A/N: This a just one chapter. Um...I actually haven't come up with anything to write yet. I'll just...make it up as I go along. It's what I'm good at. I'm pretty sure I'd be better if I actually took the time to go over it later on, but that's not my style.

Olivia was having a bad day, more so than usual. She didn't know what it was about today, but she hated it.

"Hey, El?"

"Hmm?"

"How old do you think you have to be to chalk everything up to PMS?" She asked. She was only half serious.

"I'm pretty sure you can blame PMS as soon as your old enough to have it." He replied, slightly amused.

"Oh, good." She looked pleased as she stood from her desk. She walked around to where he was sitting on the other side. She leaned up against his desk, crossing her arms.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Yeah." She smacked him upside the head. "PMS!" She yelled as she took off.

"What the fuck was that for?" Elliot yelled while rubbing the side of his head.

He saw her heading for the Captain's office. What the hell did she think she was doing?

He heard a loud "PMS!" shortly followed by another loud shout of "You're out of line Detective!"

Not even a second later Olivia came running from the office with a hand full of papers, ripping them to pieces and scattering them about.

She kept yelling "PMS! PMS! PMS!" every time she did something she wasn't supposed to. By the end of her rampage nothing was in it's place.

Munch and Fin's desk turned on it's side, coffee pot smashed, files thrown about recklessly, and Olivia standing there in all her glory, looking ever so proud of herself.

Cragen looked almost dangerous. "Benson! What the hell do you think you're doing?" At least she had the common sense to look sorry about it.

She looked over to Elliot. He was stunned by her strange and completely out of character outburst.

"It was PMS. Elliot said I could blame everything on PMS." She said, completely meaning, too.

"What? I didn't tell you to turn the office upside down!" He yelled.

Cragen looked at Elliot like he had just committed the worst sin of all. Elliot was at loss for words. Surely this mess couldn't be blamed on him.

"Elliot, get in my office. Now!."

"But Cap-"

"No 'buts.' Go."

Elliot made his way to Cragen's office looking like a whipped dog.

After the yelling from the Captains office stopped, Elliot stepped out. He really didn't look happy.

"What is your problem, Olivia? How could you blame me for this?" He looked truly hurt.

"PMS, Elliot. PMS." She smiled and turned back to her files.

Ha! I need a life, really I do. Good times. PMS. I wish I could blame everything on PMS. Although, oddly enough...I'm never angry or anything when that time rolls around. It's weird. I actually get happier. I mean, sure I have little moment every once in a while. That usually lasts abou 5 seconds though. Then I end up laughing because it's about something really stupid. Not that you needed to know that. Anywho...Bye. :)