A/N: A few notes on this one. Here's the sequel to "What The Cameras Don't Show." It was originally written in three very long parts, but I decided to break it up in to a lot of smaller portions, mainly so it's not so long and so I can edit a little as I post. I probably will post a portion every other day or so. To be honest, I'm not convinced this piece worked as well as "What the Cameras Don't Show." I had to switch betas half way through the writing and I'm not sure that helped. But, here it is, for those that are curious.

Rated T for mild sexual situations, drinking, and a few bad words.

Btw, I do have an account on MTT under iamapam1883. I probably will bring everything from there over here eventually.

Thanks so much for reading, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: don't own anything Office related. If I did, would have made a few corrections in season six.

Day 1: 7:09 am

She had been enjoying a dreamy sleep when the buzzing from her alarm woke her with a start. She smashed her hand against the button, wishing that snooze lasted longer than nine minutes. With a groan she opened her eyes and stared at the dark red numbers, not wanting to get up. Stretched her arms out across the bed she suddenly realized he was no longer next to her. She sat up wondering how he was able to get up before her when she always had to push him out of bed.

She dragged herself out of bed and only made it a few steps when she stubbed her toe on one of the many boxes that littered the room. It was still dark out; the shades were down and she had forgotten that she had to be more careful when walking around. She sat on the bed and rubbed her toe, hoping the shooting pain would die down in a minute. She took a second to look at the unfamiliar surroundings. It was day three in the new townhouse, everything was still in boxes and while she loved that she was living with him now, she lamented that they hadn't had time to unpack.

In the distance she heard the shower start. She groped for the light switch so that she could make her way across the room without stumbling over anything else and began to groggily head towards the bathroom. She moved as if on autopilot, entering the bathroom, doing her business and washing her hands. She could hear him whistling and wondered why a man, who usually would groan when she nudged him awake everyday, seemed to be in such a good mood.

She pushed the shower curtain back to see him standing there, naked and soapy, with a big dopey grin on his face. She shook her head and undressed easily before stepping in to join him. The warm water felt good on her skin and she stood there motionless with her eyes closed while the steam surrounded her.

"Morning," he said cheerfully. She could feel his wet lips brush her forehead.

"Why are you so happy?" she asked.

"The Dundies," he replied too brightly for her taste. She let out a groan. "Come on, Pam, you love the Dundies. I'm pretty sure we're locked in for Most Boring Couple. We'll have a nice trophy to put with the other three."

"You go then," she said with a frown. She didn't hate the Dundies but Michael made it difficult for anyone to ever truly enjoy them. Except for Jim, who always seemed to enjoy them and took pride in the fact that they did win Most Boring Couple every year. She often wished Michael would stop making the awards show so predictable. But the Dundies wasn't what she was dreading. It was something else. "The documentary crew is coming back today," she reminded him.

"So?" he asked as if it were no big deal. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and began to run the soapy sponge gently over her back, washing her as he always did when she would join him in the shower and refuse to actually clean herself. "They weren't that bad the first time."

"Weren't that bad?" she complained. She thought back to the week the documentary crew came to Dunder-Mifflin. True, Jim didn't find them nearly as intrusive as she had but neither liked that for that week they had to pretend to be people they weren't and hide the relationship they had. So far, no one had mentioned that they had to go back to that act but the feeling in her stomach was ominous.

"Oh, come on, Pam," he said, moving the sponge lower to caress her ass. "That was only what, five, six days? We handled it fine then, I promise it will be fine now."

She turned to face him, admiring his optimism. Work was hard enough without the cameras and she was glad he was always there with her. "You promise?" she asked with a hopeful half-smile.

"Yeah," he nodded assuring.

"And if it's a complete disaster, I can blame you?"

"Totally." He slid his hand up her torso, pausing to cup her breast and give it a playful squeeze. "Hey, you know what we haven't done in here yet," he stated with a mischievous smile.

She grinned and pulled him down for a kiss.