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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Angst, Slash
Rating: FRT
Discoveries
Chapter 6
With the recording, the FBI was able to convince a judge to issue, not only arrest warrants but search warrants too. Once Doug and Tim were confronted with the evidence which had been collected from their homes, the two men couldn't turn on their boss fast enough. Early the next morning, in a well coordinated raid, the FBI closed in on the warehouse being used by the piracy ring. Without firing a single shot, they arrested everybody in the building, including the leader of the group.
Dale walked into the break room the next morning, surprised to find his fellow workers sitting at the table, while a stranger stood next to the door. "What's going on?"
"You are?"
Dale turned to the stern man who stood guard at the door. Taking in the three piece suit, along with the short, almost military haircut, he quickly realized this man was some type of law enforcement officer. "Dale Morris," he replied. "What's going on?" he tried again.
"Have a seat Mr. Morris," the suit replied.
Seeing that he would get no answers from this man, Dale joined the others at the table. "You guys know what's going on?"
"No talking," the suit ordered.
Dale scowled, this wasn't right. They were American citizens damn it; they had rights. Just then the door opened and one of the others was escorted from the room. "What is going on?" he asked again.
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you Mr. Morris," the suit replied.
"We have rights," Dale insisted as he stared at the stone faced man.
"Your questions will be answered Mr. Morris, when the time is right."
"Give it up Dale, we all tried," Sam Butler advised. "He won't tell you anything."
With no other choice, Dale sat back and waited. As the hours passed, the number of men in the room decreased as one by one they were escorted out. He reminded himself that this wasn't some South American country, his government wouldn't simply make people disappear. The others didn't return though, making him wonder, one by one they left, but none of them returned, until there was only Dale left in the room.
"Mr. Morris, if you'll come with me."
Dale wanted to argue, but he wanted answers more. He pushed himself to his feet and followed the suit down the hall to the executive conference room. Stepping through the door, he was surprised to see only one man waiting for him. "You gonna tell me what's going on?" he asked of the middle aged man.
"As a matter of fact I am Mr. Morris. I'm Agent Williams, I'm with the FBI," he introduced himself. "If you'll have a seat we can get started."
"What's the FBI doing here?" Dale asked as he slid into a seat.
"Mr. Morris, what is your relationship with Tim Jones?"
"Um, he's my boss," Dale replied, his confusion growing.
"Has your boss ever asked you to do anything illegal?"
Dale looked down at the table, "Not really."
Agent Williams smacked the top of the table, "Mr. Morris either he did or he didn't."
Dale jumped in his seat, his confusion quickly turning to worry. "He just gave me some under the table overtime, that's all."
"That's all?" the agent asked suspiciously.
"Yes sir."
"Did he ever tell you what was in the crates you were handling?"
"No, never."
"Didn't you wonder why he was offering to pay you cash for this overtime?"
"He said it was so the company could save money by not having to pay me double time like the union requires."
"I see." For a moment nothing was said as Williams made a few notes. "How many dvds did he give you?" he suddenly asked. All of their information was that Morris was nothing more than a patsy, but they had to cover all avenues in order to cut off any defense that might be mounted by the suspects.
"Dvds? What are you talking about? He never gave me anything except pay for the work I did."
"Thank you Mr. Morris for confirming our information."
"What information? I don't even know what's going on," Dale snapped, his frustration and fear overwhelming him.
"Your boss, Mr. Jones, was part of a dvd piracy ring. He, along with a man in the local office for Global, funneled millions of dollars worth of pirated movies through these docks. That's what he had you loading and unloading during that overtime."
"Oh man," Dale gasped, his face growing pale. He could have gone to prison, could have lost Joe... "Joe," he whispered, "I almost got him involved too." He took a steadying breath as he glanced at the agent, "Am I going to prison?"
"No, you didn't do anything illegal," he assured him. "As far as we can tell the only two with knowledge of the piracy at Global were Tim Jones and Doug Powers. It turns out the man behind the entire operation was a customs agent."
"You mean it was a fed that was doing this?"
"Yes," Agent Williams reluctantly admitted.
"Wow," Dale sat back, trying to take it all in.
"You're free to go home now Mr. Morris."
"Home? What about work?"
"This branch of Global will be closed for the next two days while we take a full inventory. However, the higher ups at Global have agreed to pay the employees for the time off."
"Well that's okay then." Pushing himself to his feet, Dale quickly left the room. His mind still reeling with shock, he headed home, relieved that he was free. As he walked a smile spread over his face, two days off, with pay? Two days that he could spend with Joe, showing him how special he was. Increasing his pace, he hurried home; he had plans to make.
Joe jumped as a knock sounded; it was too early to be Dale, but who else would be at his door? His heart raced as he realized who else it could be. His attackers had taken his wallet, what if they had come looking for him? Stop it Joe, he ordered himself. You hadn't changed the address on your license yet dummy, they don't know where you live. Slowly climbing to his feet, he walked to the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Dale, open the door gorgeous."
"Dale?" Joe immediately opened the door. "Why are you here so early?"
"Nice," Dale smirked. Brushing a gentle kiss over Joe's lips, he walked past him into the apartment. "Got the next two days off, with pay."
Joe closed the door. "How'd you manage that?"
"Well that's the bad part," Dale replied. "You remember that overtime I mentioned?" Wrapping his arm around Joe's waist, he led them to the couch, pulling the younger man down beside him.
"Yeah?"
"Turns out Mr. Jones was part of a piracy operation."
"Pirates? You've been watching too many movies Dale."
"Not those kind of pirates," Dale smiled. "He was part of a group that was pirating dvds, that's why he had me working off the books."
"So Global is breaking the law?"
"Not Global, just Mr. Jones and another guy in the office. They were working with somebody else that worked in customs," Dale explained. "Anyway, while the FBI is doing an inventory, I guess looking for dvds, everybody gets time off with pay."
Joe had grown progressively pale as Dale spoke, his tired mind taking a moment to catch up. "Did you know?" he asked, feeling sick at the thought of the older boy being a criminal.
"No, I had no idea. Are you okay baby?" Dale softly asked as he drew Joe closer. "You're awfully pale."
"I'm fine," Joe assured him as relief flooded through him, leaving him feeling shaky. "So you're not going to jail?"
"No way, have to admit I was worried about that too for a little while. It was really weird Joe. I got to work and everybody was in the break room, there was a guy in a suit guarding the door. All morning they kept taking the guys out of the room, one at a time and none of them came back. I was getting pretty scared by the time they got to me," he admitted. "I kept telling myself that the government wasn't going to make me disappear, but I was starting to wonder. Then it was my turn. They took me to the conference room; they questioned me about the overtime and Mr. Jones. Once they were convinced I didn't know anything about it, the agent told me what was going on and told me I could go home."
"I'm glad you didn't know," Joe whispered. "I'd hate for my first boyfriend to be a criminal," he teased.
"First and last I hope," Dale returned, a thrill shooting through him at Joe's words. Bending his head, he nuzzled against Joe's neck, spending the next few minutes just enjoying the chance to hold the younger man in his arms. "I want to take you out to dinner baby," he whispered in Joe's ear.
Joe sighed, he couldn't believe how good it felt to be in Dale's arms. It was a moment he wished would never end. "Tonight?"
"If you're up to it," Dale confirmed, nibbling on his ear.
"That depends," Joe grinned.
"On what?"
"Am I on the menu?"
Dale smiled, "Oh no baby, you're not dinner...you're dessert."
Joe shivered, the desire he could hear in Dale's voice bringing a blush to his face and warm pleasure to his soul. "Dinner," he squeaked, blushing harder as he cleared his throat. "Dinner sounds good," he tried again.
"That has got to be one of the sexiest things I've ever seen," Dale moaned.
"Excuse me?"
"You blushing, I never knew a blush could be so sexy." Dale couldn't help chuckling as Joe's blush deepened. "I made a reservation for seven."
"Reservation?"
"Yeah, at Cafe Condesa."
"Are you sure you can afford that?"
Dale smiled, "You're sweet, but it's not that expensive and I want to celebrate the fact that I'm not going to jail."
"Sounds like a good reason to celebrate," Joe agreed. "It's only one-thirty so what are we going to do to pass the time?" he teased.
"Oh I'm sure we can think of something," Dale murmured against Joe's neck. As he nuzzled the younger man's neck, he slowly moved his hand under Joe's shirt. Feeling the slight trembling beneath his hand, he immediately drew back. "I'm sorry baby," he quickly apologized.
"Are you sure you want to wait for me?" Joe quietly asked. He felt awful that he couldn't give Dale what he wanted, but he was so new to this and he'd only ever had two girlfriends in his whole life.
"I'll wait for you until the end of time gorgeous," Dale assured him.
Joe grinned, a wicked twinkle lighting his eyes. "Well hopefully it won't be quite that long," he teased.
"Hopefully," Dale agreed with a smile. "Maybe later, after you're healed up, you'll go dancing with me?"
"I'd love to go dancing with you, but who leads?"
"Well I usually lead, but we could take turns."
"Usually? And just how many men have you taken dancing Romeo?"
"Jealous?"
"Should I be?"
"Nope, and I haven't actually taken very many dancing. I do like to dance though, so I go out to the clubs on the weekends and dance, at least I did."
"It's okay Dale, I was just teasing. What you did before you met me is your business. As far as that goes, we haven't said we're exclusive or anything."
"Well I'm saying it now, I don't want anybody else," he vowed.
"Good," Joe smiled as he snuggled into Dale's embrace, "neither do I."
ONE MONTH LATER:
Joe smiled as he got ready for work, his thoughts on tomorrow and where he'd be then. Without the promised overtime, he had found it more and more difficult to keep up with the bills. He never had been able to make up for that week he'd lost due to the mugging. Last night, with the first of the month looming, he had finally accepted Dale's invitation and agreed to move in with him. He had to admit, it did make sense. They already spent most of their time together, he might as well move into Dale's extra bedroom and save them both some money. He had a feeling, though, that he wouldn't be in that room for long. He was no longer as unsure of what he wanted and, though he'd never been with a man, he knew that he could trust Dale to take good care of him. The older boy would cut off his arm before he hurt him, that much Joe was sure of.
Dale grinned as he walked to work. He didn't know how he was going to get through the workday. At least it was Friday, he and Joe would be able to enjoy the weekend alone as they got used to living together. God it was going to be great, Dale's grin grew wider. The past month had been the best in his life. Spending every evening with Joe, sometimes just watching television and eating popcorn; other times going out dancing. As he'd known it would be, dancing with Joe was like floating on clouds, the younger man fitting into his arms as if he'd been made for them. From the first dance, they'd moved around the floor so seamlessly that those watching probably thought they'd practiced for weeks. The nights he had spent holding Joe in his arms as he slept had been the best. Dale didn't care that all they did was kiss and cuddle before falling asleep, with Joe it was more than enough. He was a man though, and yes he wanted more, but, unwilling to push his lover, he would wait until Joe was ready.
Frank Hardy blinked back the tears as he looked at the calendar on his wall. A month, and Joe still had no idea who he really was. Worse, he was continuing to date Dale. Man, Frank shook his head, Joe was going to be mortified when his memory came back. He knew what the doctor had said about forcing Joe to remember, but he couldn't just let his baby brother continue living this lie. He had to find a way to stop it before Joe did something he would regret for the rest of his life. With renewed determination to bring his brother home, Frank shook off his momentary melancholy as he left his apartment for work.
"What is with that guy?" Dale asked.
Joe looked in the direction Dale was turned, "What do you mean?"
"He's always looking at you, and he comes out here a lot more often than he needs to."
"Jealous Romeo?" Joe teased.
"Worried is more like it gorgeous," Dale grimly replied, turning away from watching the other man.
Joe sobered, "He's really bothering you, isn't he?"
"I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"He's not gonna hurt me," Joe assured his lover.
"I love you Joe, but you're still awfully naïve when it comes to life in the city." Dale turned to the blond, his expression serious, "Promise me that you won't ever be alone with him."
"I promise love, but I don't think you need to worry."
"I hope you're right."
"So, you have that spare room ready for me?" Joe asked, deciding a change in subject was needed.
"Yep, you all packed?" Dale grinned.
"Sure am," Joe smiled. Glancing around, to be sure they were alone, he leaned closer. "Maybe after we get everything moved, we can celebrate lover," he whispered.
"You're a cruel man Joe Harris," Dale groaned. "How am I supposed to get through the day now?" He smiled, enjoying the show as Joe shot him a wicked smile and walked away.
Hidden around the corner, Frank had maneuvered himself into position just in time for Joe's question about the spare room. Though he couldn't hear the words his brother whispered into Dale's ear, judging by the other man's reaction he was sure Joe was about to take a step he would surely regret later. He had to stop him, had to find a way to force Joe's real memories to return, Frank thought as he walked away. With his mind on his little brother, he didn't notice what was happening around him. A shouted warning came from his side at the same moment he heard the unmistakable sound of a snapping cable. Looking up, he froze for precious seconds as the large crate fell towards him. Before he could shake off his shock, a body slammed into him. As the darkness claimed him, the last thing he heard was a terrified voice calling his brother's name.
Joe saw the guy from the office walking across the dock, obviously lost in thought. He saw the crate swinging directly over the man, and then the cable snapped. With no consideration for his own safety, he called out a warning even as he rushed forward to shove the other man from beneath the falling crate.
Dale watched in horror as the man he loved rushed forward, shoving the other man out of harms way. Terrified, he screamed Joe's name as both men went down the crate hitting the dock at the same moment.
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