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Ch.1

"Ready to go, Beesly?" Jim called out his open window as he pulled up to Pam's apartment building.

She slid down off the stoop and walked towards the car. "Hey, what took you so long? We are going to be the last ones at the beach. Michael is probably freaking out that I'm not there to cook the hot dogs."

"I had to turn back because I forgot my swim trunks. But you shouldn't be worried about cooking, because Michael said there would be more than just hotdogs this time, that there would be no tribal battles, and that you could actually have fun. If he even suggests you do anything besides relax I will personally throw him in the lake."

Pam smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek as she got in here seat. She was excited to redo beach day. She had been extremely proud of herself for walking on the hot coals and she was glad that her speech had gotten through to Jim. The rest of beach day was something she felt she didn't really want to remember.

Jim and Pam arrived at the lake and found that most of the office staff had already settled into their day. Dwight was arguing with Oscar about a raft he had brought. Dwight claimed it wasn't an approved flotation device and as appointed safety officer he had to ask him to remove it from the water. Kelly was hanging on Darryl and asking him if she looked hot in her bikini. Michael was trying to get Stanley and Andy to organize people for a game of Survivor. "Simply voluntary" he said to Jim after he had declined the offer.

"Can we go somewhere a bit more private to swim?" Pam asked, "I don't feel like I can relax here."

"I think that is a great idea." Jim replied with a smile "I remember seeing a nice section of beach not far from here."

They walked for a few minutes and found a beautiful stretch of sand to lay their towels on. It was noon and the sun was beating down on them making them sweaty so they got in the water right away and enjoyed a game of tag before deciding to go back to the beach and have some cuddle time.

"I'm glad you went back for your swim trunks. I had no idea what a good swimmer you are. I didn't think I could get such a work out playing tag, but it was really hard to catch you."

"You weren't so bad; I did have a pool growing up and my brother and I used to play swim tag almost daily. I would hold it against you, but you look too cute in that two-piece for me to care about how slow you are"

"I'm not slow! I will have you know that I took six years of swim lessons at camp and I got the award for best breaststroke several times. Besides you have a lot more length then me."

"Call it what you want, but I was faster and you're just bitter that I tagged you it so many times."

"Oh no, I think I see Kelly coming our way. I hope she isn't having a relationship crisis again."

"Hey Pam, can you tie my bathing suit back up? It came undone when I was swimming and I saw Michael with a camera so I don't want to go back there."

"Sure, I can help you."

"I'll just hang out here and try to get a bit tan."

"Thanks Jim! I promise I won't keep her long. I just want to ask you about this situation I'm having with Daryl."

"Ok, well let's swim out to the rocks. It looks like a good place to sit and talk."

Jim stretched out on his towel and watched as Kelly and Pam walked away. He couldn't help but admire how beautiful every part of Pam was. He smiled as he watched her climbing on to the rocks realizing that Kelly was probably going to talk her death. His eyes became heavy and he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Jim's eyes suddenly opened and he heard Kelly screaming. "Jim! Help! Pam fell and hit her head. She went under. Help!"