A/N: This is the beginning of my original part 3 the final portion of the story. Thanks to everyone for reading so far, hope you guys enjoy!

Day 236: 6:54am

He still had seven minutes before the alarm went off but he had been awake for at least an hour, his mind racing about the decision that he had yet to make. He lay on his back, one hand resting behind his head as he stared at the ceiling and went over his options as he had done a hundred times before. He could take the job, which meant a pay raise and the prospect of not having the cameras around very long. But it also meant having to spend the first four months of his marriage away from her. Or he could stay and nothing would change. They would get their small summer break from the documentary crew, but they would have another year with the same contract. His head spun as he debated the pros and cons of each option and concluded that he didn't care for either choice.

He turned on his side to face her. She was curled up on her side, her back towards him, her chest rising and falling as she steadily breathed in her sleep. He gently brushed a hand through her hair, loving the silky of feel of it in his fingers. She looked so beautiful as she slept and his heart ached at the prospect of ever having to leave her. He wasn't sure it was something he could ever do. So many nights he had spent next to her that the idea of her not being there was hard to comprehend. He had gone back and forth so many times in the past two weeks over the decision but if asked now, as he watched her sleeping gently, he would flat out refuse to go.

His eyes wandered lower until they rested on the glittering diamond on her hand. With only a month until the wedding, everything couldn't be more ready. Pam had made sure every detail had been taken care of and with the exception of a things that would have to be taken care of last minute, they were all set. A month to go and the thought made his heart flutter. She would be his wife. His wife, he repeated to himself as he lightly traced his fingers over her hand, careful not to wake her. He loved the sound of that.

With a sigh, he rolled onto his back again. If only he could concentrate on the wedding instead of what happened when documentary crew returned. The idea of their return was why he contemplated going to Stamford at all. After eight months of them sticking cameras in his life, he was ready to be done. He looked out the window at the still dark sky and thought about Connecticut. It was only a few hours away, Jen had explained to him. Close enough that Pam could visit as often as she wanted to. But still, it felt far.

Pam stirred in her sleep and Jim turned back towards her. "Jim?" came a quite muffled tone.

"Yeah?" Jim responded, coming close to whisper in her ear.

She turned and her eyes drifted open. "You keep tossing," she said sleepily.

"I'm sorry, it's alright," he assured her though he knew she worried about him. "You have a few minutes if you want to go back to sleep."

She eyed him curiously. "What are you thinking about?"

"You," he said with a grin. He bent down and gave her a kiss on the nose.

She reached out and brushed a few strands of hair off his forehead. "I love you," she responded.

"I know," he replied. "It's just…going to be a long day."

A smile crossed her lips and her eyes widened in realization as she became more awake. "Hey, that casino thing is tonight. That should be fun, right?"

It usually was but that was the deadline. He had until the casino night in the warehouse ended to make his decision or the Stamford deal would be off the table and they would be stuck with the cameras for another year. "Yeah," he breathed.

9:57am

The morning started better than he anticipated. Not only had Dwight come in his dead grandfather's tux but also he had been able to get Dwight to believe he had telepathic powers. And, of course, Pam had helped wondrously with that. Another mark went to the 'stay' column on the invisible tally chart in his head. It was becoming harder and harder to find reasons to go.

Despite the cameras in his face and the huge pile of work that he knew he wouldn't be finishing that day he was beginning to become optimistic. That was until Jen called him in the conference room for a one on one meeting. There were few people on the planet that Jim truly disliked. Jen Wilson was one of them.

The first thing he noticed when he entered the conference room and took his usual seat next the window was that the cameramen were not present. This would be a private meeting. As Jen shut the door, he took the chance to throw Pam a helpless look. He saw Pam crane her neck from reception but the door was closed before their eyes met. Jen turned around and leaned against the table.

"Well?" she asked impatiently.

"Well what?" Jim gave back.

"Have you made your decision?" she snarled. She didn't like playing around.

"I thought I had until after the casino thing," Jim said slowly. "Midnight or something like that?"

"Technically, you do, but I thought we'd just get this thing over with now," Jen said.

Jim let out a sigh. His eyes wondered past Jen and to the window facing the office where he could see Pam walking across the room, handing Stanley a memo. In that moment, he couldn't imagine not being in the same place as her every day. He couldn't do it. "I, uh, don't think I am going to take the job," he replied softly.

Jen pursed her lips. "You do realize that if you stay, nothing changes. The contract we give you will be exactly the same. Despite whatever happens tonight, the status quo won't be pushed any further forward. True, Roy would be out of the picture but that doesn't mean that we would let you be together on screen. I know the two of you have been struggling with this for the past eight months. Do you really want to try to put your marriage through that?"

Jim's eyes widened. Jen never had looked out for their best interest and was confused as to why she was so anxious for him to leave. "You want me to take the job?" he asked.

"Yes," Jen said plainly.

"Why?" he asked hesitantly. "From what you told me earlier, I was under the belief that if I left for Stamford, the camera crew would only be around for a few months. Then Pam and I would be free of any contract. I thought you people were looking for some great story."

"The benefactor does," Jen answered seriously. "I don't. I'm not going to lie I think when this documentary comes out it will work just fine without any romance angle. Truth is, the two of you have been just as much of a pain in my side as I have been in yours. I'm not supposed to be swaying you one way or the other, but if I can get you to leave Scranton, it'll give me less of a headache to deal with. I can go back to making an actual documentary."

"So, you want me to do this so I can make your life easier?" Jim asked, not believing that after all the crap they had gone through, him leaving would be a benefit to Jen. "Well, that certainly changes my mind," he added sarcastically.

"It'll be better for you in the long run," Jen gave. He could tell she was irritated, as she often was with him, but he could tell there was a little bit of concern in her eyes. "You go, the cameras will only be there for a few months, we can wrap up this absurd love story and you will end up with a better job in a better place than this dying town. Besides, this branch isn't going to be around that much longer anyway, I'd get out while you still can."

"What are you talking about?" He didn't like how she was being cryptic about the closing of the branch. "How could you possibly know when or even if Scranton is closing?"

"Oh, come on, Jim," Jen let out. "Anyone can see it from a mile away. The way this branch is run? Dunder-Mifflin can't afford to keep this branch going." She gave him an evil smile. "Not for long anyway. So, do you still want to stay?"

Jim sunk low in his chair. So much for the decision, he thought. "I'll give you my answer tonight," he replied.

11:47am

Kevin was in a rock band. He wasn't sure how he never knew this but he supposed he didn't know everything about his coworkers. But man, he wished he could actually book Scrantonicity for their wedding. He would never really consider it; he took the wedding preparations as seriously as Pam did but even though Scrantonicity sounded as horrible as the rest of the bands they had been watching, Kevin playing the drums in that hat was one of the best things he had seen all day.

He smiled as they popped in the next tape, the one with the Kiss cover band. He didn't think anyone would ever want to use Kiss covers at their wedding but who knew? Pam looked happy though as she swayed back and forth while listening to music that made Scrantonicity look like a professional rock group. She had seemed happier these days. Maybe it was planning the wedding, which he knew she loved doing, or maybe it was the fact that the cameras were going to be gone for the summer. He wasn't sure why exactly, but coming to work didn't seem so bad anymore, for her at least.

"Hey, can we talk a sec?" he asked when the cameraman decided to go on break. The tape of the Kiss cover band was over and she got up to replace it with another. He could tell the seriousness in his voice startled her so she didn't turn on the tape and turned her attention to him.

"What's up Jim? Don't want to go with a band at all?" She tried to joke but it didn't stop the worry line from forming on her brow.

"No," he let out a forced laugh. "How would you feel if I got a new job?"

She eyed him suspiciously. "Jim, we've talked about this plenty of times. Of course I would love it if you got a new job. And you'd be thrilled if I got a new job. Do you want to start looking after the wedding? I mean, if we find some jobs over the summer, then we don't have to deal with this stupid documentary anymore."

"Right," Jim replied distracted. "But what would you say if I got a job that required us to be apart?"

"Apart?" she asked, unsure. "As in not working together? Plenty of couples don't work together and they function just fine." She gave him a hopeful smile.

He shifted uneasily in his seat. "No, I'm sure we'd be fine if we worked in separate places but… what if we had to live apart for awhile. I mean, what if I got this really good job opportunity, and it would be only for a short while, but we had to live in different places?"

He could tell she wasn't quite understanding what he was saying. "I don't want to be away from you," she responded after a moment of thinking it over. "In fact, I hate the idea of ever having to be away from you but Jim, if you've found something and it really is that good of an opportunity. I would really like to discuss it because if it really was better then I think we could manage."

Jim nodded. "Okay…"

"Does this have to do with what Jen talked to you about earlier?" she questioned.

"Kind of," Jim replied. He had been holding off from telling her about anything for a long time. In truth, he had never anticipated wanting to go and while he contemplated it, there was never a doubt in his mind that he would stay. But now that he knew she would be on board and the more he thought of what a better opportunity it would be, it was time to discuss the real possibility of leaving Scranton.

But before he could actually say anything about the transfer, the cameramen return from their break. Jim let out a sigh as they entered the conference room. The conversation would have to wait until later.

"We can talk about it later, alright?" he asked.

She nodded but he noticed that he had worried her.

"You are amazing, you know that?" he offered in the charming voice that he knew usually made her feel better.

"I know," she said with a half smile. "You know what else is amazing?" she asked pointing the remote at the TV. "Forty year old guys singing Backstreet Boys songs."

Jim's eyes grew wide. "Really? That's what's on this tape?" She nodded. "I hope they dance."

Pam giggled as she pushed play.