Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own The Office. Or any T.V. show for that matter. Although that would be pretty awesome.
She glanced up to check the clock. It was just after six, and everyone around her, with the exception of Dwight and Michael, had gone home long ago.
"Hello, Angela," said Dwight, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his heading, pelvis sticking out. "It appears to be just you and I once again. Although Michael is here also. But he is in his office which he has because he has looming, glorious power over us, like the sun over beets on a hot day. Question: what time will you be leaving?"
"When my work is done, Dwight," Angela replied impatiently, not looking up from her neat, detailed page in her plain brown notebook. She was trying to get the books to balance, and was having some difficulty.
Just then, Dwight's bulky watched beeped. "It is time for me to go give Mose his medicine," said Dwight, beginning to gather his things. "He's quite sick with the flu, you know. Then I will be heading down to police headquarters. I caught a guy speeding this morning. He was drunk also. I had to have a little talk with him. I thought the sheriff would be glad to know of my help."
"You're not legally allowed to pull a man over as a volunteer, Dwight, even if he is speeding and intoxicated."
Dwight opened his mouth to reply, but just then, the door cracked open and a shot sounded. Angela watched in terrified horror as Dwight slowly sank to the ground. Then, all at once, she sprang in to action. She grabbed the spare key on the supply shelf to lock Michael in to his office.
"Stay there," she whispered.
She then dragged Dwight's unconscious body in to the kitchen. She locked Dwight in there and headed back out in to the main office. She crept around Stanley's desk and ducked down in front of Dwight's desk. She grabbed his chunky cell phone, a can of pepper spray, and a knife that she knew was taped under his desk. She quickly called the police.
"This is Angela Martin. I work at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. That's where I am right now. My employee was recently shot by an intruder. He is unconscious."
The man on the phone said he was sending an ambulance right away.
"Thank you," Angela replied primly.
She soon heard the sirens. She quickly finished her prayer and went out to meet it.
A couple days later, Dwight was out of the hospital and on to a quick and speedy recovery. He didn't remember much about the incident.
The police were able to identify the intruder as the man Dwight had pulled over earlier that day. He was drunk as a skunk and apparently had been bothered by Dwight before, and this was one time too many.
Michael had apparently been asleep with soundproof headphones on the whole time and therefore didn't remember a thing.
And as for Angela? She told everyone that she hid until the intruder had left and then called the police from her desk. She claimed that, other than that, she hadn't moved a muscle. She said when Dwight got picked up by the ambulance he was laying by his desk.
But no one understood why all the doors were locked.
Reviews would be amazing. My first Fanfiction, incase you couldn't tell. Probably going to look at it in a few months and be totally embarrassed, but oh well. I also wanted to take a look at Angela's stronger side. I always felt like it was there, but it didn't make it's appearance very often.