Caitlyn had always been high masking. Used to normalizing herself to make others more comfortable, or to fit in. But now here she was, in her mid twenties and married, existing freely. It was morning, and she was pacing around the house, anxious.

Work had been a lot the last couple days, and now that she'd submitted a new case, she was just waiting for it to get through processing before they could lead a strike team in to arrest the criminal. It was always a rather tense time for her, teetering on the edge of something big.

Waiting periods for her were hard when she was such a workaholic; there was nothing to do to make the process go faster. Caitlyn paced a circle around the kitchen island, trying to relieve some energy. Her hands were lightly flapping in front of her, stopping and starting again every few seconds along with deep breaths.Her throat omitted a low humming, eyes shut. She was just letting loose, hoping to feel better. It was more causal now, stimming in between cooking breakfast.

She didn't notice her wife had awoken yet.