Jim was staring at his monitor for so long he felt his eyes cross. He pinched the bridge of his nose and willed them to refocus. He hadn't been able to concentrate on anything the entire day. All he could see was Pam's destroyed car, and the look on her face when he entered her apartment. Jim's mind was a garbage can of obscenities and daydreams. Thoughts of Roy appearing and what he would do if he ever saw the bastard again. Stop Jim. It's not helpful. He looked back at the screen and saw an IM had popped up. It was from Pam.
"Stop it, you're freaking me out." He smiled and looked around his monitor to give her a face. He wrote back, "Sorry, saw Dwight in the bathroom and am still recovering." He watched her face smile as her head shook at him in mock anger. She looked back down and typed : "You don't have to look so disgruntled. Michael's going to make Toby talk to you." He smirked. She knew if he could, he would have given her the finger.
She looked up at the clock and realized it was 4:45. They would have to leave soon and the reality of that morning would have to be dealt with. She didn't want to leave the safety of the office so she fiddled. Doing her faxes, cleaning out her jellybean's, anything not to have to leave yet. Thank goodness that Jim still looked like he was transfixed on whatever he was doing at the time.
"What'cha doing tonight Pam?" She hadn't realized she was staring off into the distance. It was Michael. She looked up, startled when she realized that most everyone had left for the day. "Oh, uh," She looked over at Jim for a way out. But he was still engrossed in some paperwork he inevitably had left till the last moment. "Just you know, hanging out probably." She shrugged. Michael looked from her to Jim and made an "O" face. "I see," he smirked. "Staying inside, having a little something something." He laughed at his own humor. She just made a face, trying not to encourage him. Eventually Michael, still laughing, said his goodnights and left. It was just Pam and Jim left in the building. No more doodling, she decided.
She got up from her desk and walked around to Jim's. She leaned against it until he realized she was there. "Oh hey," he smirked. She noticed that his eyes looked more worn and bloodshot than normal, and she wondered when the last time he slept.
"You ready?" She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around her chest. Jim looked confused as he looked around the empty office and finally to his watch. "It's 5:30?" He asked, alarmed at himself for misplacing time. She smiled down at him and smoothed the errant hairs out of his face. "I'm starved," she whispered, holding onto her stomach for emphasis. "You want to go to that Chinese place? I am ready for a little Mo Go Gui Pan." Jim mocked her with his eyes. He knew that she was avoiding, but a little distracting seemed fine to him right now. "Mo Go Gui what?" He mocked, feigning exasperation. She rolled her eyes, and pulled him out of his seat. "Shut up, let's go." She dragged him all the way to his coat pulled her hair up as he helped her slide into her own before putting his own on.
They walked arm in arm to the elevator and savored the comfortable silence. Finally he broke the silence with "Really, though Mo Go Gui Pan, Pam?" And shook his head as she smiled into his arm. She stood there, taking in his smell with her eyes closed, savoring the smell of his cologne and shower gel. She heard the ding of the elevator and expectantly opened her eyes to an empty elevator. Only it wasn't empty. She didn't have any time to react as she saw Roy, eyes red and bulgy start at them and heard Jim yell in surprise before she was pushed from the side onto to the hard carpeted floor.