I'm having a little writer's block, so I thought I would post this to tide you guys over for now. Next chapter Pam will be watching the footage the cameras have been filming, so look forward to what she might find... ;) Please review, tell me what you think! It might encourage me to write at work tomorrow, lol!

Chapter Three

Jim couldn't help himself. He was excited, probably more than a man his age should be. But he knew Pam had that effect on him. Every morning as he was greeted by Pam's smile he found himself grinning like an idiot, thinking of some clever joke or prank that would make her laugh. Really, Dwight should blame Pam for all the pranks. It's the thought of spending time with her that pushes Jim to try one every day.

He told himself he needed to calm down before he reached Pam and Roy's apartment. He had dropped her off to pick up a few things, and raced back to his house to clean a little. Mark had laughed, happy for Jim that the girl he talked so much about was going to be there tonight.

He hoped Roy didn't come home while she was packing, but figured she would have called him if he did. Although he was worried about what Roy might think seeing him pick her up, the real reason he was concerned was that he was afraid she would change her mind.

This wasn't the first time Pam and Roy argued. They seemed to be fighting a lot the past few months. And every time Jim was there to listen to her, hoping that this would be the time she would leave him. He was always disappointed by the end of the day, when one of them would call the other, apologizing.

Jim wondered how much more of this he could take. At what point could he give up and recognize that Pam and Roy were going to stay together?

He groaned thinking about that idea. Rummaging through his loose CD's, he pulled out a mix of Death Cab's music Pam had made for him.

She had said she figured he was emo enough to appreciate them, but the first song got to him every time he listened to it. It was so perfect for what he felt for her that he wondered if she knew. How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. You gotta spend some time, love; you gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you'll find, love, I will possess your heart.

Jim changed the song as he pulled up to her place. No use getting emotional when he should be focusing on helping her feel better. He got out of his car to put Pam's bag in the backseat. "Such a gentleman," Pam teased.

He wondered if Roy ever did stuff like that for her. Every time he opened a door for her or tried to cheer her up when she was upset she seemed surprised, like it was the first time.

Pam looked more serious as they drove away. "I really do appreciate this, Jim." He shrugged like it was nothing. "Well, I know this puts a damper on any hot dates you had planned."

Jim felt himself smiling. This was, without a doubt, better than a date with any other girl. "Oh. Well, this is awkward. Um, I actually have a few girls coming over later tonight. I thought you wouldn't mind leaving for like an hour or so…"

He glanced over to see her grin. "Wow, this is even more awkward. I invited a few guys to your place. But I guess I could cancel. It is kinda inconvenient, Jim." Pam sighed.

Jim rubbed his face like he was thinking about a solution. "Yeah, this could be bad. How about we let my friends and your friends meet up somewhere else? That way it'll be just us." He winked at her, surprised by his own audacity, and was pleased to see her blush.

She laughed, covering her embarrassment at his comment. "You're no fun, Halpert." She drummed her fingers on the arm rest, something Jim knew she did when she was thinking.

"So where are we getting dinner, Beesly? I was thinking maybe Chili's. I vaguely remember you liking that place."

Pam covered her face, laughing. "As soon as they take my face off the wall for people they can't serve, I'll go back."

"Come on, will they actually stop you from ordering?" Jim asked doubtfully.

At Pam's silence, he glanced over to see her nodding. "Oh my God! You mean you went back there?"

Pam hit his arm. "Shut up. I was with my mom and she loves that place, so I thought that maybe I could just go to the one in another town." Jim looked at her, eyes wide. Pam sighed. "Don't tell anyone this."

Jim tried to control his grin. "I pinky promise. You can't go back on those."

"Ok… I was escorted out." Pam waited for the laughter she knew would follow, and allowed herself to smile about it. "Laugh it up, Halpert. But seriously, where are we going?"

Jim knew he was about to take a risk. Although he wanted to think of this as a date, he knew it wasn't for her. "Actually, I have some food at my place, so I was thinking we could just fix dinner there." He made himself look at Pam's face, worried that she might be disappointed.

She looked surprised, and something Jim couldn't place, but he hoped it was something good. "Yeah, that sounds great." She cleared her throat. "I assume you have some sour candy there though, right?" They had started having competitions at work during break to see who could stuff the most sour candy into their mouths without making a weird face. She couldn't remember who started this way of making the day pass by faster, but she was surprisingly good it. Kevin had even started placing bets that she would win.

Jim looked at her like she was crazy for even asking. "Of course. What would dinner be without eating massive amounts of sour candy?" He smiled, knowing the risk had turned out well, and he felt his excitement for tonight all over again.