A/N - Ok, I have a CSI fic going, it's time to start an Office one as well!

I've been pretty fluffy lately, but I was in a very unfluffy mood when I came up with the idea for this fic. I was watching the scene where Pam tells Roy about kissing Jim and he goes nuts in the bar. So this is a season 3 AU fic. This will likely be changed to an M rating as the story progesses, so if you dont read M rated fics, I wouldn't recommend reading this one.

I swore I wasnt going to get into a long fic until after Logan was born, but I am going on maternity leave soon, and I am going to need to be writing to stay sane in the house a lone all day, now that my baby girl started pre-school. :(

Ok, now the obligitory blurb - I do not own the office, or it's characters. I also do not have a Beta. I do however have an impatient daughter, so be on the look out for rogue typos. :)

So here we go. Please enjoy, read, and review!

Pam's hand shook as she dialed the numbers. She sighed when she heard her own voice through the receiver.

"You have reached the offices of Dunder Mifflin Scranton..."

She didn't wait for the beep.

She hung up and looked around her disheveled apartment. Before she lost her nerve, she picked up the phone again.

"Hello?"

She tried to force the words out, but she couldn't find her voice. "Why did I call? This was a mistake." She thought. She was about to hang up when she heard his voice again.

"Pam? Are you there?"

She let out a ragged sigh. Her breath immediately caught in her throat.

He knew her better than anyone.

He would know.

He would know something was wrong; simply from the way she sighed.

"Pam, what's wrong?"

Damn him.

"Jim." The smallness of her voice surprised even her.

"Pam?" His voice was full of concern. She heard the sound of his car turning and instantly knew he had turned his car around.

"Jim, I fell. I need help."

"I'm headed your way! Are you bleeding? Is anything broken? Do you need to call 9-11?" His questions spilled endlessly as he wound his way through the streets of Scranton.

"No, nothing like that." Pam whispered. "But could you call Michael? I can't bring myself to do it."

"I will do that as soon as I get there, I'm not hanging up until I can see that you're ok."

"I think, I think, I just should go in, ya know, just in case, my head, my head hurts really bad." She hoped she was making sense. The pain radiating through her head was getting worse.

"I'm pulling into your lot, can you answer the door?"

"Yeah, I'm really fine Jim, I just, I just probably shouldn't be driving is all."

"Ok, meet me at the door."

She carefully picked herself up from her spot on the floor, careful not to look at herself in the mirror as she passed by.

She opened the door and crossed her arms as she waited.

"Pam!"

She looked up and gave a small smile as Jim jogged to the top of the stairs. She quickly used her hand to cover her bruised face when she saw his expression as he looked her up and down.

"Oh my God... Pam." He whispered as he gently tipped her chin up so he could get a better look.

"It's probably nothing, I just want to make sure." She whispered as she quickly hid her face again.

They stood there in silence for a few moments.

"I just have to get my purse and put on my shoes." Pam whispered and turned to lead him into the apartment.

As she shut the door behind them and walked back into the mess that was her apartment, she instantly regretted letting him follow her in.

She wasn't facing him but she knew he was scanning the room behind her, putting the pieces together.

"It's a mess, sorry." She said softly and disappeared into the kitchen.

"How did you fall?" His question was forceful, he couldn't help it, he knew her injuries were not caused by a simple accident.

"Oh, it's stupid really. The cat ran underfoot and I fell right in between the couch and coffee table. I landed face first on the coffee table."

"I thought you were a dog person." Jim asked, his voice void of emotion as he scanned the broken room.

Chills ran up her spine, she had never heard him use that tone.

"Umm, yeah, I am. But Roy, he adopted this kitten and found out he was allergic. He didn't want to bring him back to the pound, so I offered to take him." She appeared in the doorway, purse in hand. "He should be around here somewhere." She scanned the room pretending to look for the kitten she knew was hiding under the bed. "Colby? Colby baby?" She called out softly.

She stumbled a little as she came into the living room, carrying on the charade of the 'missing' cat.

"Whoa!" Jim was instantly at her side. "Let's go, I'll call Michael on the way." He led her to the door and held her steady as she fished her keys from her purse to lock the door.

After carefully navigating their way down the stairs and helping her into the car, Jim flipped opened his phone and dialed as he started pulling out of the lot.

"Dunder Mifflin! This is Kelly!"

"Hey Kelly, This is Jim..."

"Oh! Jim! Where are you? Dwight is fuming around the office saying something about young people and work ethic, Pam is late too."

"Yeah Kelly, I know, I'm with Pam right now."

"What?" Kelly looked up and quickly quieted her voice when she caught Karen's eye. "What are you doing together?"

"Kelly, Pam fell, I'm taking her to the hospital. Can you transfer me to Michael?" Jim was growing annoyed.

"Why didn't Roy just take her? I mean, I know they've only been back together for just a few weeks and all, but ya know, they were together ten years, I know he has to be sleeping over there. I mean Pam plays it all prude-y prude and stuff, but I bet she's secretly..."

"Kelly!" Jim shouted, startling Pam. "Transfer me to Michael."

"Oh, he's totally in New York today, some big meeting with corporate."

"Why didn't you just say so?"

"I just did, duh." Kelly rolled her eyes.

"Ok, Pam and I won't be in today, tell Toby what happened."

"Oh, I totally will, I was going to go back to the vending machines anyway for some of those baked chips, it's about time they put something healthy in those machines..."

"Kelly, I have to go, just tell Toby." Jim sighed and clicked his phone shut.

"I know why Roy didn't take her..." He thought angrily as he peeked at Pam out of the corner of his eye. Her head was starting to bob slightly and reached over and shook her gently.

"Pam honey, you have to stay awake."

"I'm awake." She whispered as they pulled into the hospital.

Jim paced around the waiting room. It had been four hours and he still hadn't been allowed to go back to see her.

"Mr. Halpert?" The nurse appeared at the window. "We're getting ready to release her; we'll need you to come back for home care instructions."

Jim nodded and followed her directions through the ER and after a few wrong turns, had found Pam's room.

She smiled as he walked in. "They're letting me go home."

"Yes, but only if she has someone with her." The doctor turned around from reading her chart. "She says she lives alone. She can't be alone tonight."

"I'll be fine." Pam whispered to Jim as he came to stand next to her bed.

"Pamela, you have a concussion, you need to be with someone tonight." The doctor scolded.

"She can come to my house; I will take care of her." Jim nodded at the doctor.

Pam sat up, a rush of emotion coming over her. "You can't. I mean it's a Friday night, I'm sure you have plans." She looked up at him as tears filled her eyes.

She'd forgotten about Karen. And from the look she received back, so had Jim.

"This is more important." He assured her.

After receiving careful instructions from the doctor and getting a prescription and a few supplies to help keep the scratches on Pam's bruised face clean, Jim wheeled Pam out to the car.

"I'm going to take the chair back, sit tight." He told her firmly as he shut the car door.

As he wheeled back to the door he pulled the phone from his pocket and sighed as he dialed Karen's number.

So what do we think? Huh? HUH??