Title: PMS
Author: Carina Scott
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Warrick/Jim
Summary: It's official.
Disclaimer: I don't own, please don't sue.
Author's Note: It's my dad's fault. He's my muse for most of this fic, even though he would die if he knew. Some aspects are exaggerated simply because it makes it more fun. Anyway, I had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!

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The first time he noticed it, he brushed it off as stress. The second time he figured that Rick was just upset because of the outcome of a recent case. The third time, he had to walk out onto Rick's patio, under the pretense of needing some fresh air, just so he could laugh without consequence.

It was official. Warrick had PMS. Pissy and Melodramatic Syndrome. After all those years of marriage, Jim was surprised that he didn't recognize it sooner. All the signs were there, he just hadn't paid attention.

Warrick was tired and achy; didn't want Jim to touch him. Then he would be all tense and depressed. He composed some of his best music then, but that was beside the point. Just as quickly, Warrick would be bitchy and irritable. Jim had learned long ago that it was definitely inexcusable to leave the top off the toothpaste. Accidental or not.

He loved his Ricky, so instead of complaining, he'd just wait. When Warrick didn't want to make love, he'd just lie in bed and watch him sleep. When his baby was depressed, he'd just cuddle with him on the couch in front of some old movie. And when Rick would fuss and complain, he'd buy his lover a pint of vanilla ice cream and Oreos just to see him smile.

Luckily, since Warrick wasn't a woman, his PMS didn't last as long. Usually within a weeks' time he would be fine. During the interim, Jim would enjoy Warrick's company before his lover's insane doppelganger returned.

THE END