Ta-dah! First chapter story for these two!

I've been dying to get this idea down onto paper, but it just didn't click until these two came along (:

The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew © Simon & Schuster

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

Nancy Drew couldn't find her breath. She kept running through the quickening storm. She was certain someone was after her. And with her decision to walk to the bar and leave her car behind, she was only on foot now.

Splash.

Nancy ran through the puddles and soaked her jeans and flats. The rain was flattening out her hair and making her shiver, despite the way her blood was pumping furiously. She just had a bad feeling about this. When there were four large, terrible men out to get a smaller woman, the outcome never seemed to be pretty.

Bang!

Nancy gasped as a gunshot went off in the distance. Her mouth fell open as she ducked into an alley. She pressed herself into the frozen bricks to try and camouflage. She hoped it was working.

Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.

Nancy already knew it was too late before she turned around to face the footsteps.

Smash!

Everything went black.

"Would you quit breathing down my neck?"

"I would if you'd share the screen, you big headed nerd!" Joe replied, trying to look over at his brother's laptop. The two of them had been working a case for the last two days. It had been a smaller one. A woman's purse had been stolen from her in a grocery store parking lot just three days ago. The Hardy boys had been tracking the thief for two days and were almost confident they'd found him on security camera footage.

"Joe, take it easy. Go get a soda or something," Frank told his little brother. Joe sighed, muttered some sly remarks, and left the room.

Frank ran a hand through his hair and looked over the footage once again. The figure looked identical to Bayport High's linebacker, Ryan Hurlston. Frank has always suspected the guy was trouble, especially when Callie decided to go for him instead of Frank and his unsteady life. Now he had proof.

Frank's phone rang just to his right. It was a number he didn't recognize. "Who's calling?" Joe asked as he walked back in with a can of soda.

"Don't know. I don't know the number. It's from the Chicago area I think," Frank said as he mulled over the 630 number.

"Pick it up. Maybe it's a case." Frank decided to follow Joe's advice and pick up the phone. He answered the phone and placed it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm looking for a Frank Hardy?" a concerned male voice asked.

"That's me. What can I help you with?" Frank asked politely. Joe leaned in to try and listen, but Frank kept leaning away. After all, if the message had been for both of them, they would've received an email.

"Thank goodness. Do you have any friends in the Chicago area?"

"I have a few friends in River Heights," Frank replied curiously and thought of the red headed detective. Joe was definitely intrigued now.

"Okay. This is the Chicago Hospital. We admitted a woman very early this morning. She has no ID and no phone. She's been hurt badly. She comes in and out of consciousness often and doesn't remember a thing, not even her name. But when she's asleep, she's calling for you. I was hoping you were a boyfriend or a family member...?" the man trailed off. Frank's heart plummeted. He swallowed hard before asking the next question.

"This woman...can you describe her to me?" Joe raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, sure. She's quite pretty. Reddish hair, big blue eyes, fair skin, and is about 5'7." Frank couldn't think straight. His mouth went dry right after her name came off of his lips.

"Nancy..."

"Pardon?" the hospital worker asked. Frank shook his head.

"Her name is Nancy. Nancy Drew." At this, Joe impatiently shoved Frank. He was best friends with Nancy too, gosh dang it.

"Nancy Drew? As in Detective Nancy Drew? That would make sense why she's been asking for her detective friends I suppose," the man trailed off, referring to the Hardy boys. "I had to spend hours online to find you.

"Now, I want to explain why I've called you. Nancy has what we believe to be amnesia. This means her memories are not entirely gone. It's like having the path between her long-term memory and her brain broken in her head. We need someone who can act as a support to Nancy. Someone who can bring her some personal items maybe and watch out for her. Since she's been calling for you, we were hoping to ask you...?"

"Yes. Absolutely. I'll be there as soon as possible," Frank said as he looked at the clock next to the picture of Nancy and the Hardy boys.

"Excellent. Please come and check in with us when you arrive. We look forward to seeing you, Mr. Hardy. Goodbye," the man said before hanging up the phone. Frank tossed his phone down onto his bed and sighed. He ran his hands through his hair. Joe's expression fell into worry.

"Frank..."

"Nancy. It's Nancy. She's hurt," Frank worried.

"What? What happened?"

"She has amnesia. She can't remember anything. They said she's been...asking for me in her sleep," Frank confessed. He sighed heavily again. "She's at Chicago Hospital. They don't know what happened, but they think I might be able to help her recover her memory." Joe watched Frank try to collect his thoughts and plan his next move. He'd never seen his sibling so fidgety.

"Okay, Frank. Take it easy. You're going to catch the next flight to Chicago. I'll call Bess and explain what's going on. She's the only person I have any contact information on in River Heights. Then I'll try and get ahold of Carson. He needs to know what's going on. You just focus on getting to Nancy. I'll be there tomorrow after I wrap this case," Joe said. Frank nodded and swallowed hard.

"It's been so long since I've seen her… what about Ned? Why didn't she ask for him?" Joe held his breath. Nancy had been hesitant about telling Frank about Ned. They had broken up six months ago due to distance and the drifting apart it had caused. She didn't want to cause any discomfort between the two of them due to their past "history". Frank harbored major feelings for Nancy, and Joe and Nancy knew it. Joe knew Nancy would bring up her relationship status to Frank when she was ready.

"I think for now the only person you need to focus on is Nancy. She needs you, Frank," Joe said as he placed his hands on his older brother's shoulders. "Go save her."

"Well, the key is hidden under the rock by the door. Nancy always hated how I did that," Carson told Frank over the phone. "Whatever you think will help from the house, please take it with you. I went to see her this morning. She's…different. Just be ready for that, kiddo. I won't be able to stop by tomorrow because of this disaster of a case I'm tangled up in. I already foresee a multiple day trial coming. Oh, and feel free to leave your things in the guest room. And make yourself at home while I'm gone. You're family too, Frank," Carson carried on as Frank hauled his bag through the airport.

"I will. Thank you, Mr. Drew. I can't tell you how eager I am to see her again," Frank told him as he searched for his cab.

"Oh please Frank, call me Carson. If there's anything else you need, don't hesitate to call. I'll be home later tonight. I'll check in with you then. And thank you for dropping everything for Nancy. I'm sure you and your brother were busy when the call came in."

"No thanks needed, Mr. Dre- Carson. I know she'd do the same for me. I'll talk to you tonight."

"Alright Frank. I'll see you later. Goodbye." Frank slipped his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. He approached the cab waiting for him along the curb and opened the back door.

"How's it going?" the cabbie asked.

"Oh, I'm alright. Could you take me to 215 Appledale Dr., River Heights?" Frank asked as he tried to get comfortable in the cab.

"You got it, pal." Frank leaned his head back against the seat. Despite talking to Nancy often over the phone or via texting, he hadn't seen her since… Egypt. Since he had held her close and kissed her and called her his wife. It had been the most magical cause he'd ever taken. That night on the balcony had felt like a dream.

A whole year had gone by since Egypt, but it had felt like a decade. He still loved Nancy, and there was no hesitation about that. But Frank also knew this was a major time of healing for Nancy. What would she say when he saw her again? She couldn't remember anything… where to start?

Well, there was one thing she remembered- him. Frank began to wonder what made him stick out in her mind so much. And she had remembered his name, but what else did she remember about him, if anything? Would she recognize him?

The cab pulled up to the house he hadn't seen in a long while. Frank thanked the cabbie and paid him before gathering his luggage and stepping out of the cab. As the cab drove off, Frank gave a heavy sigh.

This was not going to be an easy journey, but for Nancy, he'd take on the world.