I know that this has been done a million times before, but I'm hoping this takes an uncharted path. But we shall see where my writing takes me.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Office or any of its characters.

And now, on with the show

"I'm really sorry if you misinterpreted things…" she began, "You have no idea…"

"No, don't do that. I want to be more than that," he interjected.

"…what your friendship means to me," she finished, "I'm really sorry."

"No, I'm sorry I misinterpreted our friendship," and with that, he left her to her thoughts.

Jim walked around the building, trying to make sense of what just happened. There was no possible way he could have misinterpreted anything. On his fourth lap, he noticed his office window had a faint glow coming from it. Running a hand through his hair, he entered the building and took the stairs instead of the elevator. It gave him that much more time to think about what had transpired.

Jim opened the office door and paused. He heard a voice over by his desk. Choosing to remain hidden, he heard the speaker say things like "I don't know," and "he's my best friend" and "maybe I am". That last one gave him the slightest hope that maybe what he was about to do wasn't wrong. There was no way he had misinterpreted anything. He had been right! Stepping out from behind the corner he heard Pam mumble into the phone "I got to go, bye". He saw her lips form a syllable or too but he was too focused on them that he didn't hear what she said. The only thing he knew was in that instant his lips were on hers and they were moving in time with his. It was heaven. He pulled her closer as he felt her fingers in his hair. Smiling against her lips, he pulled away and looked her in the eye. Hers were tearing up.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,"

"Me too," said Pam, "Maybe we're drunk."

"Are you drunk?" he asked. Please don't let her be drunk.

"No," and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Me neither," he said leaning in for another kiss. This time she pulled away.

"Jim," she began as the tear welled up even more. He looked intently at her as if searching into her very soul for the truth.

"So you're really going to marry him?"

"Yes." That was all he needed. He turned on his heel; his head sunk low, and left the office. Not even saying good-bye, he headed straight for his car. Pulling out his cell phone, he made a phone call.

"Hi, Jan, this is Jim. How are you?" He paused, allowing her to answer, "Yeah, me too, hey listen, do you think we could fill out the transfer paperwork this weekend? I'd like to transfer as soon as possible," another pause, "thanks, Jan. I really appreciate it." He didn't allow himself to cry until he got home.

Well, let me know what you think! This is my first attempt at Office fan fiction. Read and Review please!

-Lunar Penguin