Way overdue fanficcage I owe
This is for gaycation
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: NA, involves Dwight, Jim and Pam
Rating: G
Words: 600
Beta: Looked over by atmosk_ebzero
Summary: Dwight tries to be useful and Jim, as usual, is up to no good
Out of Order
Jim Halpert pushes open the heavy doors of the Dunder Mifflin building on a foggy Monday morning. He yawns into his palm, gives a cursory glance at his wrist watch and swings his brief case with a little more cheer. The lobby is empty this early save for one antsy looking desk mate prowling around the elevator doors, pacing back and forth, back and forth as though guarding the faked potted plant barricading the elevator entrance.
"Good morning, Dwight," Jim says pausing in his tracks and raising one arched eyebrow just slightly. "Waiting for the elevator?" He peers at the elevator buttons and notices neither light is currently lit. He moves forward to press one of them, but is instantly blocked by Dwight's clumsy body, both arms stretched out wide.
"The elevator is out of order. Why don't you take the stairs? It's healthier and makes you feel more alert, enhancing your work performance."
"I don't see any signs. Did you try to use the elevator?" Jim presses forward anyways, twisting his body in the opposite direction when Dwight rushes forward. Jim manages to maneuver past Dwight and presses the small round button that lights up green. "Look at that, it works." The elevator slides down swiftly and a bell rings announcing its arrival. Jim watches the doors slide open and lifts his foot to step forward when he is suddenly hindered by Dwight's arms clasped around him and pulling him backwards.
"Don't get on that elevator!" he says urgently.
Jim stays calm and does not struggle. Instead he notices a small package wrapped in brown paper sitting on the elevator floor.
"Hey Dwight, look, there's a package in here. You think the delivery guy dropped it? Or maybe it belongs downstairs." Dwight lets go and tries to rush to the box before Jim reaches it, but he is a little too slow. Jim picks up the brown package and searches for an address. He finds none and holds it to his ear, shaking it a few times. "That's funny, there's no address on it. And I think it's ticking. Does it sound like it's ticking to you?" He holds it up to Dwight who is turning very pale. His mouth hangs open like a fish on land and his thick glasses make his round eyes even rounder.
Dwight snatches the package out of Jim's hands and flees the elevator. He rushes past the front doors into the parking lot where he hurls the package as far as he possibly can. It hits Michael's car as it enters the employee parking lot. Michael rolls down his window and yells something unintelligible to the sheepish Dwight.
Jim smiles, presses the button for the second floor and rocks back on his heels just as the elevator door slides shut.
He gives Pam a slight salute as he enters the office. Pam raises an eyebrow and waves him over with the tilting of her head. "Why did you ask me to wrap up my alarm clock?" she whispers.
Jim looks around to make sure no one can overhear. "Special agent Schrute was to be on the look out for enemy forces targeting him today in the elevator. He was to make sure all civilians were held at bay until help could be sent at approximately 8am." He winks. Pam tries to stifle a giggle. "Sorry about your alarm clock though. I'll buy you a new one, any kind you want."
Pam shakes her head and turns down the offer. She considers it a noble sacrifice for the sake of the greater good.
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: NA, involves Dwight, Jim and Pam
Rating: G
Words: 600
Beta: Looked over by atmosk_ebzero
Summary: Dwight tries to be useful and Jim, as usual, is up to no good
Out of Order
Jim Halpert pushes open the heavy doors of the Dunder Mifflin building on a foggy Monday morning. He yawns into his palm, gives a cursory glance at his wrist watch and swings his brief case with a little more cheer. The lobby is empty this early save for one antsy looking desk mate prowling around the elevator doors, pacing back and forth, back and forth as though guarding the faked potted plant barricading the elevator entrance.
"Good morning, Dwight," Jim says pausing in his tracks and raising one arched eyebrow just slightly. "Waiting for the elevator?" He peers at the elevator buttons and notices neither light is currently lit. He moves forward to press one of them, but is instantly blocked by Dwight's clumsy body, both arms stretched out wide.
"The elevator is out of order. Why don't you take the stairs? It's healthier and makes you feel more alert, enhancing your work performance."
"I don't see any signs. Did you try to use the elevator?" Jim presses forward anyways, twisting his body in the opposite direction when Dwight rushes forward. Jim manages to maneuver past Dwight and presses the small round button that lights up green. "Look at that, it works." The elevator slides down swiftly and a bell rings announcing its arrival. Jim watches the doors slide open and lifts his foot to step forward when he is suddenly hindered by Dwight's arms clasped around him and pulling him backwards.
"Don't get on that elevator!" he says urgently.
Jim stays calm and does not struggle. Instead he notices a small package wrapped in brown paper sitting on the elevator floor.
"Hey Dwight, look, there's a package in here. You think the delivery guy dropped it? Or maybe it belongs downstairs." Dwight lets go and tries to rush to the box before Jim reaches it, but he is a little too slow. Jim picks up the brown package and searches for an address. He finds none and holds it to his ear, shaking it a few times. "That's funny, there's no address on it. And I think it's ticking. Does it sound like it's ticking to you?" He holds it up to Dwight who is turning very pale. His mouth hangs open like a fish on land and his thick glasses make his round eyes even rounder.
Dwight snatches the package out of Jim's hands and flees the elevator. He rushes past the front doors into the parking lot where he hurls the package as far as he possibly can. It hits Michael's car as it enters the employee parking lot. Michael rolls down his window and yells something unintelligible to the sheepish Dwight.
Jim smiles, presses the button for the second floor and rocks back on his heels just as the elevator door slides shut.
He gives Pam a slight salute as he enters the office. Pam raises an eyebrow and waves him over with the tilting of her head. "Why did you ask me to wrap up my alarm clock?" she whispers.
Jim looks around to make sure no one can overhear. "Special agent Schrute was to be on the look out for enemy forces targeting him today in the elevator. He was to make sure all civilians were held at bay until help could be sent at approximately 8am." He winks. Pam tries to stifle a giggle. "Sorry about your alarm clock though. I'll buy you a new one, any kind you want."
Pam shakes her head and turns down the offer. She considers it a noble sacrifice for the sake of the greater good.