A/N I don't either offices! They belong to NBC and BBC. Enjoy!
The Visitor.
It's a normal day in the office. The camera zooms in on Michael's office and between the blurry blinds, shows the Dunder-Mifflin boss sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers on the wood. He looks quickly down at his watch and then continues tapping at the table.
Pam is sitting at her desk playing solitaire and Jim is holding a thick pile of Dwight's paperwork with his bobble-head doll lying on top. "Should I put it in the bathroom?" he asks Pam.
"Just put it behind my desk, if he goes there I'll tell Michael he's invading my personal space," replies Pam casually, without looking away from the computer. The door to the break room open's. "Oh quick he's coming."
Dwight has his hand on the door knob but is having an argument with Toby and doesn't leave the room, giving Jim enough time to stash the papers and the doll at Pam's feet and then readjust himself so he is watching Pam's solitaire game. "Fact, Toby: Michael doesn't like you. And if he doesn't like you, I don't like you. So no, I will not give you my one-of-a-kind elven sword."
"Dwight, your not allowed weapons in the work place, it's just till the end of the day and then you can have it back!" Toby calls after him as he storms off to his desk, a long silver sword dangling from his waist and occasionally hitting him in the leg, making him jump wince and obstructing his hard-set expression.
The door to the entrance opens and the camera zooms in on a blonde woman in her early thirties holding a black winter coat in one hand. She closes the door behind her and heads over to reception. "Erm… hi, I'm Dawn. I'm here for the TV… thing." She says awkwardly to Pam, pointing at the camera.
"Oh hi! I'm Pam." She says brightly, holding out her hand to shake Dawns. Pointing her other thumb back at Jim she says, "This is Jim," who also shakes her hand.
"Your English!" Says Pam happily, smiling kindly at her.
"Yep," replies Dawn, grinning.
CUT TO INTERVIEW WITH DAWN.
"Yeah, um… well I did a documentary back in England a few years ago. Umm… I was actually working at a paper supplier as well as a receptionist. It was rather dull work… but I suppose it had it's perks like all jobs."
As she speaks it cuts to a scene where Tim is sitting at his desk, Dawn standing behind him, grinning with her hands on her hips. He is holding a phone receiver level with his face and applying glue around the edges. Cut to the next scene where Tim and Dawn are pretending to have a conversation when Garath picks up the receiver and carries the rest of the phone with him. Tim bursts out laughing and buries his face in the table.
"And then the manager of this branch, umm… Michael Scott, he rang me up when he found out I was in America and asked if I wanted to come down and have a chat with everyone." She pauses and looks up thoughtfully. "I think that's what he meant. He kind of kept changing his mind." She looks wide-eyed and seriously at the lens. "Boy, that was an experience."
CUT BACK TO THE OFFICE.
Dawn is talking happily to Pam and Jim. "Have you been to Chili's yet?"
"Uh no. I haven't really had time." Dawn explains. " We're only spending the day here, my fiance wants to get back to Florida rather quickly. He's actually downstairs. He used to work in the warehouse and I worked reception up here… in England." Pam and Jim's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh cool! Then he'll meet my fiance Roy. He works down there too."
"Oh!" Dawn says, surprised. Their conversation is cut short as Michael Scott walks out of his office.
"There she is! Dawn Tinsley. Bloody brillian' to mee' yer." He puts on a poor English accent and laughs at his own joke. When no one joins in, Michael sighs as he looks at Phyllis. "She's cracking up." He says pointing at her annoyed face. She rolls her eyes.
Dawn's smile turns to confusion and she looks at Jim and Pam who both shrug like this is the norm. "Uh ok everyone," Michael continues raising his voice. He moves closer to Dawn, who takes a cautionary step to the side, closer to Pam's desk. "I have an announcement. I'd like you all to meet Dawn Tinsley. She did a documentary a lot like ours back in ye old England and she's come to see… well to see how we do it better I guess. Am I right?" He says sniggering again and elbowing Dawn a little too hard in the arm. She smiles and rubs her forearm, rolling her eyes as Michael turns his back on her so he can grin at the camera again.
Jim and Pam exchange a quick smirk.
"So," he claps his hands together. "Anything you'd like before we get started? Coffee? Or a nice cuppa tea?"
"Oh sure, yeah a cup of tea sounds lovely," says Dawn, brightening a little. Michael's demeanour suddenly changes. His face falls for a second. "Oh. Unless you don't have tea?" she says quickly.
"No, no! We've got tea!" he snorts. "What kind of office would this place be if we didn't have tea?" he says, laughing at the absurdity of the idea. "Uhh… well I'm just going to go... out for a second. I've got to get some… cake to go with the tea. Pam you can look after her while I'm gone can't you?"
"Sure."
"Great! I won't be long!" and without looking at anyone, he runs into his office, picks up his keys, drops them a few times, and runs out of the office without a backward glance.
Once the door closes Dawn turns back to Jim and Pam. "You don't have any tea, do you?"
"No Michaels hates the stuff." Jim says quickly.
Dawn and Pam laugh. "Oh God, I thought I got rid of all this when I moved to America." She says in a low voice, rubbing her eyes wearily.
A/N Hope you enjoy! I thought there weren't enough fics with the original and this would be a nice change. Please review! Happy to take advice since this is my first office fic!