So... If you didn't notice, I'm back!

Didn't you miss me?

A couple notes on this story. I will be updating every three days (as in update, day, day, update) This will give me a little more time so I can do my best to give you all consistent updates! Also, I know nothing about agent training programs. I've done some research, but obviously there isn't that much info on those types of things. So bear with me there! Feel free to give me suggestions or ask any questions!

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Well, let's get down to the story. This first chapter will be laying down some ground work. Frank is 19 and Nancy and Joe are 18.

An important note is that in this series, the Hardys and Drews do not know each other.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys.

"I'll be fine." A slim strawberry blonde young woman stood in a room empty except for a bunk bed.
"I know, I just…" A handsome older man pulled her into a hug. "I'll always worry about you, Nancy. I always have." A faint smile showed on his face. "Heck, with some of the close calls you've had, I have a right to worry."

"I guess you have a point, Dad," Nancy smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry to make you worry. But I do always pull through." She put down her suitcase and looked around at the small little room with the slightly faded light blue wall paper. One window brought in a beam of sunshine, creating a pool of light on the wooden floor. "I can't believe I've finally made it here."

"Yes." Carson Drew's expression sagged slightly.

He was as proud as any father could be that his daughter had been accepted into an elite agent training program. But he knew a restless, danger filled life would follow an agent. It wasn't his decision to make, but he wasn't sure that was the path he would choose for his daughter. However, he had talked Nancy through the choice, and knew she had thought thoroughly about this decision. Granted, she was a little young to be deciding her future, but Carson knew his daughter had to make her own way. Attempting to create a path for her would only cause her to go the opposite direction.

Still, the house was going to be so empty without his bright flame of life.

"Dad! Don't look so sad!" Nancy's voice jerked him out of his thoughts. "You'll come visit me right? And I'll be home for all the holidays," she promised.

"You better!" Carson shook himself out of his depressed mood and put a smile on. "Hannah will be cooking up a storm."

"Of course I'll be there." Nancy glanced at her watch. "Dad, you're going to miss your flight."

Carson checked his watch as well. This was the moment he had been dreading for a long time.

Letting his little girl go.

They walked side by side out of the dorm, to the lawn where a taxi was waiting.

"Bye Dad," Nancy gave him a tight hug, which he reciprocated, wrapping his arms securely around her.

"Call me all the time. I want to hear everything. And don't let those boys get all over you."

"Dad!" Nancy protested. Carson's blue eyes sparkled.

"I'll miss you." Carson pressed his lips to her strawberry blonde hair.

"I love you, Dad," Nancy told him.

"I love you too." Carson reluctantly stepped away. She smiled and raised her hand in a wave as he got into the taxi. Then the cab pulled away, into the street, and she quickly lost sight of it. She let her hand, still raised in a wave, fall to her side.

I'm finally here! Nancy smiled and turned to go into the dorm.

"Can someone tell me again why I have to share a room with Mr. Neat-Freak?" Joe Hardy complained to nobody in particular. Frank Hardy, the older of the two, ignored him and glanced down at the piece of paper he was holding. A bystander might have been confused to find that the two young men were brothers. Joe was built more sturdily, with blond hair and bright blue eyes, while Frank was leaner with dark brown hair and eyes. However, anybody would admit both were undeniably handsome.

"Come on, we're in the Jack Reinston Dorm," Frank looked up, taking in the sturdy brick building. A group of girls walked by, quickly catching Joe's attention.

"Whoa, ladies, can I get some names?" Joe stopped, swinging his bag over his shoulder, showing off the considerable muscle of his arm. One of the girls giggled, a brunette with large dark eyes. Joe winked at her.

"I'm Tori Callister," she told him with a blush.

"Carly Stevens," a blonde girl told him, fiddling with her bag, staring daggers at the brunette.

"I'm Joe Har… Ouch!" Joe was cut off as a hand grabbed his arm and dragged him away. "Frank!"

"Can we please find our dorm room and flirt later?" Frank pulled his brother up the steps towards the door.

"I wasn't flirting, I was getting to know some people," Joe protested, trailing after Frank as they stepped into the building. He paused and lowered his voice. "Do you think everyone here is for the training program?"

"I doubt it. It's supposed to be pretty small so that it can give specialized training." Frank paused. "Besides, they train for other things here, such as coders, hackers, medics… all that."

"Glad we can go in as partners," Joe said, uncharacteristically serious. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"We're a team," Frank smiled, clapping his brother on the back. It wasn't often that Joe thanked him, and to be honest he was a little touched. It wasn't the easiest decision to make, to wait a year for Joe to graduate so they could enroll in the training program together. But they had always been a team, and both wanted to continue their career that way. They both knew they complimented each other well.

And the extra year hadn't been too bad, Frank reflected. He had been able to help out his dad with cases, as well as enroll in several college classes, including Chinese, Spanish, and forensics.

"Ah. Here we are," Frank looked at the wooden door in front of him, with the dulled metal numbers. 118.

"Home sweet home!" Joe unlocked the door and dragged his bag in. They both stopped and looked at the small dorm room, bare except a bunk bed. "We have to share this?" Joe pulled a face.

"Trust me, I'm not thrilled about this either," Frank told him, stepping in after him.

"Where am I supposed to take the girls?" Joe grinned, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. Frank covered his face with his hands.

"Please. Whatever you do. Do not. Bring. Them. Here," he pleaded. "I do not want to hear you making out. Ever."

"I don't know Frankie, this could go either way. How am I supposed to know that you're not going to bring a hot babe back here?" Joe teased with a charming smile, raking a hand through his blond hair.

"We're here to learn, not 'pick up chicks'," Frank emphasized, grabbing his sweatshirt and starting out of the room.

"Yeah, but who said we can't do both?" Joe asked, following close behind.

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