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Here we go. This is the last chapter I had already completed. It's short, but I just wanted to get it up before I started working on the next ones. ENJOY!

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Angela and Alexandra arrived early the next morning so Angela could prepare Dunder Mifflin's books for Michael's celebration. "Why is he making such a big deal about me being here?" Alex asked sleepily as they stepped off the elevator onto their floor. "I mean, has no one else had their brother or sister visit them before?"

"No. This is a place of business. People know better than to bring in more distractions than necessary." Angela murmured glaring at the girls Bermuda shorts and spaghetti string top.

"Hey, there aren't any pictures of me on your desk." Alex observed with mock-hurt in her tone.

"There's no room for them."

"Well yeah, because you have about six-hundred pictures of your damn cats." The younger Martin held up a framed picture of Sprinkles and scoffed disgustedly, "Jesus Angela, have you not ever considered getting a dog? They're so much more loyal and personable."

"Dogs aren't nice to cats."

"Dump the cats."

"Who are you?" Angela demanded, appalled.

"I'm obviously in the wrong family! Mom and Abby the same way about cats…they both have at least seven…and Allison had a few last time I was over there…"

"You visited Allison? Why did you visit her?"

"Because she's in New Mexico, not prison…in case you weren't sure. And it's not like she married an axe rapist, he just chose not to conform to any particular religion. Can you blame him?"

Angela's jaw dropped, "Yes I can." She said shortly before turning back to the books. "Go organize the binders…make yourself useful."

Alex rolled her eyes and wander over to the shelves. As she began to straighten things out, the door opened and Dwight walked in tugging on a rope. "MOSE! Come ON!" He grunted tugging as hard as he could. "It's just Angela in there, no one else has arrived yet."

After a few moments he was finally able to pull in the awkward young man. He had a rope tied around his waste, and was wearing what was obviously one of Dwight's old suits. His beard had been shaved into a simple chin goatee and his hair was combed back.

"There we go Angela…Dwight brought you a puppy." Alex gestured the two farmers in amusement.

"Ignore her Mose." Dwight sighed as he began to lead his cousin over to his desk, but was once again pulled back when the younger man didn't budge. He just stared at Alex in awe. "Okay, moron. Just stand there looking ridiculous." Dwight growled as he walked over to accounting to greet Angela.

"Good morning Monkey." He whispered leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Did you sleep alright? How's your head cold? Better?" This was the first night they had spent apart in two months, so he was naturally very concerned.

"I'm fine. Alexandra insisted on playing this…Guitar…Master…game or something…" Angela rolled her eyes.

"It's called Guitar Hero…and you're just bitter because you couldn't play on Easy…" Alex informed her with a cheeky smirk. Angela ignored her and turned back to her boyfriend.

"But we had a nice time…how about you? Mose have any nightmares?"

"No, he did alright." Dwight said. He looked like he wanted to go on, but two sets of probing eyes and ears prevented that. "Well…I'll talk to you later." He walked over to his desk and sighed when he saw Mose was still planted in his spot next to reception. "Will you please sit down?"

"Is that Angela's sister?" Mose whispered nervously.

"Yes, that is Alexandra. And no, you may not use her hair to make dolls." Dwight warned him as he hid his scissors.

"I like her hind quarters." Mose replied sitting down in Jim's empty chair. "It looks like a pair of finely grown beets pressed together." Dwight dropped his pen and looked up at the man.

"I beg your pardon?" He practically choked. "Mose…Stop it! I demand that you stop…thinking…looking…this very instant." He looked over to make sure Angela and Alexandra hadn't heard Mose's musing. But Mose ignored him.

"She's so lovely. I like the way that we can see the top of her utters."

"Shut up!"

"She has wonderful hocks too…She could win a blue ribbon…"

"Mose I swear to god I am going to take you back to the farm and lock you in your room if you don't stifle right now!" Dwight snapped. He pulled a large book and box of markers out of his briefcase. "Color." He ordered.

This time Mose obeyed his older cousin, but not with out one last glance at the young Martin.

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This was short I know. But I just wanted to get my other completed chapter up before I started writing the rest.

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