Author's Note: Hey everyone! Welcome back to the story! I know, I am way overdue for an update, but life got crazy. The end of summer got jam packed with me moving and then I had a death in the family so I was out of town sorting out things. Have no fear, I'm back!

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As always if there are any errors, my apologies.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything even remotely related to The Office, Ricky Gervais and NBC owns it all and all of its respective companies. If I did Creed would have a whole episode about him because I think he is insane, yet awesome. Besides I have my own Jim anyway :)

"I don't really know Ronnie. But I have a feeling I will get to know her very well over the next few years. And eventually declare my love for her" - Jim Halpert, Weight Loss

When Pam wakes up the next morning she feels oddly content. She is puzzled at this feeling, having not felt it in quite some time. There usually was something stressful with Roy or with money to think about. As of late her worry had contained Karen and Jim and her new found future with single-hood. Looking at her alarm clock she realizes she has woken up a good fifteen minutes earlier than usual. Most mornings her alarm clock would blare music until she found the energy to shut it off. It was a solid nights sleep all and all. She feels like she can tackle the day which also surprises her. Closing her eyes, she wants to hang onto this feeling longer: a mix between being content and still half asleep.

Before she knows it, the alarm clock starts to blare with music and she quickly shuts it off. Groaning she almost considers calling in sick at the office. It's the first time in a long time she can remember feeling great instead of exhausted, and she certainly has enough sick days piled up.

Her cell phone starts to buzz and after a couple attempts through half closed eyes, she grabs if off of her bedside table. It's probably Michael she guesses. He probably wants me to pick up something weird. Giving Michael her cell phone number was a bad decision, she had known that at the time, but he had threatened that if he couldn't call her he would have no option but to drive to her place. She had obviously picked the lesser of the two evils.

Instead she sees it is a text from Jim and then the reason for her good mood suddenly hits her. In a flood of memories she is no longer half asleep, but fully awake. She remembers last night and a goofy grin spreads across her face. It had actually happened! The food and the painting and the kiss! It was all real. He was hers and she was his. Finally.

Come to work early?

He could've asked her to wear a chicken suit in that moment and she would've complied.

Yeah, how early?

Thankfully he only said to arrive thirty minutes early. Any earlier and she would've started started to panic. She starts her morning routine with an extra spring in her step, and wonders what Jim has in store.

Creed Bratton is holed up in the trunk of his car. This isn't too unusual for him. Usually he spends a great deal of his day in his car because it is the one of the few places he feels safe. He knows the feds could be spying on him at this instant and he will not go to jail again. No sir, it took him a long long time to break out of the jail and it has taken him a long long time to build up this identity as a creditable one. He will do whatever it takes to not be caught. So if there is no suspicious video evidence then there can be no investigation. No investigation means no trail. He turns on a flashlight and begins his absolutely illegal preparations for what he will sell later that night.

The camera crews are taking down their cameras for the summer, finally. Thank God is the collective consensus from everyone. All they need to do is pack up their cameras into the vans and they don't have to come back to this office for three glorious months. No more running to catch up with Michael and no more making sure every character gets properly documented. No more convincing Creed that, in fact they weren't the FBI watching him. All the footage was packed and ready for delivery to the editing room. Then these people are their problems!

Tying down the last camera in the trunk of a van everyone gives each other high fives. They begin to make plans of getting a beer all together later that night and discuss what they'll be doing with so much free time on their hands.

In the next minute, on the dot, Angela parks her car in her usual spot as she always has. She glares at the cameramen congratulating each other and then continues on her way into the building. This isn't new to the camera crew. She always does this and they have come to ignore it. They also ignore the banging noises coming Creed's car.

Dwight arrives five minutes later. He barely notices the camera crew now after so many years, and his thoughts are preoccupied with his Monkey. Dinner had gone flawlessly last night. Obviously. What option was there? By the end of the night they had ended up entangled on the floor of his barn. The thought brings a brief smile to his lips. She had left before he had woken up, something she knew drove him mad. Although he admired that she could play games with him as well as he did with her. There was plenty of time before his co-workers showed up so he was planning to get revenge, the best kind possible, with his minx.

Based on the look on Dwight's face the camera crew are glad they don't have to film anymore.

Jim stands next to his car which is parked in the spot farthest from the camera crew. The last thing he needs is for them to catch wind of what is going on or get video evidence of it to be used in an interrogation in the fall.

Pam pulls into the parking lot and notices the camera crew packing up. A sigh of relief passes through her lips. Starting a relationship is hard enough, but at least they wouldn't have the added pressure of the cameras stalking them. She prays they don't take too much notice of Jim and her coming in earlier than usual to work.

She parks in a spot close to Jim's, but not too close to raise any questions. Flipping her visor mirror open she sighs at her appearance. Her clothes are back to being boring until she could find the time to go to the mall. No make up is on her face either, for fear that if she wore some it would attract unwanted questions and comments from the rest of the office. Despite the knowledge that Jim has seen her this way for years and found her just as attractive then, she still feels a little disappointment that she couldn't dress up for him.

Looking out of her car's back window she makes eye contact with Jim. He carefully motions for her to follow him after a decent amount of time has passed. She nods in understanding and makes herself look busy in the car. After a few minutes she makes sure the coast is clear, exits out of her car, and follows Jim.

A camera crew member notices the two heading in the same area within ten minutes of each other and finds it strange. It is one thing for Jim to be in early, maybe he wanted to make a good impression while coming back to work. It is one thing else entirely for Pam to be there this early. She usually doesn't show up until at least fifteen minutes later than the time it is now. There is no reason for her to be early as she doesn't have any paperwork or sales to worry about. This sparks his interest. He quickly shares what he has seen to the other crew members.

Jim stands against one of the side walls of the building and grins when he catches sight of Pam.

"Hi," she says with a smile of her own.

"Hi," he returns and she surprises herself by pulling him in for a kiss.

A million questions erupt from the crew with the information of Jim and Pam both heading in the same direction within minutes of each other. The twosome are the only mildly interesting thing to film about the office after all. Were they dating? Were they planning a prank on Dwight? Are they breaking the law? Are they blowing this out of proportion? They all instantly regret packing up all the camera equipment so quickly now. None of them would know any answers until the fall.

That is...unless...they could get someone in the office to report to them.

When they pull away Pam feels her cheeks turning pink at her boldness. Jim only smiles and takes her hand to lead her to a bench behind him. She asks what he is doing but then notices a bag and two cups of coffee on the bench.

"You brought breakfast?" she asks him in shock. No one had ever brought her breakfast before besides maybe her parents.

"Don't look so shocked, Beesley. Absolutely I would." He hands her one of the coffee cups and lets her peek inside the bag. "I didn't know what you'd be in the mood for so there's cinnamon rolls, bagels, muffins, and doughnuts." She finds herself speechless at his thoughtfulness. Anytime Roy felt inclined to bring lunch she didn't have much of an option, forced to eat whatever Roy had picked. Gingerly she picks out a cinnamon roll.

"Thank you." she says and kisses his cheek. He takes out a muffin and they begin their breakfast together.

The camera crew all go over the potential people to employ with this task. Toby was out because, well, he was Toby. Kelly would blab their plan to everyone. Angela and Dwight were just...no, not an option. Oscar would lecture them about how he it wasn't his job to poke into other people's business. Meredith was too drunk and Creed was too weird. Stanley wouldn't care and Andy didn't know how to have discretion. There's absolutely no way they'd ask Michael. In the end Kevin and Phyllis are the only viable options. To be fair they would wait to see who would come to work first and pick that person as their informant.

They didn't have to wait long.

Kevin Malone is a simple man, but he was about to receive a complicated task.