"Hey," Jim said as he approached reception. He casually put his elbows on the oh – so familiar desk that Pam Beesley (soon to be Halpert) sat at Monday through Friday.

"Hi," Pam said with a soft smile, "So I haven't seen you all day today!"

"Yeah well, clients….err!" Jim pretended to be frustrated. He sort of was, but most of all, he was anxious. Pam just responded with a giggle. Jim just smiled; I could never get sick of this… he thought to himself. He opened his mouth to say something, when a beeping noise came from his computer. His face dropped as he looked up at the company clock. 4:30 pm. Never once returning his gaze to Pam, Jim said "Be right back…" and walked into the offices of Michael Scott.

"Jimborino, big night!" Michael joked as Jim approached his desk.

"Yes it is," he said with a breath, "Yes it is. Um, I need one more favor though."

"You name it, pal."

"I need the keys to the office."

Michael returned Jim's request with a blank expression.

"Well, I think she would get curious if all of us walked out at once. But if I look a few doors, I think that might save her the surprise!" Jim was pleased. So was Michael. He pulled out the bottom drawer on the left hand side of his desk. Inside, were a few folders, lose papers, and garbage. After shuffling around for a few moments, he finally was holding the spare key to the office.

"Take good care of this," Michael said as he handed the key over to Jim.

"Trust me, I will…" Jim was staring greedily at the key. He began to walk out before stopping and addressing Michael once again,

"And Michael? Thanks…thanks for everything." Michael smiled, but Jim couldn't see. He was already outside his office, busy locking doors left and right.

In the meantime, Michael was getting ready to announce the "secret word" he and Jim had worked out earlier to cue the departure of the office. He was putting the chair back that Jan had pulled out, when he noticed some papers on the floor. Out of curiosity, he bent over and picked these papers up before realizing these belonged to Jan. He knew he shouldn't have looked, but it was his semi – baby, so it couldn't hurt to just glance at it. The paper he was holding was the official legal guardian information sheet. Under mother's name was the neatly printed, "Levinson, Jan." That was normal.

What was not normal was under father's name; the chicken scratch resemblance of what appeared to be, "McKinley, Hunter."

Under 'form of insemination' the box "sperm bank donor (artificial insemination)" was not checked. However, there was a huge, red check next to the words "natural insemination". Jan had not gone to the sperm bank for this baby; she had gone to Hunter. Michael had seen enough. In an act of defiance, he took the sheet of paper and tore if in half. Then, he took those halves and tore them into fourths before finally throwing them in the garbage. He felt good about it. Not betrayed, not hurt, but good. Hunter could do Lamaze class with Jan. Hunter could listen to Jan's whining and complaining. But most importantly, Michael could live his life; free of Jan. That's why when he went out to address the office; he was wearing a huge smile on his face.

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Pam was doing some doodles of her stapler when Jim stepped out of his Michael's office. Her head jerked up excitedly, hoping he was coming to talk to her. But instead, he was going to lock the conference room. He frantically ran to the kitchen, opened the door to the annex and said something. She wasn't sure what he had said, but Holly, Dwight and Angela all stepped out of the annex, into the kitchen, and into the bullpen. Dwight and Angela looked like they had spent some time at the break room, while Holly was innocently doing some faxes. Andy gave Angela a big hug when she walked into the room.

"Where have you been, buttercup?"

"Oh. Just…looking for wedding dresses in a catalogue...I found in the break room, which is why I don't have it with me." Angela was frantically looking for excuses, while Dwight meekly nodded his head in a lame attempt of agreement. Jim turned around and locked the door to the annex. He opened both the men and women's restroom. Nobody came out of there. He quickly locked the door to the kitchen and shuffled over to reception.

"Hey," Jim smiled at Pam. Pam returned the gesture as Michael stepped out of his office.

"Okay team," Michael said gladly, casually locking his own door, "Mixed Berry Yogurt!" At his command, the office began to empty out. Jim quickly ran next to Michael and whispered in his ear,

"Do you have your key?"

"Yes I do."

"And your cell phone?"

"Yesh…"

"Good," Jim glanced back at Pam, who was starting to walk out of the office. With his heart beating out of his chest, Jim managed to block Pam's exiting the office.

"Hey! Wait a second!" Jim said in a panic as the last of the office filed out of the door.

"Yes?" Pam asked dumb-founded. Jim took a moment to think about what he was going to do next, before realizing the easiest solution. He took his hands and cradled her face with them and before she knew it, Jim had planted a soft, nice kiss on her forehead.

"I love you." Jim said as he gazed into her eyes. He felt a smile creeping on his face, and Pam was beaming with delight.

"I love you, too." Jim finally removed his hands before continuing on with the plan. He wiggled his fingers behind his back, like he was playing an invisible keyboard. Michael, as instructed, watched through the window and pulled out his phone. Frantically typing numbers, the phone inside the office began to beep.

"Ah, looks like you have to do your job, Beesley." Jim said playfully. Pam rolled her eyes and started back to her desk. Jim took his chance. He turned around and began running out the door, just as Pam was about to sit down. He heard her chair swivel as she took her seat, just as he opened the door of the office. And right before he exited and looked the door, he heard "Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam."

Jim had successfully done the impossible: he had managed to lock Pam inside the office, but not before leaving a special gift for her inside the flower plant.

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Pam asked a few times into the phone, "Hello? Dunder Mifflin? Hello? Is anyone there?" before hanging up. She noticed Jim had left her, so she made her way to the door. She gently pushed down on the handle, only to feel it jam up. With curiosity and determination, she put all the effort she could into jiggling the frozen door handle. However, the door handle did not budge! It only took her a few moments to step back and realize that the door was locked.

"What the hell, Jim?!"