New case worker?
Chapter Two:
"When do the damn visits stop?" Kevin asks Ian, and he shrugs.
"When the asshole files a report saying he believes that we are absolutely not faking it. My best guess, in like three years." Ian laughs.
"Lana says he's into you." Kevin laughs.
"Gross man. I'd rather fuck...well you." Ian laughs as Kevin's face goes still.
"Shit...You know you want this. I'm a fantastic lay, man." Kevin jokes and Ian shakes his head. "Shit, I think we got a problem. That looks like the guy that was sniffing around here in the first place." Ian stills a little and turns only slightly, and sure enough.
"Fuck that's Harris, the INS guy. Do me a favor, call Lana, like now. I convinced her to go out." He says and Kevin nods and walks to the back.
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Okay, it was official. The guy got less appealing the more he drank. He was no longer even the least bit subtle. He wishes Lana would hurry the fuck up. The guy had him cornered against the bar and he was flirting if that's what you would call it. Ian was trying to figure out what this guys game was. Was he trying to trip Ian up? Or was he seriously that gross. Ian wondered how he had ever been into guys who acted like this. He found himself wishing Mickey were here to punch this asshole in the face and he shook his head because where the fuck did that come from?
“Hey, baby…sorry, I'm late.” Lana purred sliding in next to Ian and wrapping her arm around his shoulder. “What are you doing with my husband?” She bites at Harris.
“Just keeping him company…” He slurred. And Ian rolled his eyes.
“He's not interested.” She says glaring.
“How would you know? Think he's really that into you huh? You don't have me fooled Ian, you might have her fooled into thinking you're into women now, but I know…” He says.
“First of all, if my husband was going to stray he would at least have some taste. Please.” She says rolling his eyes.
“Oh yeah? And what taste would that be?” He asks curiously.
“Mm. Twenty years younger for starters, and a lot less creepy. Now back off.”
“I'd watch how you speak to the man that has your life in his hands,” Harris growls.
“And I'd watch how you speak to my wife. Look. I'm not interested. And I'm married.” Ian says crossing his arms.
The man steps towards him like he's going to do something but Kevin stops him and tells him to leave. “This isn't over. I know you're faking it and I'm going to prove it.”
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Sadly for men like Harris, they really didn't understand who they were messing with. Svetlana Milkovich, now Gallagher wasn't really someone you wanted to fuck with. So it was no surprise to Ian that it took all of 24 hours before Harris had been taken off their case and probably fired, most likely fired. Harris had figured they'd report him, what he hadn't expected was for an angry Russian woman to show up at the INS office in tears, yelling about how Harris tried to hit her son. And for good measure, Yevgeny crying to the agents confirming the story sure helped. The public threat helped.
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“The next one could be worse.” Ian sighs.
“As long as this one doesn't try to sleep with one of us, I'd call it a win.” Lana laughs and he laughs with her. “I'm taking Yev to see Mickey today. You come?” She asks.
“Not this time. Have your family time. I can't see him today.” He says sadly.
“You still love him.” She states and he sighs.
“What's it matter? If we're lucky he's locked up for 8 years. And that's plenty of time for him to realize I was a shit boyfriend.”
“You both were. Somehow you managed to be perfect anyway.” And Ian smiles at her and hugs her.
“Thank you, Lana.” He says.
“You come next time then. After we feel out this new asshole.” She says and he nods.
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The day came a few days later. It wasn't like they hadn't expected it. But Ian was nervous. He wanted this to work. To keep Lana and Yev here, with him. He needed to do this for Mickey and he was committed to it. It was the only way he knew how to apologize to Mickey for all the shit and show him that he was better, he wasn't the same asshole that left him.
Lana answers the door and there stands a woman. Beautiful in her own right but completely professional, with a straight face. Lana ushers her in and they sit down. Yev is placed on Ians lap cooing up at him,
“Mr. And Mrs. Gallagher.” She greets. “And who is this handsome young man.” The woman says kindly.
“This is Yevgeny. Lana’s son,” Ian answers her.
“He seems to be fond of you.” She observes.
“Ian has been there since he was born,” Lana says honestly looking over at the boys with affection. There were some things, like this that didn't require any faking.
“I see. Your file says you were involved with the boy's father?” She asks curiously.
“Yes. In the past, as we explained to the last agent, we both have been with members of the same sex as well as the opposite but that's in the last. We are together now.” Lana answers for him.
“I see.” She says.
She asks basic questions and nods every so often, not giving anything away. And finally, she folds her hands.
“I'm going to be completely honest with you. I don't expect you to respond, in fact I’m asking you not to. Responding, either way, will not help you in any way, and it could hurt you. So let me speak.” She says and they nod. Dread filling Ian.
“I believe that you Svetlana are honest in the fact that you may be interested in men and women but I do not for one second believe that Mr. Gallagher holds the same feelings about his sexuality. In fact, to me, it seems that you are very much still in love with your ex.”
“I…” He starts and she held up her hand.
“Let me finish. I do believe this is a house full of love, love, and repeat and while I don't believe that is a romantic love that is supposed to be held between a husband and wife, it is an affection, not even most married couples do hold. I am not in the practice of being a bitch or trying to separate families unless I have no choice. This is obviously a family. And I respect that. My report will be filed and you will stay married and here in this house. I will visit twice a month, and you will always appear to be a happy and United family. As I said, just because there is no romantic love here, doesn't make the love in this house any less memorizing or valid,” she says.
“Thank you,” is all Ian says.
“However let me be clear. It is still very much my job, to send Mrs. Gallagher back to Russia at any sign that this is not a real marriage. I trust that I will never find evidence or any confessions to the contrary of what will be in my report and a suggestion, public dates, every couple needs those sometimes, keeps the romance alive and the witnesses help. And sharing the intimate details of your relationship with anyone who doesn't already know them, probably not a good idea” she says as she stands up and Lana and Ian look at each other in shock. Was this woman real?
“I…well thank you for your time miss…”
“Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me. Gabriella Shultz.” And she smiles brightly and nods. “I must get going, you two behave yourselves.”
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Over the next few weeks, Svetlana and Ian discuss a lot and decide that if they were going to do this, they were doing it. So they kept to themselves, a little, they went out to take Yevgeny places, and when they were home behind closed doors, they were friends, roommates, and parents, they talked about everything, especially Mickey. Ian opened up and told her pretty much every detail of their relationship. he talked to her about how much he still loved the man, and he cried for his relationship that he once had and he told her about his regrets, how much he used to hate her, and she, in turn, talked about her life, life in Russia and why she didn't want to go back, she talked about her life now and her son, and even about Mickey and how different he was now. She talked to him about everything, and they were quickly becoming best friends, more from circumstances. and when they walked out the doors, they were a couple, the only person that knew that they weren't was Mickey, and Mickey wasn't anywhere near because he was stuck in his own hell.
Right now they were headed out the door to go over and deal with the Gallagher's. It would be fun....actually it would the exact definition of hell, as Svetlana saw it. "Mickey had one thing right, family dinners? The fuck. I should break him out right now, just so he can sit through this shit for me. Worse than prison." She groans.
"not that bad, just be nice, hold my hand, and tell my family how in love with me you are." and she chuckles.
"mhm. This is going to go well. I turned gay boy, he now likes vagina, even if it scares the hell out of him." She says before they actually walk out the door and he glares at her as her son chuckles in his arms. He just holds out his hand and shakes his head.
"Behave, please." He groans. He wants to just tell his family. because they were giving him hell, and they knew something was up, but he didn't know what to say. He loved them, but he didn't know how they would react. In all honesty, he knew they would figure it out, because, well he was gay, there was no, maybe about that shit, and they all knew that especially Lip and Fiona. He and Lip had plenty of conversations about his sexuality when he first came out to him, so there was no way in Hell Phillip Gallagher was falling for this shit and he knew that his family knew about his love for Mickey and Yev, and that would be the kicker, if they figured out immigration was on their asses, I wouldn't even take a hint other than that, they would know. But he honestly didn't care, as long as they kept their mouths shut, which they would, but the lecture. That is what he didn't want to deal with.
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“Ready?” Lana asks Ian as they step up to the Gallaghers house.
“Fuck no.” He says as he knocks on the door for the first time in his life.