Alright, admission #1 (of who knows how many to come) I have never written a 'fanfic' before, so I'd appreciate any reviews, advice, smiley faces, whatever you all do to encourage each other. But most of all, I'd just like you to enjoy this story! I know it's not the most profound stuff out there, and it's not meant to be. If you want an adventure/angst/tiny bit of romance, go ahead and read and let me know what you think!

Also, I don't own anything whatsoever with regard to the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew (except I do own a copy of a couple of the books, but I don't think that really counts for anything :)

Prologue

"Boss, the call went through."

The man holding the phone let out a stream of obscenities, holding the sleek piece of metal away from his face. When he returned to the call, his voice was composed.

"What happened?"

"We thought he was dead, but the drug hadn't fully kicked in yet. He got the phone call through then died shortly after."

"Did he say anything?"

"We're not sure. He might have died before he was able to speak."

There was a silence.

"I'm sorry Boss, it won't happen again. We're not making that mistake again."

"You better not."

"I'll make sure it gets covered up, honest." The voice on the other side became slightly more frantic.

"Alright. I'm leaving it up to you. But if they aren't out of the picture soon..."

"You got it, Boss."

"And I mean completely out. I don't want press coverage or investigation on their deaths- it's got to be a flawless accident."

"I understand."

"Good." The man snapped the cell phone closed, straightened his tie and walked out.