AN: This is a story set while Pam is still engaged to Roy. I don't own any rights to The Office.

Jim was at home, his roommate was staying with his girlfriend; really it was like Jim didn't even have a roommate anymore but it didn't really matter as long as he was still paying half the rent. Jim had just ordered a medium supreme pizza for one and was contemplating watching one of his favorite movies when the phone rang.

"Hello," Jim answered.

"Jim, thank God you answered! Someone just broke into my house and Roy's in Vegas with his friends and"

"Pam?" Jim interrupted even though he knew from the second she said his name who it was. "Pam, calm down, are you ok? Are they gone? Did you call the police?"

"I'm ok, they left when they realized I was home. The police are here they think I should find somewhere to stay for the night. I tried my parents but I can't get a hold of them, and my sister lives to far away…"

"I'll be there in five minutes, just hold tight ok?" Jim clicked down the receiver before she could even answer. He grabbed his jacket on the way out, it wasn't really cold but Pam might want it.

He made it to Pam's house in record time. He was glad he remembered where it was, he'd only been there once after dropping Pam off.

Pam was standing outside here arms wrapped tight around herself. There were there was a police car there with flashing lights. A policeman stood in front of Pam with note pad; Pam stumbled through his questions.

Jim walked up to Pam and wrapped his coat around her, and she gladly curled into it. "Thank you" she whispered, Pam was clearly shaken by the event.

"I think we're about done here," the Policeman said. "We'll do our best to catch this guy, you're lucky he didn't steal anything. Pam nodded.

Jim put his arm tentatively around her shoulder and much to his pleasure Pam leaned her heard against him. "Do you want to go inside and get anything?" Jim asked.

Pam only furiously shook her head. Jim guided her back to his car; they rode to his house in silence.

Pam sat down on Jim's couch and Jim was just about to ask if she wanted a drink when he heard and unmistakable sniffle.

"Pam are you ok?" She nodded because she was too afraid that if she said anything she would burst into tears.

"No you're not, I'm you best friend I know when you're not ok." Jim said sitting next to her.

"I'm…scared" Pam managed to choke out before bursting into tears.

Jim wrapped his arms around her. "It's ok Pam, everything's gonna be ok, I'm here for you."

Jim sat with Pam in his arms, trying to comfort her while simultaneously thinking he could kill Roy for leaving her alone. After a few minutes Pam's breathing became more even, and she sat up and wiped her eyes, even though they were red and puffy she still looked beautiful.

"I'm really sorry I ruined your evening" Pam said realizing there was a pizza next to the couch with an unopened bottle of beer.

"You didn't ruin anything, I was just going to watch a movie and now I have someone to watch it with." Jim said with his trademark half smile.

"Ok, what are we watching" Pam said starting to cheer up.

"Um, well, I was going to watch Enemy at the Gates," but you can pick whatever you want.

"I've never seen it, what's it about?"

"Um, well its about Vassili Zaitsev, the Russian sniper at the Battle of Stalingrad, it's one of my favorites but you probably wouldn't like it." Jim replied.

"It sounds good" Pam said finding the DVD and putting it in. She settled next to Jim and curled up with her head resting on him.

Jim smiled as the movie began. Pam was watching a movie with him; her head was on his shoulder. Jim beamed he could picture doing this every day for the rest of his life.

Jim didn't really watch the movie, he was too busy watching Pam; she watched movies very intently. Every time something exciting was about to happen she'd grip Jim's arm, and occasionally she would look up at him and Jim would have to quickly turn back to the movie.

Jim froze when he realized the next scene was a sex scene. Shit, he'd forgotten. As the scene began to unfold before him he became ultra-aware of Pam leaning against him, his soft skin touching his arm. Shit. He felt his blood begin to boil and rush. He couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking the same things as him.

As he watched the couple in the movie all he could think about was sex with Pam. It wasn't helping that Jim could feel her warm almost sensual breath on his arm, or her heart beat.

Pam felt Jim tense next to her, she looked over confused and noticed he was looking very intently past the TV as if concentrating very heard on something.

Jim was trying to calm down before Pam noticed. Michael Scott, Michael Scott, Michael Scott. Jim almost smirked, this worked much better than a cold shower.

The rest of the movie was easy to get through. Jim began to really enjoy watching a movie with Pam. The movie was over all too soon. It was about ten, as the movie was drawing to a close Pam began to get anxious. Jim had almost a sixth sense about Pam and he was pretty sure that she was dreading going to bed.

"Um, I'm not really tired yet, do you want to watch another movie"

Pam looked relieved "Yea, I would."

AN: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I think I still have two chapters left, and after that I guess we'll see. Please leave a review, criticism is welcome as long as its constructive. I hope you enjoyed.