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Disclaimer: I don't own The Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Chapter List
- 1-Discoveries
- 2-Two
- 3-three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 10
- 11
- 12
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence
Rating: FRT
Italics indicate a flashback scene
Discoveries
Chapter 11
Biff nearly walked out of Mr. Pizza the moment he stepped through the door. Standing in the doorway, he watched the group of friends sitting at their usual table. It hadn't been very long ago that he had been a part of that happy group. All of that had changed though with Joe's announcement. His eyes swept over the people at the table, all of them had been his friends for many years. Most long enough that he couldn't remember a time without them in his life. Seeing them enjoying themselves, his eyes grew soft with memories of the good times and adventures they'd shared through the years.
His gaze came to rest on the stranger in their midst, his eyes hardening with anger. Damn him! He had no right to claim Joe. Everything had been fine until he'd come into the blond's life. Biff had no idea how this man had convinced his friend that he actually had feelings for him, but he knew it wasn't right!
"If you're going to cause trouble, leave now."
Biff turned, shaking his head. "Actually I'm trying to work up the nerve to go over there and apologize."
Tony shot him a disbelieving look. "That wasn't what it looked like."
"Oh, and what did it look like?"
"Looked like you wanted to go over there and tear Dale apart."
Biff chuckled, Tony didn't know how close to the truth he was. "Maybe, but I've missed Joe's and everybody else's friendship the last few weeks, so I won't."
"He's not a bad guy once you get to know him Biff," Tony quietly informed him.
"How can you say that after what he's done?"
Tony's eyebrow rose, "What he's done?"
"You don't really think Joe belongs with him?"
"I admit I wasn't too sure what to think about it all when Joe first told us about Dale, but now..."
"Now?"
"I can see that they genuinely love each other and while I'm still not completely comfortable with it, I don't think it's probably any of my business either."
"So you'll just turn a blind eye and let this guy ruin Joe's life?"
"I don't see it that way Biff and if you do then I wouldn't bother apologizing to Joe," Tony coldly replied. Not bothering to excuse himself, he made his way to the table where his friends were having a good time.
"Hey Tony, you better join us soon or there won't be any pizza left," Frank teased.
Tony laughed, "You think I don't know that the two bottomless pits here will eat it all?" He already had more pizza ready in the back and he knew Frank was aware of it, in spite of his teasing.
"Hey!" Chet objected.
"I'll have you know Prito that..." Joe trailed off, all traces of humor gone from his voice.
Tony instantly knew what, or rather who, Joe had spotted. "Don't let him get to you Joe."
"I don't want to cause you any trouble Tony, but I won't let him say anything out of line to either of us," Joe warned his friend.
Biff visibly flinched, if looks could kill he would have been dead several times over from the looks his friends were shooting his way. Taking a deep breath, he reminded himself that if his plan were to work he had to be close to his friends. In the meantime, he'd just have to deal with the necessary evil of being close to that piece of trash Joe thought he loved. Praying he could pull this off, he walked over to the table. "Hey guys," he gave his customary greeting.
By unspoken agreement, the others at the table let Joe take the lead. "What do you want Biff?" Joe asked.
Biff looked away to hide the anger he knew would be in his eyes at the sight of Dale rubbing Joe's back in a comforting gesture. Regaining control, he turned back to the blond. "I want to apologize to all of you," his eyes taking in the others at the table, "but especially you Joe. I had no right to act the way I did that day and ignoring you all these weeks is unforgivable. Still, I hope you can forgive me for the horrible way I behaved. Please Joe, you're the best friend I've ever had and I don't want to lose that friendship."
Joe didn't miss the way Biff looked away, but he supposed he couldn't blame the other boy for being uncomfortable. Glancing around the table, he could see that the others at the table were willing to let him make the decision. The power they were giving him touched him even as it frightened him. Uncertain as to what, if anything, he should say about that, he decided to let it go for now. Making a decision, he picked up a slice of pizza and laid it on a plate; he handed it to Biff.
Smiling broadly, Biff accepted the plate and slid into a vacant chair.
"Biff Hooper this is Dale Morris, my boyfriend," Joe introduced the two, his expression daring the other blond to say anything.
Biff didn't miss the warning note in Joe's voice as he made the introductions. Forcing himself to appear calm, he held out his hand to the other man. "Hi."
"It's nice to meet you Biff," Dale greeted. Though his words and tone were friendly enough, the tight smile on his face made it clear that he wasn't particularly happy to be meeting this friend of Joe's. He loved Joe for his ability to forgive, but remembering the nights of holding his lover when he woke from a nightmare made it impossible for him to so easily let the hurt Biff had caused fade into memory. He would though, for Joe's sake, do his best to give the man a second chance. Silently, he vowed that if Hooper ever again hurt the man Dale loved, he would make sure he lived to regret it.
Biff congratulated himself as he drove home from the mall a few hours later. Now all he had to do was wait for an opportunity to carry out his plan.
Joe was at Dale's apartment a few weeks later, as he was most nights, when his cell phone rang. "Sorry love, it's my dad," he apologized. "Hi Dad, what's up?"
"Joe I'm sorry to interrupt your evening but I need you to come home."
Joe swore his heart stopped, "What's wrong?"
"Nobody's hurt," Fenton quickly assured him. "I do need to talk to you though, please come home and bring Dale with you."
"We'll be there in a few minutes." Closing the phone, Joe turned to his lover, "Sorry but it sounds important."
"It's okay baby, we can pick up where we left off later," Dale smiled. Standing up, he pulled Joe to his feet and headed for the door.
"In a hurry?"
"Sure," Dale grinned. "The sooner we find out what your dad wants the sooner we get back to what we were doing."
Joe laughed as his lover waggled his eyebrows at him, "I like the way you think love."
"I thought you'd approve," Dale grinned.
A short time later they were walking into the house on Elm street. Joe wasn't surprised to see that Frank was already there. He wondered, again, what was going on, it couldn't be a case or his father wouldn't have asked for Dale to join them. "What's going on?" he asked his brother as he and Dale sat down on the couch.
"I don't know, Dad hasn't told me anything yet."
"You don't think it's a case do you?"
"I doubt that Joe, he wouldn't ask Dale to help him on a case," Frank pointed out, confirming Joe's thoughts. "No offense Dale."
"None taken, I'm not a detective so it makes sense he wouldn't ask for my help on a case," Dale easily responded.
"Oh good, you're here," Fenton said as he entered the room.
"It sounded serious..."
"It is," Fenton confirmed. Opening the file folder he held, he pulled out a picture and handed it to Frank.
"Who is he?" Frank asked as he passed the picture over to Joe.
"His name if Frederick Larson," Fenton replied.
"What did he do?" Joe asked.
"Ten years ago he terrorized several small towns in upstate New York. Over a three month period, nine boys turned up dead."
"Larson?" Frank asked.
"Yes, every ten days a boy went missing. Nine days later his body would turn up in his own back yard, posed in some sort of perverted way. The FBI was called in but they weren't having any luck, one of the boys came from a wealthy family."
"His family hired you," Joe supplied. He didn't need to ask, he knew that had to be the case. "When did he escape?"
"Joe?" Dale questioned. He was confused, how could his lover know the man had escaped.
"Last night, I just got the call a short time ago. As I'm sure you've already surmised Larson vowed to get revenge against me."
"And you think he'll come after us?" Frank asked, though it sounded more like a statement.
"The boys he went after were all in their late teens, most were athletic and all but one was blond."
"Of course they were," Joe snapped bitterly.
Fenton gave his son a sad smile, "I'm sorry Joe."
Joe sighed, "No, I'm sorry Dad. It's not your fault that all the psychos come after me."
"Maybe it's not, but you didn't choose to have a detective for a father."
"Dad I've always been proud of the help you give to people," Joe quietly vowed. "Now, what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to go to a safe house and hide until Larson is caught, but I know that won't be happening," Fenton quickly added before his son could protest. "I'll settle for you being extra careful and not going anywhere alone. I mean it Joe, I don't even want you going to the restroom at the mall by yourself."
"Don't you think that's a bit extreme Dad?"
"No I don't, every one of Larson's victims was taken when he was alone and a couple were snatched in broad daylight in public places. I mean it Joe or I will insist you be placed in protective custody."
"All right," Joe reluctantly agreed to the stringent requirements. "What about Frank?"
"The same rules apply to Frank, though to be honest I suspect you'll be the most likely target. There's one other restriction on you Frank, any dates with Callie will have to be doubles."
"Callie won't like that."
"I'm sure she won't, but she wouldn't be much of a deterrent to Larson should he decide to go after you."
"Yes sir, I'll let her know."
"I know this is hard on you boys, hopefully it will only be for a few days."
Thanks to the practice he'd gotten in the past few weeks, Biff was able to hide his smile when Frank and Joe told the gang the news. He certainly didn't want anything to happen to Joe, but this was the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action. "I'll call the college and tell them I can't be there until the day before classes start," Biff offered. As he had expected, the offer was immediately refused.
"You can't do that Biff," Joe was the first to object.
"Joe's right," Frank quickly agreed. "You said that they want all of the athletic scholarship award winners to arrive three weeks before the start of classes, you have to leave on schedule."
"We appreciate the offer Biff, but we're not going to let you throw away your scholarship like that."
Biff frowned, "You guys are more important than any scholarship."
Joe smiled, "Nice sentiment buddy, but you're wrong. Look this isn't the first time we've had to deal with some old case of Dad's coming back to bite us and it won't be the last. No, you go on and leave tomorrow just like you were planning," Joe firmly insisted.
"Are you sure?"
"We're sure Hooper," Frank replied for them both.
Biff sighed, "Okay, I will," he reluctantly agreed. "I want regular updates though," he sternly ordered.
"You got it," Joe smiled.
Dale listened quietly to the conversation. He wasn't sure what, but something about it didn't ring true. Give it up Morris, just because your lover is a detective doesn't mean you're any good at it, he told himself. Probably just imagining things.
"I hate to do it, but I guess if I'm going to leave in the morning I'd better get going," Biff said. Pushing himself to his feet, with obvious reluctance, he left the pizza parlor and headed home.
Dale moaned, his hand instinctively coming up to rub along the back of his skull. He winced as his fingers encountered a tender bump. What had happened? "Joe what...?" he trailed off; the memories returning with painful clarity. He staggered to his feet and stumbled to the phone. Picking it up, he began to call 911, but as if they had a mind of their own, his fingers instead dialed the Hardy home.
"Hardy residence."
Dale couldn't help the feeling of relief that washed over him when he heard Mr. Hardy's voice. "Joe's gone Mr. Hardy, I'm sorry I couldn't protect him."
Fenton's blood ran cold, "Dale, what do you mean gone?"
"He took him, I tried to stop him but I couldn't. Please Mr. Hardy you have to find him, I'm sorry, God I'm so sorry," Dale cried.
"Have you called the police?"
"No, not yet," Dale softly admitted. I'm sorry Joe, my stupidity is going to get you...no, he's gonna be okay, his dad will find him in time.
"I want you to hang up the phone and call them, Frank and I are on our way. Do you understand Dale?" Fenton asked, concerned by the fear and pain he could hear in the boy's voice.
"Yeah, call the police," Dale acknowledged the instruction. "Please hurry Mr. Hardy," he plead.
"We'll be there soon," Fenton assured him. Hanging up the phone, he hurried up the stairs to Frank's room.
The sound of the door opening tore Frank's attention from his computer monitor. Expecting to see his little brother, he had his mouth open to greet him, snapping it shut when he saw his father. One look at the older man's face was enough to tell Frank, but still he had to ask, "Joe?"
"Dale just called, Larson has him."
Frank jumped to his feet and followed his father down the stairs. Waiting impatiently for his father to tell his mother what was happening he couldn't stop the nightmare scenes that flashed through his mind. Stop it, you're not helping Joe any by letting your imagination run away with you he ordered himself.
Dale sat down on his couch, his head held dejectedly in his hands. While he waited for the police and the Hardys to arrive he couldn't help wishing he had given into Joe's pleas.
"I don't want to wait Dale," Joe whispered in his lover's ear.
Dale felt a thrill of desire wash through him; wrapping his arms more tightly around his lover, he lowered his head, kissing him deeply. Pressing the slightly smaller man back into the couch cushions, he let his hands roam over the gorgeous body beneath him as their kisses grew more heated.
"Yes, please love, take me, make love to me," Joe's breathless pleas sounded like a gunshot in the quiet apartment.
Tearing himself away from his lover, Dale sat up and moved away; he needed some distance between them. "Not like this Joe, our first time is going to be because it's the right time to take our love further."
"What makes you think it's not the right time?" Joe softly asked.
Dale flinched at the hurt he could hear in Joe's voice. "Joe I love you, please don't ever doubt that."
"But?"
"You're scared, I am too, but our first time shouldn't be a reaction to that fear."
"Maybe I'm just ready, you ever think of that?"
Dale raised an eyebrow, shooting his lover a disbelieving look.
Joe sighed, "I am ready love, but you're right too, I am reacting, at least partially, to the fear that Larson will get his hands on me. I don't want to die without ever knowing what it feels like to be claimed by the man I love."
Dale opened his arms, inviting his lover back into them. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Oh yeah," Joe smiled.
"Then you'll still be ready when this mess is over with." Joe's disappointed sigh brought a smile to Dale's face. "I promise you a night you won't forget," he whispered.
Joe tilted his face up, looking Dale in the eye, "That's a promise I'm going to hold you to love."
Dale groaned miserably as the realization that it was a promise he might not get the chance to keep sank in. It hadn't been very long after that when they headed to Joe's van. They had started down the hall when Joe suddenly slapped a hand to his neck, collapsing a moment later. He shouldn't have taken the time to catch Joe, if he hadn't he might have had the chance to protect Joe. However, instinct had taken over and he had caught his lover, lowering him gently to the floor. The last thing he remembered, before pain had exploded in his head and darkness claimed him, was the sight of a dart sticking out of Joe's neck. He had no idea how he'd ended up in his apartment, though he supposed Larson must have brought him there for some reason.
He carried the unconscious man into the place he had prepared. Dumping him on the bed, he secured his wrists and ankles with chains, insuring that there would be no escape. Running his hand down the young man's face, he resisted the urge to slap him awake. Soon, he told himself, soon I will have what I want.
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