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Jim Halpert x Fem!Reader.

Word Count: 1,725

Dunder Mifflin, 2005.

Jim was leaned over the reception desk once again, talking to the girl he yearned for. Or, at least, that’s how Y/N began referring to the woman in her head. There had been an abundant amount of time spent over there lately.

And it was only growing greater by the second. She loved Pam, but her heart was more worried for her best friend. Y/N was forced to watch him pine over a taken woman.

“I’m not jealous of Pam and Jim,” Y/N frowned at the accusation from the camera crew, “I’m genuinely worried about my best friend. This kind of lead on could break him if it continues.”

The camera zoomed in on Jim as he finally returned to his desk and sent a beaming smile to a now distracted Y/N. His desk mate haphazardly returned one but it didn’t fully reach her eyes, as it usually did when looking at him.

He noticed this immediately and gave her a weird look, glancing down to see her doodling on her paper a series a vines. Vines? That threw him off immediately. Since when was that apart of her artistic abilities?

Jim leaned his head back against the wall in defeat, raising an eyebrow at the crew, “Now vines? She’s really trying to throw me a curve ball.” He paused and tapped his lip in thought.

“What happened to lilies?” Jim shook his head and got up from the interview chair with determination.

“Mr. Decker!” He held his phone up to his ear, now slightly distracted from Y/N, his customer service voice coming out, “We didn’t lose your sale today, did we?”

Y/N perked up a bit, looking over to see Jim smile at his client over the phone. She opened her top drawer to get out the small reoccuring present she’d gotten him every single time he’d made this same sale.

The last time he’d done this sale, the pair took two bottles of champagne and sat on the roof for hours. They’d used Jim’s MP3 Player to play their favorite songs, ones he’d spent hours on downloading music he knew she liked.

“Excellent! Let me just get your… What’s that?” He halted his movements and slowly put the stack of papers in his hand back down on the desk, “What code were you given? Oh, okay. That’s actually another salesmen here.”

The woman’s face fell after hearing her coworker’s words. Her eyes squinted into slits, glaring at the empty desk ahead of hers. It was obvious there was only one other colleague who would do something like that to Jim.

Jim took the mini bottle of champagne out of his drawer and set it down on Dwight’s vacant desk. He gave Y/N a defeated look and walked into the conference room where the rest of the office was gathered.

Y/N quickly scrawled a quick note and taped it to the wrapped box from her drawer before lightly tossing it on top of her desk mate’s files.

The brunet held up a neatly wrapped box and a separate note. The words ‘I’m still proud of you <3’ were written on the note in cursive along with a slightly bigger bottle of champagne than the one he had left for Dwight.

“I should’ve known,” Jim laughed as he looked at the bottle, “maybe it was for Dwight and I to share picnic style.”

Jim smiled and tucked the note into his hidden desk drawer, glancing over to the only occupied seat at reception. Pam typed away at her computer, preparing to stand up and leave for the night as everyone else had.

“What would you say,” The salesmen leaned on his usual spot on her desk, “to sharing two mini bottles of champagne and finger sandwiches on the roof?” Jim held up the small sized bottles to demonstrate and watched Pam’s face light up.

“Yeah!” She quickly put all her papers in a pile, “Let me just fax these last few papers.” Pam smiled at him brightly, turning in her chair toward the fax machine.

From the door, Y/N made brief eye contact with the camera lense before quietly shutting the office door behind her. The sound went unnoticed by the two workers left in the office as they continued bantering.

“Not a bad day,” Jim chuckled and held up the pair of bottles, the note from his friend now disappeared and hidden away. His gaze stayed locked on the receptionist from through the glass of the interview room.

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Their boss was always one to make a scene any time he walked into a room. And this time, he made his entrance with a gym bag in hand, calling out to some of the males in the office.

His cheers boistered out and echoed all over the floor, serving as a distraction to many of the workers. He gestured to Jim with his newspaper which prompted the mentioned employee to hold up a similar gym bag.

Michael cheered even louder and made his way into his office to start his day. Y/N took that opportunity to lean over and whisper to Jim.

“You know, I would totally cheer you on today if I didn’t wanna be seen rooting for the losing team.” The woman whispered teasingly, smirking at the defensive look Jim wore in response.

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows, “Isn’t that the same thing you said before I beat you in weekly sales last month, Y/L/N?”

“It was one time! Literally one!” Y/N seemed to screech as she looked at the man in the chair next to her. Her face was now scrunched up and unamused from his previous comment. But it was easy to tell she was hiding a smile, especially when you knew her as well as Jim did.

Jim couldn’t stop the arrogant smile that formed on his lips because of her defensive tone, “If the computer kept count correctly, it was exactly eight times in the last 6 months.”

Y/N’s face turned stone cold and she faced forward with her arms crossed, “I refuse to speak to him until he admits he cheated.”

“I did not cheat, I simply told Pam to forward me any calls that went to you for security reasons.” Jim crossed his arms as well, shrugging his shoulders as if he was innocent.

Her eyes narrowed into slits, “I’m gonna put a pig in his car. And watch it eat his wallet so all that commission money is gone.”

A dramatic gasp left Jim’s lips and he looked at his friend in false betrayal, “And to think I was gonna use that money to buy you flowers.”

“Pam? Y/N? How about you guys are our cheerleaders? Maybe some pigtails, a little halter top?” Michael gestured to the plain dress shirts they both wore, “And something a little, just youthful, for a change.” The man chuckled at his own jokes and looked between the two women.

“As I told the salesmen next to me professionally, I will not be cheering for the losing team,” Y/N nodded and played with her skirt, “If you wanna pay for my shopping spree, go ahead though.”

“I’ll do it,” Jim cut in with a raised hand, pushing his friend out of the way by her face, “I’d wear a little flouncy skirt way better than Y/N.”

“Oh, you wanna bet, Halpert?” The Y/H/C haired girl challenged, leaning closer to him. Their faces got intensely close as they both glared at one another without saying another word.

Michael matched their energy silently, moving his face closer to them until it became awkward for every party except the oblivious one. The two others cleared their throats and backed up into their respective seats.

“Alright, cool!” Their boss awkwardly clapped to fill the silence he created, but only made it worse. Speaking of making things worse, Michael continued to do so and made a bet involving half of the office to come in on Saturday.

As the basketball players laced up their shoes, the other workers set up their phones to reroute while they would be in the warehouse. Y/N glanced over to see Jim sitting in the chair by reception. A certain smile lit up his entire face while he talked to Pam.

Y/N overheard him vaguely ask her to the outlets this weekend, before their banter continued on another topic. The upstairs group traveled down the stairs to the lower level of the office warehouse.

Everyone could admit, the game was borderline embarrassing for a decent amount of time. With Jim or Dwight or Ryan making the occasional basket while the Warehouse team continued to drain them all. At least, it was embarrassing when Michael had the ball in his hands.

Jim was going head to head with Roy and continued to make small glances to Pam. And she was returning an infatuated smile whenever he made a basket. Something that probably should’ve been reserved for her finacé. It was all fun and games until Roy elbowed the salesmen in the face in retaliation.

Y/N stood up to access the damage but Jim shook her off and went back into the court. She awkwardly returned to her seat and folded her hands in her lap while the game continued. Jim had returned the somewhat aggressive favor to the warehouse employee when the next play began, which prompted a proud smirk from him.

“I can’t help but, for some weird reason, feel like that was personal against Roy or something?” Y/N scratched her chin sarcastically, “I can’t put my finger on what’s leading me to this observation, though.”

Everyone shared a cohesive sigh when Michael dramatically ended the game, claiming he was purposely hit. The warehouse player held his hands up in defense, clearly not agreeing with the accusation.

But when all was said and done, Michael made it clear the office group would be the ones coming in the next day to work. Well, until he made a dramatic monologue and decided they weren’t.

“I hope she has a great time out at the lake.” Jim smiled at the camera and quickly walked out before they could ask anymore questions.

Y/N tapped her foot against the carpet of the floor, biting her lip in concentrations before her next words.