[ WP ] One day you come upon a pair of headphones . You soon realise that you 're able to the hear the world through someone else 's ears by looking at them with the headphones on , including their thoughts . What do you do ?

# The Detective 
 
 `` You're kidding me, are n't you?'' Jackson sighed as he placed his thumb and middle finger on his temple, rubbing as though it would soothe the headache that was slowly reverberating his skull. 
 
 He was told that Detective Knight could solve any case. He was the top of his class and every time a new case popped up on his desk, it would be solved within the week. If only, Jackson thought, Knight would be less eccentric. And infuriating. 
 
 `` I work better with music. It gets the gears moving better.'' Knight smirked, winking at the flabbergasted detective. 
 
 `` I get that. That's normal. What ai n't normal is you putting on a pair of headphones when you're interrogating a suspect!'' It came out louder than he had expected. Truth be told, Jackson could n't be all that mad at Knight. He got results, and by having him as a partner for the last week, they'd successfully broke into a drug ring in downtown New York, caught themselves not one, but three of the prime suspect's accomplices. Now, one of them sat in the chair in interrogation room # 2. 
 
 Jackson just hated how much he did n't adhere to the rules or, for some reason, completely disregarded protocol. 
 
 `` Trust me, I have this under control.'' He nodded. `` Let's start.'' Jackson signaled for the cameras to start rolling. 
 
 `` Keep your mic on Knight. We need him to confess.'' 
 
 `` Try to keep the mic off me.'' He smiled. Walking into the desolate room, save for a man in his mid-thirties, already balding and eyes red from what he could only conclude was an intense session of crying ( or being high the night before ), Knight placed his black, brand-less headphones onto the desk. 
 
 `` Trevor?'' Knight inquired, trying to start the conversation going. 
 
 `` I ai n't saying anything.'' He replied, trying his best to look away. He's been in an interrogation room before, Knight noted. The two-way mirror has been the subject of his infrequent stares for the past few minutes. 
 
 `` That's alright. I'm not impatient I can wait. But,'' Knight stop mid-sentence, his hands swiftly picking up the headphones and wearing it snugly on his head. `` You'll talk eventually.'' 
 
 Trevor scoffed. 
 
 The room was immediately silenced. Nothing but faint whispers could be heard, and the creaky fan that filled the silent space made not a sound. Knight closed his eyes, trying to concentrate. He'd done it before but it took immense focus to harness the power of the headphones to suit his needs. Slowly but surely, a voice filled the speakers of the headphones. Trevor was speaking to him but his lips did not move. 
 
 `` *If he thinks I'll rat them out, he's insane. *'' Trevor spoke without speaking. Knight smiled. 
 
 `` You're probably thinking that protecting your friends will fix all your problems, do n't you?'' Knight said. 
 
 `` And you think you're so smart ai n't you. Like you can get in my head. It ai n't gon na work.'' Trevor spat. 
 
 The inner voice spoke up again. `` *Not like they're my friends. I ca n't give them up. For Jessie's sake. *'' 
 
 `` Now, I've been looking into you. You refused to speak to the officer before me. On file, you've had no record of any living relatives. I know that's a lie, Trevor.'' 
 
 Trevor's eyes narrowed. `` You do n't know me, detective.'' 
 
 `` I think I do. You were a boring, contented blue collar, Trevor. You expect me to believe you got into the drug business just for some extra cash? There has to be a stake in it. Your boss said you had relations with a female coworker.'' 
 
 Trevor swallowed a subtle gulp. Knight could picture the knot forming in his interrogated' atheist. 
 
 `` *I never told anyone that. Jim does n't even know about Vanessa and Jessie. * 
 
 `` And I know that you only did what you had to do in order to support them.'' Knight looked back to the two-way mirror. `` This is official. We're recording behind that glass right there.'' He clarified, pointing. `` Unless you want to go to jail for the rest of your life for withholding information from the police, do yourself a favor and give the rest up. We'll reduce your sentence.'' 
 
 `` *That'll leave Jessie with no one. If I do this, David will take care of her **and** Vanessa. *'' 
 
 `` David Grossman ca n't help you, Trevor. He's as much into this as you are. Jessie and Vanessa will be under witness protection. You have nothing to lose but a few years off your sentence.'' Trevor was taken aback. He had told not one soul about his affair with Vanessa Richardson or about the culmination of a child. He thought he'd never be a father or at least he'd be a bad one. His childhood was terrible to put it lightly, and between the divorce of his parents, the routine beatings from his father and the alcoholism which took over his mother's life, he wanted to do good. For once. 
 
 This was his chance. For some reason, this geeky, unlikely detective had figured his whole life story in a matter of seconds. He was amazed and honestly thankful. Trevor was always a recluse and shared not one bit of detail about the events that played out in his unfortunate life. 
 
 And now he had an open ticket to be a good man. To be a good father. He had to take it. He could n't let this opportunity slip by. He would n't let allow it. 
 
 `` His name is Randy Keller.'' Trevor started to confess resulting in a sincere smile by Knight. Jackson could n't believe what he was hearing. The rookie detective had done it. **Again**. 
 
 `` Good. Tell me everything.'' 
 
 -- -- - 
 
 `` How do you do it, Knight?'' Jackson asked, gleaming. The break room smelled of sweat and strong coffee. He leaned on the table with one arm, his left hand holding a half drunk cup of black coffee. Janet, his wife, said the beans she used for his flask of coffee were exotic and different. He could n't taste the difference. 
 
 Knight noticed the previous resentment he had for him had disappeared without a trace. He was actually proud. 
 
 `` I have my methods.'' He replied. The headphones was tucked safely in his briefcase. 
 
 `` Music huh?'' Jackson spoke up after a moment of silence. `` Guess what they say is true. Works wonders.'' 
 
 Smiling, the rookie detective looked his superior in the eye. `` Indeed.''
