Hello...
Where is he...
It had been hours since Lip, Mandy and Mickey had gone out in search of Ian. The one thing they had forgotten about was checking Ians belongings. Ian knew that eventually Mandy and Lip would attempt to try finding him, he had banked on that being the case. He knew that neither of them would tell the rest of his family what was happening.
It was 2am, and the party had died out, Ian sneaked in to get all his stuff. He was lucky, the house was completely and unnaturally silent - all asleep. He felt like he was trespassing, dancing on someones grave... It was wrong even being back here knowing what he was doing to them, this was the last time he would see this place. Since it was dark outside he had difficulty seeing, keeping the lights off so as not to wake anyone - but he knew that he didn't deserve to see it.
Moving quickly, he managed somehow to silently grab all his things without waking up Fiona. Carl, Liam and Debbie could sleep through a bomb, but he knew she would be on the look out to make sure he got back safely. He had been spending more and more time away at night, and combined with the fact that she was celebrating more than anyone else Ian liked his chances.
Suddenly, he heard the door downstairs open, the kitchen light went on, but not the living room. For a moment he wondered who it was, but it didn't take long for the guilt to come; like listening in on your own funeral.
"We've a couple more hours, but I think our best chance is to get him there." Lip logically stated. He had expected his brother back, he was surprised that he hadn't gone straight to bed though.
"We gotta keep looking, he's gotta be somewhere. By the way, what do you think he meant when he said 'I found a way around that'? What can he do?" Mandy said, he found it strange that she seemed just like her brother. Didn't want to tell Ian what he thought to his face, but deep down more concerned than his own brother.
"Well, he's passed all the entry tests, Collins said the only other thing he needs is photo ID. But he's probably already got that..." Mickey said, deflated. He thought he knew Gallagher better than he knew himself, he did. He found Gallaghers phone, the SIM card smashed too, sat next to an empty whiskey bottle.
"Is everyone asleep? Should we tell them?" Mandy stated, Ian knew that they were about to find out how much stealth Ian had. At the noise of the fridge opening and beer bottles clattering against each other, Ian moved silently to the front door, opened it and stood there.
"What if we don't find him?" That simple question silenced them all momentarily, like watching a car crash and being completely unable to do anything about it. Stunned.
Lip had gone upstairs, put the lights on and discovered that Ian had been and gone. "Fuck! Shit!" He screamed from upstairs, somehow not waking anyone. Ian was correct in thinking that he wouldn't need to worry about making noise, but glad he took no chances. As he pounced down the stairs, Mandy and Mickeys eyes locked, they knew what this meant.
"He's gone." With that Mickey ran out the house with a bottle of vodka, half empty. With that Gallagher ran out on them all, he knew the one place they wouldn't look. He needed to get some rest, he would sleep behind enemy lines.