Hey guys, sorry for the long and suspenseful wait. Here's the last chapter. I guess it's kind of an alternative to what happened on Casino Night for Jim and Pam. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please review!

To Jim's surprise, Pam didn't pull away. She actually kissed him back.

At first she stiffened in surprise, but then she slowly brought her hands around and held Jim's face as he pressed his mouth against hers. The kiss was very gentle, but it had so much meaning in it … it was much more intimate than a passionate kiss.

His heart felt like it was going to bounce out of his chest. I'm kissing Pam, he thought excitedly, I'm kissing Pam! He forgot about everything else, there was only her, and again he was the happiest man on earth for just a moment.

Pam pulled back after a few more seconds and Jim watched realization blossom onto her face.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, cleared his throat, and slowly unwrapped his arms from her waist. His eyes didn't leave hers.

"Pam, I …" He started, but then stopped. There were no other words to say, or at least none came to mind. He was already angry at himself for doing something so stupid and impulsive.

Pam looked thoughtful about something. "I had an odd dream last night, Jim."

"Oh." Now he was really angry at himself.

"Every once in a while I'll get really bad nightmares. They usually have the normal stuff you find in bad dreams; being chased by something you can't see, loved ones dying." Pam continued, and Jim's heart fluttered when she grabbed his hands and entwined her fingers in his. "But last night was different. I dreamt that Roy came up behind me, gave me a hug, and told me that he loved me and that everything would be okay. He held me until I woke up."

Jim didn't want to listen to this. It was painful. But he bit his tongue and didn't interrupt.

"The thing is … Roy never does stuff like that." Pam looked at him. They were still standing very close to each other.

Jim nodded. "Yeah, that … it was just … you kept shivering and mumbling and I felt bad and I just sort of … calmed you down a bit."

"Did you mean what you said?" She asked, her hands tightening around his.

Jim closed his eyes for a moment and heard Pam's voice in his head.

"What, did you want to tell me something? You look like you want to tell me something."

Jim just shook his head, because he wasn't allowed to talk. Like she had said, the rules of jinx were unflinchingly rigid.

"You look like you have something really important to say and you just can't for some reason." Pam eyed him teasingly.

He would have laughed at the irony of that statement, but of course he wasn't allowed to laugh, either. He just shook his head and looked at the table in front of him.

"C'mon, you can tell me." She snickered in mock-seriousness. "Jim, you can tell me anything."

Jim opened his eyes and looked at her. Her hair was half-brushed, she had one earring in and she still hadn't put on any make-up, but she was still Pam.

"Yes. I did." He said, and felt some sort of weird relief. "I am in love with you. Pam, you have no idea."

Pam looked worried, happy and surprised all at the same time. He waited.

"Do you think …" she said after a while, "that I could go back to Scranton with you?"

Jim could have fallen over. She hadn't slapped him, or made a speech about ethics, or ended their friendship forever like he had expected her to.

All she did was kiss him back and ask to go back to Scranton with him.

"Um, of course. Yeah!" Jim replied, a little bit flustered, "Are you sure that's what you want to do, though?"

Pam nodded and smiled, and for the first time in four years Jim was really, truly happy.

"But, before we leave, do you mind if we have a talk?"

They talked for upwards of an hour. Jim said everything that he had wanted to say since the booze cruise, and Pam started to cry.

"Oh, Jim," She said, putting her head in her hands, "I'm so sorry."

Then it was her turn to talk. She explained that she had liked him since they had met, but hadn't fully realized it till the night before. She hadn't decided what to do about Roy, yet, but just that fact that she was considering him made Jim feel like he could fly.

When the time came to leave, Jim walked with Pam to the elevators and was close beside her as she checked out of the hotel. He stood up for her when Michael made a lewd comment about her shirt, and he waved to Kevin and Oscar as they were strolling out of the hotel.

And he made a point of thanking Dwight for checking on hotel security the night before.

FIN