You sighed as you opened the door to Caitlyn's bedroom. You've been taking care of her after she got sick at a New Years Eve party she attended with her family, but somehow she was even more stubborn when she was sick. Every time you went to check on her, she was out of bed working on different cases at her corkboard. She was on a step stool to take a closer look at her clues until you walked over and picked her up. "You aren't making this easy for me, cupcake." You chided softly, earning a whine. "But darling!" The sick girl protested. "The trails are hot! I can't just let the case go cold because I've got a little temperature!" She was still protesting and squirming as you laid her back down in bed.