Pam gazed lovingly at the driver beside her. The swelling on Jim's cheek had subsided but the bruising was still visibly yellow and brown like an old banana. He'd told her how he really got the cut on his cheek when he heard that Pam's parents were on their way. She was pretty furious at Jim for not telling her but understood why he didn't. She couldn't stay cross for long; she couldn't deny she wouldn't have done the same thing. There was this trick he could do with his eyes that won her over, she'd have to learn how to deal with that, they could be dangerous. Roy looked pretty sheepish when he walked in with a bunch of roses and saw them holding hands. His chin was massively swollen and his hand was bandaged up. He tried to apologise, to arrange to take her home when she was ready but Pam turned him down. We've had our time Roy. Now her future was sat beside her. She liked watching his forearms and hands on the steering wheel, being able to look at Jim without darting her eyes away in case she was caught.

Jim caught Pam staring but she didn't turn away, she only smiled and laughed softly. She looks so happy. God, I'm so happy. Jim turned back to the road, he couldn't wait to get her home and out of the crowded hospital. They could never be alone, even the IV stand seemed like a spectator. They'd taken to calling it 'Dwangela' after the two most interfering people in the office. Soon we'll be alone, at last, no interruptions.

Jim pulled up outside Pam's apartment. "Home, sweet, home." Pam got out and Jim ran round to her. "Not so fast." He scooped her up in his arms and she let out a quiet squeal of surprise.

"Jim, I can walk!"

"You asked me to do this more often." He replies with faux innocence and a closed mouth smile as he tried to keep a straight face.

"I guess I did." She relaxed and laid her head against his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. She loved his smell, that faint hint of sports shower gel, the fabric softener he bought on Michael's birthday and that natural smell of Jim she could never really get close to at the office. Now she could drink it in.

"Here we are." Jim set her down and Pam put her key in the lock.

"I remember you holding me up here, it's the only thing I remember between you holding me in the elevator at work and here. I liked you holding me." Jim took both of his hands and wrapped them around her waist, this time pulling her much closer.

"I liked that too." Pam giggled slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stooped down to kiss her when a neighbour walked down the stairs from above.

"Ahem." Coughed the staid looking woman as she walked past. They pulled away and waited until she was out of earshot.

"So you miss Angela so much during your out of work hours you just had to live near her clone?"

"I've got one for vacations too." Her eyes sparkled; she was certainly feeling much better.

"Come on, let's get inside." He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her in. There was something about how he placed his hand so protectively that made Pam's heart flutter, his hands were so large, she felt tiny when he held her.

Pam walked inside and surveyed her apartment. It felt like it had been ages since she was last there but she'd only been gone three nights. A small bouquet of limp pink, red and white carnations sat on the table in her hallway, the note read:

"Get well soon, Pam

We miss you,

Love everyone at the office"

"They would have been more special but as more people got sick the niceness of the flower the flowers went down, Oscar and Kevin have it now. You were getting these nice paradise bird flowers."

She raised an eyebrow, "Birds of paradise?"

"Yeah, those!" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously; "You've got more presents waiting near the couch, go have a look." He gestured to the living room. Pam just looked at him, trying to work out what he was up to. There was always a special light in his eyes when he was up to something and usually she could read it. "Come on Pam, Michael's not waiting for you in there, I promise." Pam gave in and walked through. She was amazed to see an easel, stool, tubes of paint and all shapes and sizes of brushes.

"Oh my god!" she cast her hand over each item, taking note of the particular colours, burnt umber, sky blue, moss green, mustard, and each brush, checking their shapes, stiffness and size, "Are these badger hair?"

"Um, yeah, I asked for the good ones so I just went with what the owner suggested." Jim stood awkwardly, weighing up her reaction to the gift. "I figure as you're still on a week's rest you could dedicate some time to painting and I know you've wanted to work with proper oils for ages and your art class is on break so..." He grabbed the DVD jewel case from on top of the stool "Oh, there's more. There was a Bob Ross marathon on TV the other day so I tivo'ed it and put it on DVD, remember that guy with the afro?"

"And those happy accidents?" she smiled, the words seem to have more meaning after the last week. "I love Bob Ross. I can't believe this, thank you Jim." She went to embrace him but he took her hand instead.

"I have one more gift for you."

"More? Jim, you don't need to..."

"Sit down." Pam sat on the cream couch she'd been stricken on just a few days before and Jim sat beside her still holding her hand. Pam went to speak but before she could she met his eyes and knew there was no need to say anything. He leant forward a embraced her face with his free hand guiding her lips to his. Their lips met and sunk quickly into a passionate kiss. The world melted away as they both became lost in each other, their taste, their breath and their love encapsulated in the movement of their mouths and their hands, completely in sync with each other. Their lips eventually parted but their lips remained just inches away from each other. Breathless and barely able to speak they lay back on the sofa in each other's arms. Jim held Pam close and said, "That was the kiss I promised you."

So there it is, the last chapter. It was by far the most challenging chapter to write (weirdly) but I have enjoyed writing this story so much and I hope you've all enjoyed reading it too. I've written a little post story treat as I'm currently sick with The Office season four on DVD. That'll be up tomorrow as it still needs a little proofing as apparently my ability to spell is sick too!

Thank you to every reader and every reviewer, it's put a big ol' smile on my face the last week and a bit.