcompensated and lost control of her car. Nancy braced her self as her car collided with a tree.
She felt a throbbing pain in her left leg before she blacked out.
Author's Note: Yes, another one. Well, that's it for Chapter One. Please let me know what you think.