A/N - Ok, I am one week post delivery and I am posting a new story... I have to be insane! :) Logan has arrived, and is healthy and sleeping like a champ. (More about Logi is posted in my profile.) So, Im writing in my mommy diary (I suggest this if you have kids, I look back in the one I keep for my daughter, and its amazing the things you forget!) and I am also writing in my fan fic notebook.

My hubby is such a sweetie, he then types up my stories for me, so I can just pop on for 5 minutes and post! I'm the typo queen, and hubby is the typo king, so I apologize in advance. Also, I write when I have time, 10 minutes here, 5 minutes there... so more than likely you'll be getting a chapter a week with this one, so set your alerts appropriately!

I started this story a few weeks ago so I have a head start, this is a challenge I got from Dreamed a Dream, so this one is for you my dear!

Reviews would make my day!

Pam sighed as she scanned the office.

Even for Dunder Mifflin, it was oddly quiet. The hum of the copier and the buzz of the fax machine, other than a sporadic cough or sneeze, were the only noises heard in the tiny office.

Pam looked at her boss' door and knew that it was so quiet because Michael was in New York for the day. The sales team had time to spend a day actually doing sales. Jim had made a few sales calls already, and was back in the office catching up on paper work. Andy and Phyllis were off trying to close a deal with a bank, while Stanly was emailing clients about contract renewals. It was the end of the quarter, so the accounts worked silently in their corner of the office.

She glanced at Jim who was engrossed with a spread sheet in front of him. She tried to catch his eye, but had no luck.

She looked at the phone, willing it to ring. It was too quiet. Too boring. She needed something to spice up her idle Thursday. She managed to stay awake through a few hands if spider solitaire and anxiously grabbed her purse when Jim walked to reception at lunch time.

She walked quietly next to Jim as they made their way down the street to their usual haunt, a small deli just a few blocks away from the business park.

"You ok?" Jim asked softly.

"Yeah." Pam offered a small smile.

"Don't fib, your nose will grow."

Pam let out a small laugh, before giving a heavy sigh. "I don't know, I haven't felt right since about mid morning. I can't put my finger on it."

"Are you coming down with something?" Jim quickly put the back of his and to her forehead.

"I don't think so." Pam shook her head.

"You look a little pale, are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah." Pam nodded.

"Maybe you just need some lunch..." Jim held open the door to the deli. "After you Mrs. Halpert."

Pam smiled, even after six months she hadn't grown tired of hearing her new title.

The meal was quiet, Jim watched people as they passed the deli, mindless chewing on his ham and cheese. Pam watched a father sharing his sandwich with his daughter at a corner table.

"Earth to Pam."

Pam came out of her fog and looked up at Jim, a giant smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, were you talking?" She asked softly.

"Ouch." Jim shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I was just watching that father over there... thinking about what a great father you'd be."

The color drained from Jim's face. "Wait... you're not... are you? Because I thought we said we'd give it at least a year before..."

"No! No, I'm not pregnant Jim." Pam laughed. "But I should have lied to you... you make the cutest faces when you're panicked."

"Anyway..." Jim shook his head, a little embarrassed. "We need to get back to the office."

She glanced at her watch. "Oh yeah!"

"C'mon." Jim held out his hand and led her out of the deli.

Pam grunted as they re-entered the office. The smell of paper, pencil shavings, and toner ink reminded her that she still had 4 hours until it was time to go home.

She tossed her purse into her drawer, locked it, and put on the head set Michael insisted she have after a recent visit to corporate. "Grace has one, it looks sooo professional. You must have one!" He'd declared.

She rarely put the thing on, but figured she could use it to look busy as she listened to voice mails.

She wrote down the messages quietly, trying to stay awake, when she heard a familiar voice in her ears.

"Umm, Hi. This message is for Pamela Bees...I'm sorry, Pamela Halpert. This is her father Robert. Please have her call home immediately. It's urgent."

Pam's hand shook as she ripped off the head set. Her father rarely called her at work, and his voice was cracking as he spoke. She stood up as she pulled the hand set to her ear, dialing the numbers as quickly as she could.

Jim saw Pam's worried face and stood up and quietly stood next to reception.

"Hey Jen, is daddy there? I just got his message."

Jim watched as tears welled up in Pam's eyes. He softly reached over and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Daddy, its Pam."

Jim jumped back as Pam slammed the phone onto the receiver and grabbed her keys to unlock her drawer.

"Pam?" Jim came around the desk and grabbed her by the shoulders. She had tears streaming down her face and a fear in her eyes that he had never seen before.

Pam broke down and leaned into Jim's chest; sobbing so loud even Holly and Kelly emerged from the annex.

"Pam, what's wrong?" Jim whispered as he held her tight against him.

"My mom... my mom..." was all she could manage to get out.

Jim quickly pulled her to his side and grabbed her purse from the drawer. He was grateful when Stanly handed him his messenger bag.

"We have a family emergency, we need to go." He told Holly quickly.

Holly simply nodded and watched as Jim and Pam hurried out the door.

Pam continued to sob against Jim's chest as they rode the elevator down. Pam sprung from the elevators as soon as they opened and Jim ran after her, quickly unlocking the car so they could get in and go.

Jim pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the highway.

"What happened, is she ok?" He finally asked as they waited for a light to change.

"Daddy said there was a car accident... he didn't give any details... he just said... he said..." Pam burst into sobs again and Jim quickly grabbed her hand as they entered onto the highway.

"He said we have to hurry..." Pam choked out. "We have to hurry if we want to say goodbye."

Jim felt his heart twist in his chest. "What?"

Pam didn't answer, she leaned forward and clinched his hand a little tighter, she rocked herself slowly as they sped down the highway.