Disclaimer: I don't own the Office. It owns me.

A/N: Okay... I'm pushing forward and finishing this thing. I want to finish some of these stories before the season starts, and I hope that it doesn't suck this year. Yes, I said it. Season Four sucked, there it is! At any rate, I hope you all are still enjoying this zany story of mine and read it 'til the end.

Also, I want to give a BIG thanks to Malon A. Lupin for beta this chapter for me. You sir, are awesome! Thanks so much! Without further adieu, the next installment of "The Gift".

2:57 pm

Pam and Dwight were going down the road, driving fast as they approached the outskirts of Scranton. Before long, they were nearing the beginning of Schrute Farms. Pam watched on as Dwight continued down the winding road.

Michael wiggled more in his sack. "Pam? If you're there Pam, blink your eyes."

"How could you tell? You can't see anything."

"That's exactly something you'd say! Pam, what the hell is going on? Where are we going? Is there any food out there?"

Dwight turned around, "Silence!" He turned to Pam, "Do not listen to him. He doesn't know what he's saying."

"I'm pretty sure he knows -"

"Pam, I need you to trust me." He parked his car off to the side of the barn. "I'm gonna grab Mose. I need you to stay here and keep an eye on our prisoner."

Pam shifted her eyes back and forth from Dwight to Michael. She wasn't sure which was worse, staying in the car with Michael or helping Dwight and Mose. "Fine."

Dwight nodded. "I'll be back in five." He nudged the sack. "And you better still be in there when I get back." With that, he took off.

Pam leaned back, feeling Michael behind her chair. "Pam?"

"Yes, Michael?"

"Is Dwight gonna kill me? I cannot get killed like this. I know I'm not supposed to die like this. I will die if Dwight is the one who takes me out."

Pam rolled her eyes. "No one's is going to kill you, Michael."

"Thank God. That would be so lame. I mean really... Dwight? He doesn't have what it takes to handle this man meat."

Without warning, Dwight opened the trunk, grabbing Michael roughly and throwing him over his back. "C'mon Pam. Mose is preparing."

"For what?"

"You'll see soon enough." He trudged forward toward the barn, opening the door for himself and leaving it cracked for Pam.

As she stepped inside, her eyes widened as she saw the once peaceful barn that housed cows, goats and chickens, now housed something far more perverse. "Oh... my God!"

Kevin was in the break room writing on a legal pad when Toby walked into the room. "Hey Kev."

Kevin looked up. "Hey Toby." He bit his lip, nodding as he wrote something else down.

"What you got there?"

"Uh... just some ideas."

"Brainstorming, huh?" Toby took a seat at Kevin's table. "About what?"

Kevin shrugged. "You know... about my problem."

Toby nodded. "Yeah, I heard about that." He walked over to Kevin's table, taking a seat. "You need any help?"

Kevin's smile widened. "Definitely, man." He showed him his list. "I have a few things down already, but nothing seems really good."

"Well... let's see." Toby scanned the list, squinting his eyes over Kevin's handwriting. "What's this one? 'Marry a heir'?"

Kevin snickered."I figured I could... you know... marry an heir and get some of their money."

Toby sighed. "But aren't you engaged... to Stacey."

"Right..." Kevin bite his lip. "What about the other ones?"

Toby scanned the remainder of the ideas, shaking his head. "It's pretty much the same thing. All of these involve you getting money from someone else through either marriage, inheritance, or... which one is this?" He pointed to something new the bottom.

Kevin nodded. "Oh... I thought I could sell the rights to my life story or something."

Toby gave the camera and Kevin an intrigued look. "Do you have something that happened to you that someone would actually want to see on the big screen?"

Kevin shrugged. "Most of the stuff they put in movies anyway is to make the thing interesting. I thought I could beat them to the punch."

Toby nodded. "Have you... you know... thought about getting a second job? You know... getting the money yourself... somehow..."

Kevin thought about what Darryl was talking about early, working in the Mafia. "Um... I don't think I'm ready to go that route."

Toby shrugged. "Well... if you change your mind, a friend of mine needs a bartender for a few of his parties. The pay's pretty good too." He handed him a business card. "You should give him a call." Toby stood up, "Hope everything works out for you."

Kevin looked down at the number, nodding slightly. "Yeah, me too."

Kelly was standing by the copier when Angela walked past. Angela watched Kelly staring at the machine, looking blank. She rolled her eyes. "Are you using that?"

Kelly shook her head. "Oh, no... go ahead." She stepped behind Pam's desk, taking a seat. She looked over at Pam's desk, finding a picture of Pam and Jim on the far corner, tucked away behind the monitor. She smirked, feeling a small pang in her chest. She noticed Angela looking at her, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Angela cleared her throat. "You're less... chatty this afternoon."

"Yeah, so?"

"Just noticed." Angela turned back around toward her desk, stopping short. "I don't normally do this..."

"Do what?"

"Give away my word of advice." Angela sighed. "As a Christian woman, I am obligated to give the good word to those in need, and seeing that your birthday is coming this weekend, I'd figure I would give you my advice as my present to you."

"Oh... you don't have to -"

"If you want happiness, you have to fight for it. No matter what." With that, Angela turned back around and walked back to her desk.

--

"Am I friends with Kelly? No... never. But I feel even the slut in the office deserves a shot at happiness. Even if it's immoral and devious, no one deserves to be unhappy... Besides, in the past five months, I have bought more Kleenex for this office than I have in the past five years." Angela sighed. "Frankly, the usage of tissue is not keeping up with inflation so, it's both for Kelly and economically speaking as the supervising accountant to make sure that she handles her home life outside of the office." She nodded. "By the way, have you seen Dwight from sales?" She shifted her eyes, "I... uh... need to ask him about some... sales."

--

Kelly looked toward the kitchen, and saw Darryl at the counter. She smirked, knowing that she and Darryl were happy in their own way. He made her laugh, he was understanding and he told her what was on her mind. He didn't shut her out like Ryan had for so long. Darryl was honest with her, telling her what he wanted in their relationship, leaving the games that she played with every other guy to the wayside. It was refreshing to be with someone who actually wanted to have a relationship, that they seemed committed. She wanted more than anything to have that, and she was glad she found that with Darryl. But as she saw Ryan walk through the office door, she couldn't help feeling her heart walk alongside him. She caught him glance her way and even thought for a moment that he smiled. Before she could move, the phone rang, "Dunder Mifflin, this is Kelly."

Pam walked into the spacious farm and saw Mose toward the middle, wrapping several feet of chain around the legs of an old wooden chair. She walked closer when a large light flashed above the chair. A moment later, Dwight dragged Michael into the chair, restraining him to its legs, making sure he couldn't escape. Michael wiggled, trying to break free. "Let me the BLEEP go!" he screamed.

Pam stepped away cautiously. Suddenly Mose stood was standing beside her, "Hey Pam."

"Oh... hey Mose." She crossed her arms, uncomfortable with the calmness Mose held.

"How's Jim?"

Pam grimaced, trying to sound not as nervous as she felt. "Not too good." She sighed. "He kinda broke his ankle."

Mose seemed to take on a more demented glare toward Michael, "Did he do that to him?"

Before Pam got respond, Mose nodded, "We'll fix him." He proceeded to grab a few buckets of water and a paddle.

Pam, seeing the wooden paddle, ran over to Dwight's side. "What the hell do you have in mind? I mean... I think we've gone a little too far. It was fun at first, but now -"

Dwight's eyes blazed, dropping the paddle. "Fun? You call getting a hospital burned down to the ground fun? You think your precious Halpert's broken ankle is fun? Look woman... we're going to be conducting a number of different tests and tactics to remove whatever demon spirit or figure has possessed Michael Scott. We can only hope we don't lose Michael in the process."

"What, like some kind of exorcism?"

Dwight scoffed. "Please Pam. Let's just say that these are more of the Pagan's way of getting things done."

Michael wiggled some more, "Pagan? What the hell is that?"

Mose nodded. "Oh... well... it was a historical period during the early 100's 'til about -"

Dwight waved at Mose. "Ssh." He pushed Pam aside. "Your work is finished here. Thank you for your assistance, Pam. You have been most helpful." He proceeded to pull her toward the door.

Michael wiggled more in the chair screaming, "Pam... don't leave me here!"

Pam watched on. She saw her annoying, unpredictable boss, but her heart went out to him, as she saw what torture he might be in for. "I'm not going anywhere. I can help."

Dwight scoffed, "I thought we already covered this. Woman can't conduct these tests. You don't have the mental dexterity or strength to endure the physical agony that one must go through with these high-risk tactics."

Pam threw off her jacket and rolled her sleeves. "Just watch me." She walked toward Mose, snatched a bucket of water from Mose and headed toward Michael. With one swoop, she threw the entire contents onto Michael.

Michael spat some water out of his mouth. "What the hell are you doing?"

Pam leaned closer, "Just go with it." She slammed him in the face, feeling slightly excited to do something she had wanted to do for years. "Get out, you demon spirit!"

Dwight ran toward her. "Pam, what do you think you're doing?"

Pam shrugged, "I figured we could beat it out of him."

Dwight gave Pam a devious grin, "Precisely." He put an encouraging hand on Pam's shoulder, "Perhaps I underestimated you after all."

Pam nodded. "I suppose." She looked around the barn for something that she could use and walked over to the other side of the barn, disappearing from sight.

Michael looked around the barn, "Where'd Pam go?" He looked menacingly at Dwight, "You turned my faithful Pam against me."

Dwight threw another pail of water onto Michael, "Quiet, you!"

A moment later, Pam emerged from the back of the shed, carrying an old frying pan. She walked up behind Michael, raising it above her head, "Don't move an inch." She whispered.

Dwight watched on, his mouth agape. "Of course!" Without another reaction, Pam slammed the frying pan against Michael's head. He flinched at the impact, stiffening and eventually his head hung over.

Pam gasped, still gripping the handle of the pan, "Oh my gosh, is he still breathing?"

Dwight leaned over, putting two fingers on the pulse on his wrist. "Yeah, his pulse is shallow, but he's still alive.

Pam dropped the pan. "Thank God." She looked over at Michael stiff body, relieved she didn't take him out. "I can't believe I just did that."

Dwight nodded in agreement, "I agree. I didn't think you had it in you."

Pam shrugged. "I figured that if he was hit by an object to get his predictions, it would be the thing to rid him of it." She smirked, "It always works in the movies."

Dwight nodded. "I can't believe I overlooked that angle. It's so simple."

Mose dropped the box he was holding, "Great. What am I supposed to do with all these bandages now?"

Dwight walked over. "We might need these later." He looked over at the limp Michael Scott. "We'd better get him out of these chains."

Pam looked at Michael as well. "What do you have in mind?"

Dwight shrugged. "I have a spare key to his condo."

"Does Jan know about that?"

"Why would she? Besides, I technically lived there before she did." He grabbed Michael's arm, throwing him over his shoulder, "Could you help me put him in the backseat?" He didn't wait for a response as he headed toward the barn door.

Pam looked back at Mose, who seemed more disappointed than before. "You okay?"

Mose shrugged. "I don't get to spend time with Dwight much anymore since Angela is around. They're always having meetings in the main house, making me sleep out here. It's just nice to hang out with him again."

Pam nodded. "Hey... maybe you guys can hang out some other time... you know, when you're not trying to torture our boss."

Mose sighed, "I guess." He turned toward the back of the barn. "It was nice seeing you again, Pam."

Pam watched as Mose walked away, shaking her head. "And I thought Dwight was the weird one."

Jim was walking out of the doctor clinic on one crutch, hobbling toward his car. He smirked, pushing number 2 on his cell, calling Pam. On the third ring, Pam answered. "Hello?"

"You're still on the run?"

Pam chuckled, "I don't think so. But I really can't talk right now. I'll tell you everything you want to know at home tonight."

Jim nodded. "Is Michael okay?" There was a small pause. "You still there, Pam?"

"Yeah... it's just... how would you describe 'okay'?"

"By Michael's standards."

"He's been better."

Jim chuckled. "I guess I can accept that answer. Oh, by the way, I'm on a crutch and I have a cast."

"Is it green?"

"Obviously."

"Save me a place to sign it... by the ankle."

"How old are you?"

"I'm not sure I'm at liberty to discuss that."

"What the hell have you two been up to?"

"All questions must be written and examined before answering." She giggled, "Bye, Jim."

"Bye, Pam." He hung up, shaking his head. "She's starting to sound like Dwight."

Kelly continued to answer at reception when she noticed Ryan glancing her way from the conference room. She smirked slightly despite herself, finding butterflies that hadn't appeared in months returning in full force. She ignored them, answering the phone when he came over. "Hey."

Kelly hung up the phone, "Yeah?"

Ryan fidgeted slightly, "Um... I just wanted to say Happy Birthday. I know it's this weekend..."

Kelly felt her heart in her throat, "You remembered?"

"Yeah... it's your birthday."

Kelly felt her cheeks blush slightly, catching sight of Darryl delivering a package to Andy. She shook it away. "Thanks."

Ryan sighed, "That's it?"

Kelly shook her head, "I have to answer the phones."

"No you don't. That's Pam's job." He shook his head. "Speaking of which, where the hell did she go?"

Kelly scoffed. "You're unbelievable." She headed back toward the back, taking hold of Darryl's hand and walking to her desk.

Ryan watched on, feeling that unsettling wave of nerves that seemed to erupt whenever he was near Kelly, only increasing as he saw his chance slip away again.

Dwight and Pam were in front of Michael's condo, sitting in silence. Dwight sighed. "You did a very brave thing back there."

Pam shrugged. "It wasn't brave as more stupid. I could have really hurt Michael."

Dwight nodded. "This is true, but it was for his own good." He looked through the rear view mirror. "He'll be better because of you."

Pam rolled her eyes. "I highly doubt that, Dwight. I knocked him out cold. I could have... killed him."

Dwight shrugged."Only time can truly tell us what might have come of this." He proceeded to open up the car door, reaching over for Michael. Pam got out and helped him carry Michael to the doorstep. As they got closer, Dwight could hear noises coming from inside. "I think Jan's home."

Pam rolled her eyes, holding Michael from his armpits. "Of course she's home. You thought she wouldn't be?"

Dwight shrugged. "I thought she'd be out... doing womanly duties." He looked back at Michael. "We have to ditch him."

"What?" Pam could feel the weight of Michael getting heavier. "We can't just leave him."

Dwight grabbed Michael from Pam, laying him gently on the stoop. "Jan's a capable woman. She can handle it from here." With that, he rang the doorbell and he grabbed Pam's arm, running toward the car.

Pam tried to pull away. "We can't just leave him here. What if someone saw us?"

Dwight opened up the car door, pushing Pam inside. He ran to the other side of the car, jumping inside and turning the ignition, "That's a risk we have to take." He slammed on the gas and sped down the street.

Just as Dwight rolled down the street, Jan opened the door, seeing the tail of the Trans Am. She blinked, looking down and finding Michael laying haphazardly on the stoop. "What the hell?" She bent down, pulling him up to her eye level. "Michael...can you hear me?" She slapped his cheek. "Michael...speak."

Michael blinked his eyes, looking at Jan groggily. "Jan... is that you?"

Jan nodded. "Yeah, it's me."

Michael smiled slightly. "Where am I?"

"You're at home." She sniffed him. "Is that cow manure?"

Michael frowned. "What does it smell like?"

"Like poop."

"Gross." He tried to stand up, when he fell on top of Jan. "Sorry."

"Where have you been and why aren't you at work? You're all dirty and you smell and you're more off than usual." She tried to move him, but his joints wouldn't move. "Were you in a cramped space?"

Michael shook his head. "Why?"

"You're all stiff."

Michael giggled. "That's what she said."

Jan rolled her eyes. "Just get in the house."

As she pulled him inside, Michael bumped his head against the door frame, "Ow... I have a head there."

Jan rubbed his head, "Sorry." She frowned. "Where did this bump come from?"

Kevin walked past the kitchen where Kelly was sitting at the table. She was fidgeting slightly, seemingly deep in thought. Kevin sat down. "Hey."

Kelly looked up. "Hey." She smirked, "How's your day going?"

Kevin shook his head. "Not good."

Kelly frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Well... I have a big problem. Like big."

Kelly nodded. "Yeah, me too."

Kevin shrugged. "How are you handling it?"

Kelly scoffed, "More like avoiding it."

Kevin chuckled. "That always seems to work. I mean, who really wants to face them, you know?"

"Yeah, totally." Kelly sighed. "I mean, it's bad enough I have my party to worry about, but than certain people have to go around and make everything all weird and messed up."

"I know." Kevin nodded, "You think it's enough to have to deal with work and the family, but people who always seem to pop up make everything worse than it has to be."

Kelly looked up at Kevin. "That's exactly it." She sat up, "I know you're kinda in a bad mood, but if you wanna come to my party this weekend, I think it'll cheer you up. You can bring Stacey if you want."

Kevin smirked. "Thanks, Kelly."

Kelly nodded, "Sure." She stood up, walking toward the annex. "And Kevin..."

Kevin turned around. "Yeah?"

Kelly shrugged. "I hope you work through your problem." She smiled and headed toward her desk.

Kevin pulled out the card that Toby had given to him earlier. He flicked out it, bending it slightly before pulling out his cell phone. As he dialed the number, he cleared his throat. "Hey Phil. My name is Kevin Malone. I got your number from Toby. Yeah..." He smirked. "I was wondering... are you still looking for a bartender?"

And that's it for now... I hope you all liked it and as always, leave a review!

The next chapter is the final chapter, followed by a small epilogue. Thanks again for reading everyone!