I do not own the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew, the characters solely belong to Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon. I'm just using their awesome characters to write my own fan fiction.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Frank Hardy ran! Ran faster then he had ever run before, trying desperately to catch up with the moving vehicle. His legs were on fire, his head was hurting but he couldn't stop, he had to keep going. Nancy's life depended on it.

The car made a sharp right turn and continued speeding down the road, faster then before. Frank ran to the corner and began to force his body forward when he felt his foot collide with something, sending shooting pain through his ankle, as his body made contact with the ground.

Looking up, he could see the taillights fading into the darkness of the night, and he knew it was too late. Even if he could force his body to get up and continue the chase, he'd never catch up.

Making a fist, he hit the ground before yelling, "I'll find you, Nancy Drew! If it's the last thing I do I'll find you!"

6 months earlier:

Nancy Drew bit her lower lip nervously, as she read over the note once again:

I saw you today, like most days, you looked INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL in that flowing green dress. Downright SEXY if you ask me! I'm proud to call you mine, even if you don't know it yet. But you soon will! I can't wait to see you that concert tonight. Make sure to wear the flowers I sent. I'll be seeing you...

Nancy shivered as she cast the note aside, not daring to even look in the box that had come with it. This was the tenth note she'd received in two weeks, and frankly she was beginning to get frightened. At first she'd thought maybe Ned might have been sending them in hopes to get back together, but by the third letter, she knew it wasn't him. Ned wouldn't get that personal!

Nancy had done enough detective work in her 20 years of life to know the signs of someone being stalked. And she was beginning to believe that was what was happening to her. Though in all her time working as an amateur detective, she'd never been the victim before.

And it was starting to get worse! Two days ago, she had gotten a phone call, but no one spoke. She only heard raspy breathing on the other end before she hung up. And the same thing happened just this morning.

Not to mention the feelings she'd been having of being watched was becoming more and more frequent. If only she had more clues then nameless notes and a couple eerie phone calls, then she might be able to piece who was behind it all.

At that moment, she heard her father come in. Nancy took a breath, before standing up in front of the table, hiding the box and the note from her father's view.

"Good evening, Nancy." Carson Drew said, placing his hat and briefcase in the coat closet.

"Hey, Dad..." Nancy replied, hoping her voice came off sounding normal.

It apparently didn't, for Carson looked up suddenly and took in Nancy's ghostly appearance. "You got another one, didn't you?" he asked perceptively.

Nancy only stepped aside revealing the contents on the table. Carson hurried over and picked up the note, quickly scanning it, he scowled and tossed it back onto the table before investigating the box. Inside was a corsage of lilacs, calla lilies, and a single orchid. Carson's eyes met Nancy's, knowing these were her favorite flowers.
Setting the box down, Carson made his way towards the telephone.

"Dad! What are you doing?" Nancy exclaimed.

"I think you and I both know it would be safer if you can just lay low for a while, somewhere besides River Heights..." Carson said as he picked up the receiver.

"But, Dad, it's only been notes! I don't think I'm in any danger." Nancy argued, really not wanting to leave her dad while she was feeling so vunerable.

"Not yet anyways. As much as I want you here so that I can watch out for you, I just can't with the amount of time I'm gone at work each day. I'd feel safer knowing you'd have someone around you at all times." He said as he dialed the number.

"You mean like a bodyguard?"

"No, of course not, friends your age."

"But what about Bess and George? Or even..." Nancy began but didn't get to finish her thought as Carson held up his hand for silence.

"Hello, Fenton, this is Carson Drew... Oh, I'm doing fine thanks, but you see, Nancy...No she's not hurt... But you see I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."

"Daddy," Nancy tried protesting once more but sighed when she realized it wasn't going to deter him.

"Well, I was hoping you could put her up for a little while...oh, I'm not sure yet, hopefully no more then a couple weeks... um...I'll have Nancy explain when she gets there. Would tonight be too soon?...Sometime late probably... No, it'll just be Nancy, though I may send Bess and George up in a couple of days if their parents are ok with it... Great! Thanks, Fenton, I'll see you later. Bye." And with that he hung up. He turned to find Nancy with her hands on her hips and an unpleasant expression on her face.

"Best go pack," Carson stated, ignoring her glare, "It's a three hour drive to Bayport, and I want to leave in the next couple hours."

Nancy turned to leave in a huff, but stopped and suddenly ran to her father, giving him a hug.

"I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you too, Nancy." Carson replied giving her a kiss before once again encouraging her to go pack. As she left, his eyes turned back to the note and flowers and only prayed that she'd be safe.

Ok, my first attempt at writing Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys. Let me know what you think... more to follow soon. :D