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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Slash, Angst
Rating: FRT
Discoveries
Chapter 5
Joe sat in his apartment the next day, trying to relax. "How can I rest when I don't know how I'm gonna pay the bills?" he mumbled to himself. It was easy for that doctor to say don't work for a week, he wasn't the one who had to worry about rent and food. At least he'd been able to talk Dale into going to work, no point in them both ending up homeless. Thoughts of Dale brought a smile to his face. Boy, he was really falling for the older man and fast. It felt so good to have somebody care about him, he just hoped nothing happened to mess it up.
Tim Jones walked into the locker room, "How's Joe?"
"Sore, but he's going to be okay," Dale smiled. "He's home resting like the doctor ordered and hating every minute of it."
"Well you tell him to enjoy it while it last and as soon as he's able, he's still got a job."
"That'll make him feel better, I know he's worried about it. Hey Tim, do you think Joe could maybe get in on some of that overtime work?"
"I don't know Dale, what if he's working for the city?"
"He's not, I'm sure of it."
Tim thought it over, he liked the kid and didn't mind giving him some help, but if he were working undercover... "Let me check him out and I'll get back to you."
"Thanks Tim."
Frank forced himself to continue his assignment, in spite of the fact that he wanted nothing more than to watch over his little brother. At least, since Joe couldn't work for the next week, he wouldn't have to worry about the younger boy during the day so much. The problem was going to be keeping an eye on him at night, without Joe knowing it.
"How's your old man?" Doug asked as soon as he walked in.
"He's fine," Frank snapped, staying in character.
"Still on his bad side?" Powers smirked.
"The old bastard figured I was only there to impress him," Frank replied.
"That's too bad," Doug offered insincere sympathy.
"Sure it is," Frank scoffed. "You probably think it's funny. The rich kid who suddenly has to work for a living. Can't afford the things I'm used to, hell I can barely afford to eat decent meals."
Doug's interest rose as Frank's tirade continued, "You interested in making some extra money?"
Frank's eyes lit up, "How?"
"I got a little sideline going here, after hours."
"Sideline?" Frank questioned suspiciously. "You aren't talking about drugs are you? I don't want any part of something like that."
"No man, no drugs. I just arrange to have a little extra cargo loaded onto some of the ships, or sometimes off-loaded."
"What kind of cargo?"
"Well Frank, that's on a need to know basis and you don't need to know."
Frank pretended to think it over, he couldn't afford to look too enthusiastic. "What would I have to do?"
Doug grinned, looked like their patsy was going to fall for it. "Not much, just make sure the paperwork is in order. Stamp it with a customs seal, sign the orders with different names."
"Doesn't sound hard, why don't you do it yourself?"
"I am Frank, but we don't want all the signatures to look the same, do we? Besides, I thought you could use the help, but if you don't want in that's fine. Just forget I said anything," Doug concluded, turning back to his work.
"I didn't say that, I just wondered. How much would I make?"
"I'll have to talk that over with my partner, but I imagine we could cut you in for a pretty good piece." Doug stood up and headed for the docks, "I'll be right back."
Frank waited for him to get out of sight. Jumping to his feet, he quickly followed after him. Patting his pocket, he assured himself that the miniature parabolic microphone was still there. Frank sure didn't want to miss the opportunity to gather evidence that would get Dale away from his brother. Hearing Doug's voice up ahead, he sidled up to the corner and carefully aimed the small microphone towards the voices. Fortunately he didn't need to turn on the voice activated recorder it was connected to.
"Hey Tim, you got a minute?"
"What's up Doug?"
"I talked to Simmons, he wants in?"
"Sweet, and he doesn't know what we're smuggling?"
"Nope, I don't think he cares either, as long as it's not drugs. It's just like I told you, he only cares about the money, he'll make the perfect patsy for my end of the operation."
"Great, and I've got Dale Morris set to take the fall on the other side. Gonna get his boyfriend in on it too," Tim grinned.
"How's that?"
"Dale asked me this morning if Joe could get in on some of the overtime, since he can't work for the next week. I told him I needed to check the kid out and I'd get back to him."
"You think he might be part of the investigation we were warned about?"
"Maybe, I doubt it though. He's just a kid, barely eighteen, but I'm gonna check him out before I say yes. Either way we'll have people to take the fall if the feds get too close."
"Yeah," Doug smiled. "The boss will like that, and neither one of them knows a thing so they won't be able to squeal. So how much do you think I should offer Simmons, don't want to look desperate and scare him off."
"Offer him an extra two thousand a week," Tim quickly decided.
Doug nodded, "Got it and we better get back to work."
Hearing steps coming his way, Frank quickly made his way to the restroom and waited a full ten minutes before returning to the office. He wished he had time to listen to the tape now, but he couldn't chance somebody walking in on him. It'd just have to wait for after work and if all went well Dale Morris would soon be out of his brother's life.
Doug scowled as Frank walked back into the office. "Where have you been?"
Frank's eyebrow shot up, "Been to the restroom, you writing a book?"
"No, but we got work to get done." Damn Powers, chill out, you're getting paranoid, he cautioned himself. As soon as Frank took his seat, Doug rolled his chair over to him. "I can offer you two grand a week," he whispered conspiratorially.
"Two grand? Not bad, I assume that can go up later?"
"Sure kid, you do a good job and we can probably arrange for a raise."
"Cool," Frank grinned.
A knock on the door woke Joe from a restless sleep. Glancing at the clock, he had a pretty good idea who it was. Climbing out of the bed, he walked to the door, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Dale replied.
"Me who?" Joe teased.
"Aww come on gorgeous, you know who it is," Dale playfully whined. He grinned as the door swung open, "I don't believe it."
Joe shot him a puzzled look, "What?"
"You're even gorgeous with bed head," Dale teased. His grin widened as the younger man blushed, he loved making Joe blush. "Can I come in?"
"I don't know," Joe pretended to sulk.
"Please, I'll be good," Dale pouted.
"I guess," Joe reluctantly gave in, stepping aside and letting the other man in.
"You feeling okay baby?" Dale asked, turning serious.
"Sore, but better," Joe replied. "Been sleeping most of the day."
"Good, it's probably what you need."
"I guess, but it's gonna be a boring week if that's all I do," Joe complained.
"Maybe the news I have will help." Wrapping his arm around Joe, he led him to the couch pulling him down beside him.
Joe snuggled against him, "News?"
"I talked to Tim, first of all you still have a job when you get done with your little vacation."
"That's a relief and second?"
"Second?" Dale pretended not to understand.
"You said first, that usually means there's a second."
"He's gonna see if he can get you some of the overtime I told you about, no promises though."
"That's great Dale," Joe grinned. "I sure hope he can, I could really use the extra money."
"Joe, can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"I know it's not much, but I do have an extra bedroom and..."
"No," Joe quickly interrupted. "I'm sorry Dale, it's just too soon to think about moving in with you."
"I didn't mean like that Joe, not that I wouldn't love to wake up every morning with you in my arms." Dale grinned as a blush instantly grew on the younger man's cheeks.
"What did you mean then?"
"I meant if things get too tight you're welcome to share my place."
Joe smiled, kissing him lightly, "Thank you."
"You're welcome gorgeous," Dale smiled. "I wish I could give you a real kiss," he whispered, his finger lightly tracing over Joe's lips.
"Me too," Joe sighed, "but I don't suppose it'd feel too good right now."
The moment work had ended, Frank had made his way uptown to where his father was staying. "I got it," he announced as soon as Fenton opened the door.
"That was quick," Fenton remarked, obviously impressed.
"Powers offered me a way to make some extra money, helping with phony paperwork for the dvds."
"That's a start Frank, but we need more to bring him and Dale in for questioning," Fenton pointed out.
Frank frowned, did his father think he didn't know that? "I have more Dad."
"Oh?"
"I asked him about the money and he said he had to talk to his partner. I followed him and I've got them on tape," he informed the older detective with a triumphant smile.
"Have you listened to it yet?"
"No, I didn't want to chance it at work," Frank replied. Pulling the digital recorder from his pocket, he quickly set it up and hit the play button. In shock, he listened as Doug spoke, not to Dale Morris, but to the dock foreman Tim Jones. "This doesn't change anything, Dale is still involved, you heard Tim say so."
Fenton shook his head, "I heard him Frank, Dale is an innocent victim, a patsy."
"He knows he's doing something wrong, I mean they can't be paying him for the work as part of his regular paycheck. He's got to know that's illegal," Frank insisted.
Fenton listened to his oldest, a worried expression on his face. It wasn't like Frank to behave this way. Certainly Dale might be wrong to break union rules, but the young man was only trying to pay his bills and Fenton couldn't fault him for that. Usually Frank would understand that; he would surely never advocate condemning somebody for it. "Frank what's going on son?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've never seen you so quick to judge, especially over something as petty as this."
"It's illegal," Frank insisted.
"Only if he doesn't declare it on his taxes," Fenton countered. "Otherwise, it only breaks union rules and we both know that sometimes those rules hurt the very people they're supposed to help."
"I guess," Frank mumbled.
"So, what's going on?"
"Nothing," Frank denied. What was the use of telling his father anyway, he wouldn't believe him. "So now what?"
Fenton wisely decided to drop the subject for now, but he made a mental note to return to it later. "We haul Powers and Jones in for questioning, use the recording to convince them to talk and find out who is behind this operation."
"What about Joe? If we close the case there's no reason for me to keep working there and then who is going to watch out for him?"
Fenton stared at his son, he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of that. "You're right son, I wasn't thinking. I'll talk to the office manager in the morning, explain the situation. I'm sure we can arrange for you to stay on until Joe regains his memory."
"Good, cause I'm not coming home until Joe does," Frank vowed.
Fenton nodded, he wasn't surprised by the declaration. "In the meantime, let's go talk to the agent in charge of the case and have our suspects brought in for questioning."
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