Caitlyn was overworking herself again, she was pacing back around in her room, mumbling details of a case under her breath. You were laying down on her bed, worried for your girlfriend.

She was supposed to be resting, due to the explosion she was caught in just three days ago. But of course, she'd never listen if she didn't want to.

She was obsessing over a case. Fires and break-ins in the undercity. She was so obsessed, despite it having nothing to do with her.

You hated when she got like this, when she got so invested that she wouldn't pay any attention to anything that wasn't the case. Sometimes, not even you.

"Cait?" you called out, your eyes darting down to the bandages that wrapped around her arm and shoulder, then back up to her face.