AN: Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've written anything… Sorry! I've been having some health problems. Anyway, this idea came to me a couple days ago, and I just had to start writing it. (I've been having serious writers block with All Criminals Want to Get Caught, so that is why I've deleted it. If the block ever disappears, I will of course re-post.) So this is mostly an introductory chapter. I was going to make it longer, but I decided to cut it a little short. This is good news for you, because it means that chapter two is already halfway finished! Please review!

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"Great shot Nancy!" Bess Marvin exclaimed as her friend finished her stroke, pausing in her backswing and watching golf ball soar out of the tee box and onto the green of the par three hole.

Nancy chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm as she set her golf club into her golf bag. "Bess, you know I don't mind, but during the tournament, you are really going to have to learn how to clap politely rather than vocalizing your enthusiasm."

Nancy and Bess were in Northern California for an annual Celebrity Pro-Am Charity Golf Tournament in which Nancy had been invited to play. Currently, it was just Nancy and Bess on the course, squeezing in a practice round before the night's opening banquet.

Bess grinned and rolled her eyes as she pulled her long blonde hair into a high ponytail. "I know, Nan, I know," she laughed. "But, if you end up winning, don't expect me to keep my mouth shut."

Nancy laughed again as Bess, who had volunteered to act as her caddy for the tournament, shouldered her golf bag and they started off toward the green. "I don't think we have to worry about that… the possibilities of me and Katherine winning are pretty slim. I'm not exactly an Annika Sorenstam. I'm surprised I was even asked to play. The tournament was probably just desperate for another female 'celebrity' who could make it," Nancy said, using air quotes around the word celebrity.

Bess took a long sip from her hot pink water bottle. "You're good enough, Nan. You used to play with your dad all the time! And besides," she grinned, handing Nancy her putter. "You'd rather be a Paula Creamer. She wears cuter golf clothes than Annika."

Nancy rolled her eyes at her fashion-forward friend as she began lining up her putt. The putt was about fifteen feet long, and not very difficult. She lined up slightly to the right, measuring the break in the green. "I'll keep that in mind," she replied after sinking the putt with a satisfying plunk.

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"Please take your seats, buckle your seat belts, and move your seat backs and tray-tables into their full upright and locked position as we make our final descent. It is now time to turn off any electronic devices…"

Joe Hardy ran a hand through his blond hair and tuned out the rest of what the flight attendant had to say. He elbowed his brother Frank, who was sitting to his right, jolting him awake from the nap he had been taking. "Frank," Joe said. "It's time to wake up. We're landing. Move your seat back up."

Frank sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He did as his brother told him to and checked his watch. It was five-o-clock Bayport time, which meant it was only three in the afternoon in Northern California, where they were about to land. He was absolutely exhausted. He and Joe had been traveling all day, and he was definitely feeling the effects of jet-lag setting in. "This case better be worth the travel," he muttered darkly, leaning forward slightly so he could see out the small airplane window to the ground below.

Joe laughed at his brother's unusually bad mood. "Since when does a case have to be worth anything for us to-?" Joe stopped midsentence at his brother's glare. "Oh," he said, recognition dawning on his face. "Frank," Joe said seriously. "If-,"

"I don't want to talk about it," Frank said. "I know what you're going to say anyway."

"And what exactly was I going to say?" Joe asked, raising his eyebrows and giving his older brother a pointed look.

"That I can't blame myself. That being a detective is a part of who I am and I need to find someone who likes me because of that, not despite that. The same things Dad told me," He ran a hand through his hair as his brother had earlier.

Joe laughed. "Right in one," he said, patting his brother on the back. "But, I was also going to add that even though you dated Callie for years, it's time to move on."

Frank looked at his brother incredulously, "Joe it's been three days. Forgive me for not being able to forget about her instantly."

"I know, I know," Joe raised his hands in defense, "But think about all the bad parts of your relationship. The cons outweighed the pros, man."

"I know you're right… Whatever. What time is the banquet?" Frank asked, changing the subject back to the case.

"Seven," Joe answered, letting the subject of Frank's recent breakup drop. "Nick is sending a driver to pick us up at the airport and take us to our hotel by the course. We'll have a couple hours to chill before we have to leave for the banquet."

Frank sighed and nodded. He leaned back in his seat and reviewed what they knew about the case so far. They had been contacted a few days ago by a friend of their father's, whose son Nick Ford was a collegiate golfer and had recently been receiving threatening messages. Nick was the star golfer on the Stanford University golf team. This weekend he was playing in an annual Celebrity Pro-Am Charity Golf Tournament to benefit cancer research, and was afraid of what might happen if he didn't listen to the threats he had received and throw the tournament. Nick needed to play well in the tournament in order to keep his many sponsors and athletic scholarships, and had made it very clear that he wouldn't throw the tournament even if that wasn't the case. The only problem was, Nick had no clue who could be threatening him.

The plane touched down to the runway gently, or as gently as a plane could, and slowly made its way to the gate. Once the plane came to a complete stop, Frank stood and removed his and Joe's carry-on luggage from the overhead compartment. They made their way off the bustling plane and through the terminal to the baggage claim area. A man in a black suit stood by one of the baggage carousels holding a sign that read "Hardy" in bold dark letters. They talked to the driver and he helped them each quickly find their luggage, which included a suitcase and golf clubs for each. There was a black sedan waiting on the curb for them and they quickly made the fifteen minute drive to their hotel.

"Thank you, Sir." The driver said as Frank tipped him generously after their bags were removed from the trunk of the car.

" No problem," Frank replied before following his brother inside the doors of the large hotel. The elegant lobby was teeming with people, most assumedly in town for the tournament, as they were all dressed in golf attire. He strode over toward the marble check-in counter where Joe was currently leaning on his elbows, charming the attractive employee who was checking them in.

"The reservation should be under Ford," Frank said, setting down their bags.

The woman nodded and handed them two card keys. "Here you are," she smiled, her eyes never leaving Joe. "You're in room number Eight-Ninteen. Enjoy your stay."

"We will, Rachel," Joe replied smoothly after glancing at the woman's nametag, winking and causing the woman to blush prettily and grin.

Frank rolled his eyes. "Come on, Joe," He said, grabbing his bags and walking towards the glass elevator. "Joe, can you please restrain from flirting with any attractive girl you meet?" Frank asked, laughing at his brother.

Joe seemed to be distracted by something he saw through the glass elevator as they waited for the elevator doors to close. "What about an attractive girl I've already met?"

"What?" Frank asked, turning around to follow his brother's gaze. "What do you mean?" He asked his brother as the doors began to close.

"Hold the elevator!" A familiar woman's voice called out before Joe could answer his brother's question.

Frank pressed the 'Door Open' button and the nearly-closed elevator doors reversed their direction and began re-opening.

"Thanks," another woman said breathlessly. Frank looked up and his eyes widened when he saw Nancy Drew and Bess Marvin standing before him.

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AN: Comments? Questions? Concerns? Please review! I will hopefully be posting chapter two by the end of the week… sooner if I get lots of reviews! Seriously, I live for those things. LOL, I hope you enjoyed!