A/N I'm back everybody! I thought this story might be a good idea. Songs used in this chapter are 'Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word' by Blue ft Elton John, 'Fever' by Michael Buble, 'I Want To Be Loved' by Bon Jovi, and 'What Can I Do' by The Corrs.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except a seriously weird taste in music.

Walking out of the Philadelphia PD precinct, Detective Lilly Rush reached in her pocket for her iPod. Placing the earphones in her ears, she frowned at the first song that began to play. This isn't mine! I don't listen to…

Looking at the screen, she felt a smile tugging at her lips as she remembered the few minutes before she left.

"I'll see you tomorrow, guys," Lilly called, sliding her arms into her sleeves. Her partner, Scotty Valens, swung his legs off his desk. He leant over to grab his iPod from its place next to his mug. He grinned up at Lilly.

"Bye, Rush." Detective Miller jogged up, holding something in her hand.

"Lil, you left your iPod in the break room. Thought you might need it." Lilly smiled gratefully.

"Thanks, Kat."

Lilly hadn't been in the break room that afternoon, so how could…She laughed softly. Scotty must have taken my iPod. Then Miller gave me his. I guess it's an easy mistake to make. They are identical…

Glancing down at the machine held in her hand, Lilly felt curiosity rise in her stomach. She scrolled up to the Playlist menu. In My Head. The detective frowned. Do I really want to know what's in Scotty's head? With curiosity getting the better of her, Lilly pressed play. The screen filled with the symbol of a padlock, and the detective's frown deepened. It's password protected? Crap, Valens.

Lilly stopped, trying to think of Scotty's password. Scotty. Nope. Valens? She tried 'Elissa', and had no luck. On a self-torturing whim, she tried 'Christina'. PPD, Philly, Eagles and Homicide all turned up wrong answers. What the hell? Lilly was quickly growing tired of this game. Desperately, she tried her own name. The screen lit up, revealing a list of track titles. Oh. Scotty's password is my name. Oh.

As she walked along the street, the soft sound of a piano filled her ears. The detective listened carefully.

What I gotta do to make you love me?

What I gotta do to make you care?

What do I do when lightning strikes me?

And I wake to find that you're not there?

Lilly started in surprise. This is pretty good, she thought, I wonder what else is on here? And this song…it could be about Scotty and… Lilly felt her cheeks turn pink. Shaking her head, she cast the thought from her mind. Scotty only uses my name as a password because he can remember it. It's not as if it actually means something.

What do I gotta do to make you want me?

What I gotta do to be heard?

What do I say when it's all over?

Sorry seems to be the hardest word.

The detective skipped forward to the next track, wanting to learn more about her partner. The song title brought a smile to her face. Good Man. Suits you, Valens. Unlocking her car door, Lilly focused on the music flowing through her ears.

On the short car journey home, Lilly listened to two more songs from her partner's iPod. The first, she remembered, was 'Like Toy Soldiers' by Eminem. That song suits Scotty too. Always trying to fix things. Wait. That's me.

The second song was more unexpected. As they slow bass line started up, Lilly felt a prickle of recognition.

Never know how much I love you.

Never know how much I care.

When you put your arms around me,

I get a fever that's so hard to bear.

Lilly blinked, feeling a stab of jealousy deep down in her stomach. Scotty never mentioned he was seeing anyone. She scoffed. Why would he? I'm not important. I'm only his partner.

As he shut his car door, Detective Scotty Valens delved his hand into his coat pocket. His fingers brushing over the wires, he pulled out his iPod, fitting the earphones into his ears. As he pressed play, he realised the song was a) half way through, and b) not his. His mind drifted away from the song, realising whose iPod he was holding.

Scotty watched his partner slide her slender arms into her coat, admiring the way her blonde hair tumbled down over her shoulders.

"I'll see you tomorrow, guys," Lilly said.

Blinking, Scotty reached over for the iPod that was lying between their desks. He slid it into his pocket, and grinned up at Lilly. She rolled her eyes playfully. As he opened his mouth to speak, Scotty saw Detective Miller appear beside Lilly.

"Lil, you left your iPod in the break room. Thought you might need it." Lilly smiled gratefully, sending chills racing down her partner's spine.

"Thanks, Kat."

Scotty chuckled. I left my iPod in the break room, and Lil left hers on the desk. Kat thought…huh. I guess they are exactly the same. Wait. If Lil's got my iPod, then she could…CRAP! The words of the chorus caught his attention, and he listened carefully.

I'm gonna live.

I'm gonna survive.

Don't want the world to pass me by.

I'm gonna dream.

I ain't gonna die,

Thinking my life was just a lie.

I want to be loved.

Scotty felt a twinge of longing in his chest. The song stirred thoughts of his partner. Lilly was hurt; everyone knew that. What they didn't know was the true depth of Scotty's feelings for her.

With one hand resting casually on the steering wheel, Scotty's finger found its own way to buttons on the iPod. Going back to the menu, the detective read the Playlist title. Loving You Forever. Scotty felt his heart sink. Lilly's in love? Who the hell is this guy?

A sigh of frustration escaping from his lips, he skipped forward to the next song. Lilly listens to The Corrs? I did not expect that. What the hell DID I expect? The song reached its chorus, the words striking a chord with the detective.

What can I do to make you love me?

What can I do to make you care?

What can I say to make you feel this?

What can I do to get you there?

The next two songs had nothing on the first two. What the hell is this crap? Scotty thought distastefully. He pulled up outside his apartment, yanking the earphones out of his ears as he climbed the stairs. This is why Lilly's not in charge of the car radio.

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