Here's Chapter 4 everyone. Thanks so much for all the reviews and such. I really appreciate it. You guys are great.

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Chapter 4 – The Invitation

Pam sat down behind her desk and peered over her computer screen at Jim, who was still standing in the kitchen. She watched him sigh heavily and then walk out of the kitchen, over to Michael's office door and knock.

"Come in," Michael said and Jim pushed the door open. "Jimbo, what's going on?"

Jim didn't walk into the office, but instead leaned against the door handle and said, "I'm playing a pick-up basketball game with a few of the guys tonight and I was wondering if you and Dwight would be interested in coming along?" Pam watched Dwight's head pop up from his computer screen, a look of confused annoyance on his face. He got up quickly and walked to where Jim was standing in the doorway.

Michael was already answering. "Yeah. Yeah!" he said. "I knew I made an impression on you when we played that time with the warehouse guys. I mean, you're good," Michael was standing up and moving to the front of his desk. He sat down on it and crossed his arms over his chest. "But, the truth is, I'm just way better." Jim looked down, obviously trying to bite back a retort. Michael observed the motion as an admittance of shame. "It's okay to feel bad," Michael said. "You're just too big and gangly to play basketball."

Jim looked up. "Right." He dragged out the word.

Dwight piped in, "Michael, Jim's mammoth size is almost always considered a requirement for national basketball players. He has good hand-eye coordination and a near-perfect free-throw percentage." Jim looked over Dwight's head at Pam, who looked impressed at his knowledge.

Jim looked back at Dwight and said, "Wow Dwight. I didn't know you knew that."

Dwight started to speak, but Michael cut him off and said, "Whatever. Look, are you two dating or something. God. We all know I'm the superior player, that's why you're so interested in having me play tonight." He turned towards Dwight. "And don't worry about clearing your busy beet schedule Dwight. We won't be needing you."

Dwight countered, "Fact: I play basketball everyday with Mose. Fact: I have a better free-throw percentage than Jim. Fact: I will be victorious."

"Really? I've been to your place Dwight, I didn't see any basketball hoop," Jim said, crossing his arms in front of him.

Dwight stood up straighter and said in a haughty voice, "Beets are good for something other than essential vitamins and minerals, Jim."

Pam almost burst out laughing and ducked down behind her computer screen.

Jim looked at Dwight for a second and then said, "Right. Okay, well Dwight I can't wait to see your new moves." Michael scoffed and turned back around to sit at his desk. "We start around 6:00 and we all go out for beers and wings afterwards. I hope you guys can make it."

Jim walked away from the door and glanced over at Pam who was trying not to laugh while she answered the phone. "I'll be there," Michael called after him and Dwight followed Jim to the desks. They both sat down and Jim started to type on his computer. Dwight stared at Jim.

After a couple minutes, Jim turned his attention to Dwight and sighed. "Yes Dwight?"

"I'm curious," Dwight started and reached over to adjust his bobble head. "Why are you inviting Michael and me to play basketball?" Before Jim could answer he continued. "You don't invite us to anything."

Jim sighed again and turned back to his computer. Dwight continued to stare at him. Finally, without looking at him, Jim answered, "Just trying something new Dwight."

A small, wicked-looking smile spread Dwight's face and he turned back to his own computer to work. Jim lifted his eyes to Pam's and then heard an IM pop up on his screen. He looked down and read:

PamelaBeesley: Don't worry, I will so be there tonight to watch.

PamelaBeesley: Just to make sure you finish your dare.

Jim looked back up at her, a smile on her lips and he turned back to write back.

Pam read the answer on her screen:

JamesHalpert: You really suck.

Pam laughed and then answered the phone.

There you guys go. I hope you enjoyed it. Another chapter today or tomorrow. Thanks!