At first, Shannon Bishop was just the babysitter. It was convenient, living in the same neighborhood as the Hendersons, but it wasn't too much of a stretch to move to the Wheelers' house or even out where the Byers family lived to watch all the boys...
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"Oh my god. I have to go home."
"No, you can't." Hopper's voice was steadfast and resolute as he rejected Nancy's idea. He peered through binoculars at the scene unfolding ahead of them– men in suits, lots of them, who were currently stripping the Wheeler's house of anything that tied their son to whatever or whoever they were investigating in boxes.
Shannon couldn't be sure, but she had a feeling she knew what this was about. She thought of Eleven, the girl with the shaved head and abnormal abilities, that had taken up residence with Mike. She wasn't sure about why the men in the suits wanted her, but the fact that they did was more than terrifying enough. Hopefully they weren't too close to actually getting hold of her.
Nancy was stubborn, refusing to be denied. "My mom, my dad are there-"
"They'll be okay," Hopper told her. When Nancy scurried around him, ready to charge right up to her house, he hurried after her and grabbed her arm. "Hey, hey, hey! Listen to me. The last thing in the world we need is for them to know you're all mixed up in this."
"But Mike is over there!" Nancy protested, upset.
"They haven't found him," Hopper promised her. "Not yet at least."
He pointed to the sky, and Shannon's jaw dropped– a helicopter. "Dear god."
Nancy was equally astounded. "For Mike?"
Hopper herded her back over to the car and shoved her back into her seat. Jonathan was squished in the middle with Shannon stuffing herself in the seat on the other side of him. Behind this car, Larry sat and waited for his daughter to rejoin him. Even if he didn't like it, he knew she needed to be part of these conversations.
"Look, we need to find them before they do," Hopper said, twisting to look into the back seat. "Do you have any idea where they might have gone?"
"What? No!"
"I need you to think," Hopper insisted.
"I don't know! I don't– I mean, we haven't talked much– at all– lately."
"Is there any place that your parents might not know about that he might go?" Joyce tried, less aggressively than Hopper.
"I don't know," Nancy said again, sounding defeated.
"I might," Jonathan said suddenly. "I don't know where he is, but I think I know how to ask him."
They made it to the Byers' residence in record time. Shannon knew for sure that they had broken at least a dozen traffic laws, but they were the police, so it had to be fine.
All six of them exited their vehicles quickly and swarmed the house. Jonathan, Joyce, and Hopper moved through the house like there was nothing to it once they opened the door, but Shannon, Nancy, and Larry all paused for a moment, staring in shock at what was left of the living room.
