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A/N: This is it folks! I know! It's been far too long to write this story. I promise if I ever write another Office story, it will never take this long again. I have some other stories up my sleeve and ones that I need to finish. Again, so sorry and I hope you find this ending justifies the long wait. Now, the epilogue...

A Week Later:

10:37am

Michael walked into the office, smiling at Pam as he rounded her desk. "Morning, Pam."

Pam looked up, looking confused. "Michael, what are you doing back? I thought corporate gave you sick leave?"

Michael chuckled, waving his hand as he leaned on her desk. "And be away from my beloved employees. Please." He shook his head. "Besides, Jan was driving me nuts. She's a clingy little piece, let me tell you. Always wanting to check up on me, giving me back rubs, trying to be all motherly. It got a little weird when she tried to brush my hair--"

"Michael..." Pam shook her head. "I really don't need to know. But since you're here, you have some messages. One from Corporate."

Michael nodded, looking confused. "I thought you said they gave me sick leave?"

"Well, since you weren't here, they said that Jim could handle." She continued to type, afraid to look him straight in the eye.

Michael chuckled. "Good thing I'm back. With Tiny Jim over there, we'd be really screwed, huh?" He tapped her desk again, heading back to his office. "When Dwight arrives, tell him I need to see him." The camera panned to Pam, seeing she was visibly shaken. She caught sight of the camera, shrugging.

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"After the incident last week, Dwight and me made this... well, it doesn't matter really. I have nothing to be afraid of, right? I mean, I didn't do anything. I mean, I was innocent." The camera man said something off camera, sending Pam's cheeks aflame. "I'm going to prison, aren't I?"

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Dwight walked into the office, seeing Pam looking uneasy. He perused through her message file. "I saw Michael's car in the parking lot. I told you have to contact me immediately if--"

"He wants to see you. I think he knows." Pam shifted in her seat, trying to seem busy.

"I wasn't the one who hit him." He smirked, backing toward Michael's office with a malice smile on his lips.

Pam shook with anger. She wanted to run when she noticed Jim walking over. He was on one crutch, hopping slightly. "What's wrong? You look you're gonna get killed."

"Jim... I think Michael knows." She gave him a raised eyebrow, shaking her head. "I can't go to prison."

Jim chuckled. "Slow down. Let's just see how this plays out. It might be nothing. I mean, he didn't look upset when he saw you this morning, right?"

Pam shook her head. "No, but if Dwight is backed in a corner, he'll tell Michael I was the one..." She lowered her voice to just whisper. "That hit him."

Jim blinked, tapping on her desk. "I'm sure it'll be fine. Just don't freak out. Just relax, okay?" He gave her a smile, seeing it put her at ease. He walked to Michael's office, knocking. "Michael?"

Michael opened the door. "Hey, Jimbo. What's the haps?"

Jim shook his head. "You know, twisted ankle."

Michael blinked. "Yeah, what's that about? You look like crap." He opened the door wider, revealing Dwight behind it, seemingly calm. Jim looked over at Pam, who still seemed nervous.

Jim scratched the back his of his neck. "Thanks, Michael. You do remember, right? You predicted it would happened and it did. Had to get a cast and everything." Jim left his leg some, showing off the bright green cast.

Michael bent down, patting his jacket. "Dwight, hand me a marker." Dwight swiftly handed him a blue one, as Michael scribbled a message. He giggled as he straightened back up. "Be careful, don't need another lawsuit." He walked back into the office, slamming the door.

Pam walked over to his desk, tugging at her necklace. "I don't..."

"Everything's fine. Dwight seemed cool. And Michael is fine. He doesn't remember what happened to me, I'm sure he doesn't remember what happened with you either." He tried to look down at the message Michael wrote.

Pam shook her head. "But what if.... Jim?"

Jim gave her another smile. "Relax, Beesly. It'll be fine." He nudged her leg. "What did Michael write?"

Pam tried to smirk, bending down to see what it said. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "He wrote: At least it was this bone. Wink wink." She folded her arms. "I guess he didn't lose his humor."

Jim made a face. "What humor?" They both chuckled as Pam went back to her desk.

Dwight sat across from Michael, trying to steady his breathing. "Michael... are you alright?"

Michael turned away from the window. "Of course I am. I mean, I just bumped my head. Jan took me to the doctor in the next county and they said I had a concussion, like you did when you broke your car. But nothing more than that. Jan thought there was something more, but that was it." He shook his head.

Dwight straightened in his chair more. "So why did you call me in here?"

Michael shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure you made sure Jim was doing his job. Being the eyes and ears while I was away. Doing your job."

Dwight nodded. "So you remember nothing from the accident?"

Michael scratched his chin. "Well... I remember needing some card stock from the warehouse, I remember my turban. I remember being in your car and taking me home, which I forgot to thank you for by the way. I mean, you have to since I would have killed you if you didn't." He chuckled, waiting for Dwight to laugh along with him. When Dwight did, Michael stood up, heading toward the door. "I'll see you later."

Dwight walked out the door, unsure of what occurred. He looked at reception, seeing Pam's confused face. Dwight shook his head, hoping that she would try to have some composure. He noticed Jim smirking. "What's so funny?"

Jim shook his head. "Nothing. I just find it funny that Pam's nervous about something that she had nothing to deal with."

Dwight leaned over. "What are you talking about?"

Jim leaned back in his chair. "You think if Michael remembered what happened that he'd believe that Pam hit him. It's your word against hers and we both know that you've betrayed that to Michael a few times in the past." Jim watched Dwight a ghostly pale. "So yeah, I find very funny." He stood up, heading into the kitchen.

Dwight walked over to reception, leaning closely to Pam. "Nothing happened. You don't say anything, I won't say anything. Agreed?"

Pam nodded. "Agreed." She watched as Dwight slowly walked back to his desk, catching Angela's eye. He shook his head, taking his seat.

Andy watched the whole scene, nodding his head. "I will figure out what happened. I will--" He felt a large piece of metal hit him in the back of his head. "What the--"

"Sorry, Andy. My handle slipped out of my hand." He gave him a smile, hopping back to his desk.

"Be careful, Tuna. Watch where you're going." He rubbed the back of his head, not aware that Dwight, Pam and Jim all shared a secret laugh.

Kevin walked through the kitchen, noticing Toby at the table. "Dude, I have some great news."

Toby smiled. "Hey Kev. So, it worked out with Phil after all, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Phil's great. He owns all these little clubs by the university so he wants me to possibly manage one on the weekends, you know, since he's busy doing the rest of them."

"That's great, man. I'm glad I could help. I know it's hard trying to keep everything together without it all falling apart. I mean, when I was going through all that stuff a few years ago with Shannon and Sasha--"

"And check this out, man. He's a Celtics fan, too! He said he has all these strategies and stuff, you know, to help me out."

Toby shook his head. "But wasn't getting the job so that you wouldn't have to gamble anymore and pay off you bookie?"

Kevin shrugged. "I mean, sure. But when you are offered a sure thing, you don't pass that up. I'll be fine, man. And thanks again." He patted Toby on the shoulder handing to the break room."

Toby felt a lump in his throat forming. "Can't say I didn't try." He walked out the kitchen back to his desk in the annex.

Kelly walked through the office, passing around a stack of cards. She walked up to Pam's desk. "Here you go, Pam."

Pam looked up, seeing Kelly. "Oh, thanks." She opened it, revealing a huge kiss mark. In glitter, Thank You!, was displayed.

Kelly giggled. "Thanks again for coming. It was really great."

Pam nodded. "Yeah. It was a fun party. And I loved your dress."

"Ohmigosh, thank you! I thought you would like it." She smiled, walking over to Accounting. She smiled as she handed her card to Angela. "Here you go, Angela." She gave her a wink. "Thanks... for everything." She walked over to Creed, as Angela hid a smile behind her card.

Kelly walked backed to her desk, tugging at her necklace. The camera panned down to the pendent, shimmering as she smiled. She looked away from the camera, dialing on the phone.

4:57 pm

Dwight walked toward the coat rack, giving Pam a cordial nod. "Evening, Pam."

"Evening, Dwight." She watched him leave, followed closely by Angela. She looked back at Pam, giving a small snare, but walking through the door.

Pam watched as Michael left his office, smiling slightly as he walked past. "Pam, I want to tell you something."

Pam looked over at Jim briefly, trying not to see guilty. "Um, sure Michael."

"I know you would have my back no matter what and I want to thank you for helping me last week when I got hurt. Jan told me that you and Dwight were responsible for getting me home." His speech seemed less steady, seemingly emotional. "I just... I'm really happy you're my friends." He walked around the desk, waiting with open arms.

Pam seemed to cringed at the thought of hugging Michael again, but she walked nevertheless, patting him on the back. "You're welcome, Michael." She patted a few more when Michael held on tighter. She tried to pull away when Jim came behind Michael.

"Come on, buddy. You had a busy day." He patted his back, turning him toward the door. "You got a ride home?"

"Oh yeah. Jan's downstairs waiting for me." He waved, heading toward the door.

Jim turned to Pam. "You okay?"

Pam shrugged. "I'm just glad he didn't do the same thing to me I did to him." She chuckled as Jim handed her coat, following him into the dimmed hallway. "So, any plans for this evening?"

Jim shrugged. "Oh yeah. I was thinking something like espionage, some animal sacrifice and if we're lucky, we might be able to get to do a séance." He chuckled when Pam nudged him into the elevator. "I'll take that as a 'no' on the séance."

"Try 'no' on all the above. My spy days are over." She nudged him again, giggling as Jim rolled his eyes."

"Sure, Beesly. You know you liked it." He chuckled as the doors closed.

Kevin walked out the kitchen, running into Kelly as she pulled her jacket on. "Hey Kelly."

Kelly was wrapping her jacker over here shoulders. "Hey. Did you get my card?"

"Oh yeah. Thanks. I'm glad I could come through." He walked toward the door, stopping. "Hey, did you ever get your problem solved?"

Kelly smirked. "Yeah, I think I did."

Kevin nodded. "Sweet. Here." He handed her a card. "I'm kinda managing a bar on the side on the weekends."

"Cool!" She shook with glee. "That is seriously awesome, Kev." She walked passed him, heading toward he exit. "See ya later."

"Bye, Kel." He walked over to his desk, grabbing his coat as Kelly walked down the stairs. She felt her phone buzzed to life, smiling as she read the text message. As she walked out of the building, she caught sight of the camera. She smirked, watching as a blue BMW pulled up. She walked toward the camera, a small smile desperate to escape. "I can't explain it. Me and Ryan, I mean..." She looked back at the car, biting her lip. "I think we just needed to be apart to figure out we worked best together." She shrugged. "I don't know." She waved, running back to the car. While Kelly got inside, Ryan gave a quick wave to the camera, driving off down the driveway.

FIN.

I want to give a big thanks to several people who helped me along the way. My beta readers: Malon A. Lupin, ktface3 and CoffeeObsessed, THANK YOU!!!! So helpful with everything from punctuation to character development to flow, you guys rock my socks off. And to my reviewers, thanks so much. Every word was much appreciated. And to my readers, thanks so much for continuing to read this crazy story of mine. I hoped to have better luck with other stories as this one. Until then, cheers.