Jim and Pam needed to feel the cool night air. They decided the best place for this would be the roof, as it was their usual meeting place.

It was a cool summer night, and Jim had promised himself that there would be no awkwardness between him and his best friend.

Because that was what Pam was. A best friend. And nothing more.

"It looks like it might rain," Pam said, searching the clouds. Jim laughed when a few drops began to fall.

"Did you step on a spider, Beesley?" he asked, wanting to use her last name as much as possible until it happened.

"Not that I know of," her voice was low. "Listen, I really don't - I mean. I really want you to…"

She fiddled with her ring finger. "What?" he asked, hope in his eyes.

"Jim don't go. I can't do this without you," she said, pointing over the railing at Michael and Dwight Irish step dancing together in the parking lot. "I can't live without you, Jim. I love Roy, but I'm in love with you." Jim simply stared up into the clouds. They were almost soaked, and he wasn't ready to go inside. He turned around to face Pam, looking into her eyes. "You're the one I want."

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her.

You're The One I Want

Jim and Pam

Jim and Pam now wear tight black motorcycle jackets and Pam wears stilettos. Pam has an outrageous perm.

Jim

I got chills, they're multiplyin', and I'm losin' control
Cause the power you're supplyin', it's electrifyin'

Pam

You better shape up, cause I need a man,
and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand,
to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

Pam and Jim shimmy. The entire office joins them on the roof, where Christmas lights and fog have appeared.

P: You're the one that I want
J: you are the one I want,

Office: ooh ooh ooh, honey
P: The one that I want

J: you are the one I want,
Office: ooh ooh ooh, honey
P: The one that I want

J: you are the one I want,
Office: ooh ooh ooh, honey
P: The one I need

Office: the one I need,
P: oh yes indeed

Office: yes indeed

The Office begins a choreographed dance routine. Roy, who doesn't know what's going on dances too.

"Angela baby, I love you!" Dwight calls from one side of the roof.

"I love you too!" Angela calls. They run to each other.

Michael dances his way closer and closer to Ryan. "I've got to tell you something right here and now."

Ryan stops dancing and turns to him. "What?"

"You're so damn hot." Michael leans in for a kiss.

Ryan puts a hand up. "Man, you are so plastered."

Dwight pipes up. "Actually, he only had one drink."

Jim and Pam board an old convertible

I better shape up,
cause you need a man
P: I need a man,
Who can keep me satisfied
J: I better shape up, if I'm gonna prove
P: You better prove, that my fate is justified
J: Are you sure?
P: Yes I'm sure down deep inside

You're the one that I want!

The rain finally stops. The car flies away into the moon.

Fin.