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A/N: This chapter is probably my favorite chapter so far. It's really funny and there are some amazing scenes between Dwight and Pam. Yes, that's right. Dwight and Pam. I just want to give a big thanks to CoffeeObsessed for beta'ing this chapter for me. You totally rocked the house. Also, some nice scenes between Kelly and Ryan, so poeticgrace, this one's for you...

11:34 am

The camera panned the office. The office was pretty scarce due to several people on their lunch break. Creed was eating an apple. Meredith was drinking a 'protein shake'. . Stanley was taking a nap. Phyllis was knitting. Kevin was reorganizing his M&Ms by color, while Angela was shaking her head in disapproval. Pam was drinking some tea at her desk. Michael was in the middle of meditation in his office.

Dwight typed on his computer with sharp precision and such force that it made his desk, along with Jim's shake. Jim was increasingly agitated with the constant moving and it irritated his ankle. "Must you do that? The movement is hurting my ankle."

Dwight scoffed, "Are you seriously complaining about a sprained ankle?" He shook his head, "You're so weak."

Jim turned toward him, "It's not just sprained. I definitely fractured it."

Dwight faced him, "I didn't realize you were a doctor, Jim."

Jim shook his head, "I'm not a doctor. If I were, I would have gotten someone to examine you a long time ago."

Dwight scoffed, "Even for you that was a weak comeback." He started pounding on his keyboard again, "And don't try to get any worker's comp for that. It's not Michael's fault that you are clumsy."

Jim nodded, "But he did predict it, didn't he?" He noticed Dwight getting even angrier. Jim gave a satisfied smile to the camera.

Kelly came from the kitchen with a stack of cards in her hand. She started passing them around to each person or leaving them on the desks that were empty. She came up to Angela, "Here," she said.

Angela glanced at the cover which had margarita glasses and cocktail glasses with pink, yellow and green streamers. It also had glitter all over it, saying: 'You're invited!' Angela opened it up and said:

You have been invited to the radest party ever!

Plenty of fun music, dancing and food!

Have lots of fun and don't be afraid to let your hair down!

Come to Kelly's Birthday Party!

When: January 26, 2008

Where: My awesome place

RSVP: (812) 555-7856

ADMIT FOR ONE PERSON!!!

It had a huge kiss at the bottom, most likely put on by Kelly. Kelly smiled toothily, "I would really like it if you came, Angela. It could be really fun. And there will be plenty to eat and stuff." She batted her eyes, looking at Angela expectantly.

Angela looked back down at the card with a revolted expression across her face. She had never seen a more disgusting and unabashed card in her life. It dripped with dissipation and debauchery. She folded her arms, "No."

Kelly pouted her lips, "Oh please, please, please, Angela. I swear it will be so much fun. You can even bring someone, just come."

Angela continued to give Kelly a cold stare, "No." With that, she turned on her heel and sat back down at her desk

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"Kelly's invitation was pink, covered with alcoholic beverages and other filthy images." Angela shook her head in disgust, "She might as well have had the gates of hell painted on the front."

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Kelly nodded, "Fine, but you're gonna miss the best party ever!" She handed out Oscar and Kevin's invitations. "I'm sure you guys will come." She turned on her heel and headed toward Jim.

Kevin looked at his invitation, "You think there'll be good food?"

Oscar shrugged, "I don't know, maybe." He looked over Kevin, who looked worried. "Is everything okay?"

Kevin sighed, "No."

Oscar sat down, "What's going on?"

Kevin shrugged, "What isn't going on?" He looked at the invitation again, "Maybe there'll be good food. Like my final meal." With that, Kevin headed back to the break room.

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Dwight was standing at the copier, waiting for some pages to be printed out. He looked over at Pam, who was making up some spreadsheets. He leaned over toward her, "Pam?"

Pam turned around annoyed, "What?"

Dwight smacked his lips, "Is that how you speak to your superior?"

Pam shook her head, "You're not my superior, Dwight."

Dwight sighed exasperatedly, "Irregardless... I need you."

Pam turned a little more, "Excuse me?"

Dwight smacked his lips, "In your dreams, Pam."

Pam snarled in disgust, "Apparently."

Dwight rolled his eyes, "Just meet me in the kitchen in three minutes."

Pam looked up at Dwight, "Why?"

Dwight looked at her pleadingly, "Would you just… please?"

Pam nodded, "Fine." She started to get up when Dwight pushed her back down.

"Not now. Let me make the first move." He strutted past her and made his way toward the kitchen.

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"I am on a mission-a mission that is bigger than any I have ever partaken in. I will be victorious, and I will be strong and quick-witted. I will conquer, and I will fight to the death. I will do whatever is possible to make this wrong a right. And if it is a right... then I'll make a wrong. And no one, I repeat no one will stop me. I will save Michael Gary Scott from this imminent doom, if it kills me or the both of us. Pam can carry our bodies." Dwight nodded with finality.

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Pam stood up and walked past Jim, who mouthed, "What's going on?" Pam simply shrugged.

As she pushed the kitchen door open, Pam heard the door from the men's restroom open, with Dwight rushing at her, "Pam -

Pam grabbed her chest, "Jesus, Dwight. Why did you have to sneak up -

She was silenced by Dwight's hand on her mouth, "Silence." He took his hand off, with Pam immediately wiping her face from their contact.

Dwight rolled his eyes again, "Would you calm down?"

Pam crossed her arms, "Would you tell me why I'm here?" She gave him a defiant glare.

Dwight nodded, "I'm glad you're on board."

Pam looked confused, "On board for what?"

Dwight shook his head, realizing that he was already ahead of himself with the plans that needed to be carried out. "Pam Beesly, would you form an alliance... with me?" He looked down at her with a steely glare, trying his best to intimidate her.

Pam looked up at Dwight with a whisper of a smirk, "An alliance... with you... today?"

Dwight rolled his eyes, "No, Pam. Next week?"

Pam shrugged, "Good 'cause I'm kinda busy this week." She started to turn when Dwight grasped her shoulder.

"Pam, I need your help... Michael needs our help." He looked down at Pam with the same pleading expression.

"Michael? Why does Michael -" Pam was silenced again by Dwight's hand.

"Would you keep it to a dull roar, please? I don't want others to find out?" He shifted his eyes suspiciously while looking through the window into the office, making sure no one was looking at their conversation. Pam gave him the evil eye as she wiped her face for the second time.

"About Michael telling the future? I'm pretty sure everyone knows about that by now." Pam couldn't help a small smile from creeping onto her lips.

Dwight rolled his eyes, "Don't be an idiot, Pam. Michael's ability to tell the future is..." He looked at the office with a dazed expression on his face, as if he weren't looking at anything in particular.

"Is what?" Pam came closer to Dwight, simply because she wanted to remember everything in detail so that she could tell Jim later.

Dwight shook his head, "I need you to make the most awesome swear you ever made. Promise me that what we discuss will be completely and totally between us." He extended his pinky finger out to Pam.

Pam raised an eyebrow, "Pinky swear?" She bit her lip to keep back the laughter that was desperate to escape from her mouth.

Dwight nodded, "Pinky swear. The most iron-clad promise known to man." He moved his hand closer to her.

Pam nodded, "Why me?"

Dwight was taken aback by the question. He cleared his throat, "Well... I would have asked Jim, but... " Dwight looked through the window at Jim. "But he's clearly indisposed."

Pam turned to look at Jim, who was trying to scratch his ankel with a pencil when it broke in his makeshift cast, "You gotta be kidding me." He threw the broken half of pencil and tried to retrieve the other half, which was stuck in the cast, which only made Jim itch more.

Pam nodded, "Yeah... I kinda see your point."

Dwight nodded solemnly, "Yeah, well... we seemed to work pretty well before, so I figure I would recruit you on my quest."

Pam turned from a helpless Jim, "Quest? What are -

Dwight tried to silence her with his hand once again, but Pam stopped him, "If you do that one more time..." She gave him a menacing glare that quickly put Dwight in check.

Dwight nodded, "Um... the quest." He turned and began to pace in the kitchen. Pam crossed her arms again as she watched Dwight slowly but steadily descend into ludicrousness. "We are going to go on a quest to find the meaning of Michael's gift. We are going to find out how, when and why Michael was chosen to possess such an inhuman talent as observing into the unknown and foreseeing the future." He put his hands to his head in deep concentration, "We are going to find out, and that way we will be able to cease this and return the universe back to its normal state." After his monologue, he looked at Pam expectantly.

Pam looked up at him and nodded, "That is... very... optimistic." She started to pace as well, deciding to play along. Her afternoon did turn sour after Jim sprained his ankle, so she figured this was exactly what she needed to brighten both her and Jim's day. "We need a plan."

Dwight ran to the table, "Already taken care of." He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and unfolded it, revealing a very large sheet with a very detailed and strategic attack plan.

Pam looked over curiously, "How long have you been working on this?"

Dwight scoffed, "I've been working on this since I was about twelve." He smoothed out the corners and place paper cups to keep the corners down in place.

Pam tried to stifle a giggle, "Twelve? Dwight... why did you -

Dwight gave her a look to signal her silence, "More questions later. Right now, I need to discuss our first move."

Pam looked at her watch, "I need to get back to my desk." She looked out at Jim and knew he would die to be a part of this, "I'll meet you in the parking lot in a half hour, by the docks. We can carefully layout our first and second move." She gave Dwight a promising smirk. She stuck out her pinky finger and Dwight did the same. They crossed fingers and separated.

Dwight smirked as well, "I like the way you think, Pam. Maybe you're not a complete spazz after all." He folded up his sheet properly and returned it to his back pocket. He looked outside the window again to make sure the coast was clear. "Don't make any direct eye contact with Michael or with me at all times. Just act normal and natural. I will do the same." He proceeded to walk out the kitchen and march back to his desk.

Pam murmured under her breath, "Act normal, by who's standards?" She chuckled at herself and proceeded to walk out of the kitchen. As she passed Dwight's and Jim's desks, she gently nudged Jim in the side and then sat back down at her desk. She gave Dwight a small wink, which he returned as he continued to "play it cool", which for Dwight was reading his "Harry Potter" monthly newsletter that he subscribed to from 'Mugglenet'. Jim gave her a questioning look, but Pam simply winked at him and opened up a IM window:

PBEESLY: Can you keep a secret?

JHALPERT: Hmm... not sure. Depends on if it's a good secret.

PBEESLY: Oh... it's an awesome secret.

JHALPET: Spill.

PBEESLY: Before I spill... you have to promise the most awesome swear ever!

JHALPERT: Pinky swear?

PBEESLY: Obviously.

JHALPERT: Action: crossing his pinky with yours. Done and done.

PBEESLY: LOL. very good. okay... the secret is... (big pause)

JHALPERT: You cannot do that to anyone! Stop stalling! Tell me! I NEED TO KNOW!!!!

PBEESLY: Fine. So much for my omniscient pause. Okay... Dwight wants to do something secret.

JHALPERT: Sounds good so far.

PBEESLY: It involves an alliance.

JHALPERT: OMG! Okay, you have officially made my day.

PBEESLY: Oh, it gets better.

JHALPERT: what can be better than a secret alliance with Dwight?

PBEESLY: One that involves a quest, an attack plan and I'm pretty sure the kidnapping of Michael Scott.

PBEESLY: Jim? Are you still there? Hello?

JHALPERT: sorry... just had an overload of jokes and ideas to milk this for everything its worth. Good work, Pam.

PBEESLY: I didn't do anything. he recruited me.

JHALPERT: make me proud, Beesly. make me proud.

PBEESLY: Absolutely I will.

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12:23 pm

Michael came from out of his office holding up a sign which read: "Wanna Know Your Luck? Give Me A Buck!". The camera panned the office, catching the expressions of the other employees reactions. Stanley gave an exasperatedly sigh, and went back to his crossword puzzle. Phyllis bit her lip. Andy nodded in agreement. Creed pulled out his wallet and started heading over to Michael. Michael, who still had his turban on, was now wearing his Dunder Mifflin bathrobe from Christmas last year. He started to tape the poster to his window when Pam interrupted, "What do you think you're -" She was interrupted by a pencil eraser that was thrown at her head. "Ow!"

Dwight gave her a warning glare, jerking his head towards Michael and shaking his head. Michael turned around, looking confused. Pam cleared her throat, "What do you think you're... um ankle is doing, Jim?" She looked over at Jim with pleading eyes.

Jim cleared his throat, "Oh yeah... my ankle. It's feeling better, but it still hurts."

Michael shook his head, "Suck it up, Jim. Trust me, that's nothing compared to the pain you'll have in a few years." He continued to straighten his poster.

Jim looked startled, "What do you mean - " At that moment, Ryan came in.

Ryan looked around the office and noticed that the couch wasn't at reception any longer. "Where's the couch?"

Pam glanced at the conference room, "In there."

Ryan looked confused, "Why was it in there?"

Phyllis quipped, "Because Michael hurt himself."

Ryan yelled, "Did you grill your foot again."

Michael scoffed, "No I didn't Ryan. It was something that was out of my hands."

Darryl intercepted, "He was messin' around in the warehouse and got hit in the head with a fallen box." Darryl gave Ryan the once-over and rolled his eyes.

Ryan noticed and straightened his tie, "Michael, I need to speak with you. In your office." Ryan turned toward Michael's office, when he noticed Kelly and her stack of cards in her hand. She looked at him for a brief moment and turned to walk back to the annex. Ryan sighed and proceeded to walk into Michael's office.

Michael followed and sat back on his desk. Ryan looked up, "What do you think you're doing?"

Michael looked down and shrugged, "What does it look like? I'm trying to connect with a higher being... duh. Also known as 'meditation'."

Ryan rolled his eyes, "Would you just sit in your chair?" Ryan started shifting in his chair. "I came down here to talk to you about the new quarter filing system, but that can wait." He turned to look at Michael's poster outside the window, "Are you extorting your employees? I thought we discussed that if you're having financial issues, that you could come to our financial counselor at Corporate."

Michael rolled his eyes, "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Poor, sweet, delusional Ryan. You think I'm 'extorting' my employees. How dare you? You are gross." He straightened out his turban, "I am simply supplying my employees with the knowledge of the future and quoting them a reasonable price. I don't think that's too much to ask."

Ryan rolled his eyes, "That's what extortion means."

Michael looked skeptical, "Really? So why is everyone in Washington saying that extortion kill babies?" He folded his arms, looking at the camera with a self-assured smile.

Ryan sighed, "That's abortion. Not extortion." He shook his head, "Look... I really don't care what think you're doing or how it's benefiting the office in some way because it's not, okay? Just sell paper, Michael. That's all I want you to do. Sell paper and run this branch."

Michael scoffed, "What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving my employees the knowledge that no other branch has the resources to give. I am giving them invaluable resources that they can use for the rest of the branch. So tell me, how is that not in any way not the way to run a branch?"

Ryan sighed, "By giving them visions of the future?! Look, I really don't have time for this. Just take off that ridiculous turban and that bathrobe and be a manager, please?" He collected his briefcase and stood up. "I'm going to be holding a meeting in the conference at 1:30. By that time, I want the couch back to where it belongs and I want everyone in proper attire. And that includes you."

Michael stood up, "You cannot silence the future."

Ryan cleared his throat, "You can't tell the future, Michael." He turned toward the door.

Michael jerked a bit and whispered loudly, "Her happiness is in your hands." He jerked again and than ceased. He sat back down as Ryan turned toward him.

"What did you say?" Ryan looked at Michael as Michael fixed his turban again.

Michael looked up confused, "Did I say something?"

Ryan shook his head, "No, never mind." He turned and left Michael's office and headed into the conference room.

Michael walked to his doorway, "Come one, come all! Open for business." He walked back into his office as Creed and Kevin went into his office after him.

Jim scooted his chair to read the poster. Pam joined him, "I can't believe he made a poster."

Jim nodded, "I know. But you have to admit, it's pretty catchy." He chuckled as he read the whole thing, "Oh my God, look." He pointed at the bottom, "He made fine print."

Pam giggled, "'Service surcharge: $18.99'. Is he serious?" She giggled some more.

Jim laughed, "Service charge? What the hell is he doing besides conversing with higher beings?"

Pam stifled another round of giggles, "Perhaps the process takes a lot out of a person."

Jim nodded, "Apparently." They both nodded as Dwight walked over to Pam.

He looked down at Jim, "Don't you have someplace to be right now?"

Jim shook his head, "Nope."

Dwight scoffed, "Pam, I need your help with something in my car." He jerked his head and gave her a wink, which made both Pam and Jim recoil.

Pam nodded, "Okay, be down there in a sec." As Dwight walked off, she shook from disgust, "Yeesh."

Jim shrugged, "Well... at least there's those newly installed flood lights so you won't have to worry about any dark corners."

Pam gave Jim a mean glare, "Shut up." She playfully hit his arm and went to the coat rack to grip her coat. She gave Jim a wink, similar to Dwight's and headed out the door.

Jim yelled beyond, "I'll remember you fondly."

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More to come. In the next chapter, more predictions and Kevin may find a solution to his problem. Keep reading!

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