AN: I feel that I have a lot of fics already that I need to update but thank you everyone familiar with my work as well as new to my work for checking this fic out. I am currently trying to organize my life so that I'll have some more time with my fics but work and school get in the way a lot. Anyway, again, thank you for checking out my first 'The Office' fic ever

The Missing

Chapter One – The Accident

It was coming close to ten years. Ten years since they had left Dunder Mifflin Paper Company. Ten years since the last wrap on the documentary. Ten years since Dwight and Angela's wedding. Pam definitely knew that her life with Jim and their children had taken new turns, they had learned new things about themselves, met new people, made new friends, and were enjoying the kind of life that neither of them had dreamed of. This was a world full of charity dinners, limousines, trust funds for the kids, expensive vacations, and especially love, a lot of love.

Pam looked to the book that she was writing. She had developed her art skills after leaving her office administrator position and was able to publish some children's books. Maybe she would never be the best artist or illustrator out there but she at least did her best and had a lot of support. A lot of her ideas were drawn from the pranks that Jim had played twenty or ten years ago. People thought they were extremely funny.

As she checked over the pieces that she had done, she heard a knock on the office door and turned to see CC enter the room.

"Mom," she said with a sigh, "Can we talk? Dad's not here, is he?"

"Your father is talking to some hot shot baseball player," Pam said before putting her art supplies away. She looked at her daughter who was now a teenager.

Cecelia sighed, "I got asked to the high school homecoming," she said and Pam looked to her with a surprised smile. She had only just started high school and she already had a boyfriend? Her first, possible, boyfeind?. "By Darren. I really want to go but you know how protective Dad is."

"Your dad always means well, I think it's a good idea but there have to be some ground rules, okay?" Pam said and CC smiled excitedly. "We'll talk to your dad about what those might be and you know that I don't want you to rush into anything, you should treat every relationship as special but please don't agree to marry anyone unless you're absolutely certain."

Cecelia sat down, "You and Dad already told me about your fairytale romance and I've seen that documentary last year and the two that were made afterwards. I can't believe you made me wait so long to see them. I was in them, you know," she pouted and Pam laughed.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that I remembered that correctly," Pam joked with her. "I'd call him but this athlete is really important to your Dad's company. He's apparently the hottest new trend."

Cecelia rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it. People are already gossiping about whether I can ask Dad to get me an autograph," she said and Pam smiled, looking at her daughter and seeing so much of herself and her husband in her. They had grown a lot older over the past decade but they both could live in those happy moments of when they were still young and somewhat inexperienced about life and about love.

Pam heard her phone ring and picked it up. She saw Darryl's number. This could wait, her daughter had requested a conversation and Pam wanted to provide a loving family moment. The phone rang again and Pam tried to put it on the table but her eyes widened as she saw that there was a listing here. The nearby city hospital.

Pam felt her heart sink, her stomach plummet. Something was wrong. Something had happened.

"Mom, you look so pale," CC commented, "Answer it," she gestured.

Pam took the call and as she listened to the doctor's voice she could feel the pain through every part of her body. Something really had happened and she couldn't make sense of the phone call at all. She closed her eyes and bowed her head. "I'll be right there," she whispered before looking at Cecelia. She tried to get the tears from her eyes but her breath faltered.

"Mom?" she asked and Pam paled again, looking around frantically. "Go. You need to go somewhere I can feel it. I'll stay here and take care of Phillip."

Pam slowly breathed in and out before hugging her daughter close. "Your dad is at the hospital. I'll call as soon as I have any information. I love you two so much," she said and CC hugged her mother, her role model, close before seeing her dash from the house.

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When she had come into the hospital, Pam was still in a daze. She didn't quite understand what had happened. She couldn't understand what had happened. This was supposed to be a simple transaction and even if it had turned slightly more complicated, nobody could have expected hospitalization. She was greeted by a doctor as she tried to calm herself down.

"Hello, Mrs. Halpert," the doctor said before taking her down the hallway. "Your husband was moved out of the ER about ten minutes ago. He's stable. We're about to run an MRI on him to find out how extensive his injuries are."

Pam paled, an MRI machine? What had happened. Something had gone wrong and she had no idea what. As she followed the doctor down to the patient rooms, she saw the baseball star sitting on a bench. He immediately stood up and Pam just blinked at him. He seemed to have sustained a broken arm and a slight head injury but otherwise he was in good form. What did even that mean?

"You're Halpert's wife, right?" he asked and Pam nodded quickly, the situation still seemed a complete blur to her. "Thank your husband for me, all right? Without him I wouldn't be alive."

Pam opened her mouth to say something but no words would come out. It was only when the doctor stopped at the hospital room door and Pam could see Jim lying there with his head bandaged all the way around. He was hooked up to numerous devices with a cast over his arm and more bandages on his shoulder and upper body. Pam looked around, trying to take in the situation so that she could understand it better. The heart monitor with its slower beats made her nervous, the respirator scared her. Was it possible that without that mask on, Jim wouldn't have been able to breathe?

She looked at the doctor again, her anger and frustration giving her the fuel she needed in order to make any sort of action, "What happened?" she asked with tears in her eyes. Why was he like this? He shouldn't be like this.

End of Chapter One

Thank you for reading, reviews are appreciated

AN: When I write Chapter Two It will be longer than this