Jim x Dwight-- Jim confesses his love to Dwight

The Call

Dwight slowly made his way into work the next day. He tried to forget his cowardliness last night, sitting on his couch unable to call Jim. He held the phone close to him all evening, flipping and closing the phone, staring at the name, but he just wasn't able to take the final step and click on the name and press call. 

He made eye contact with Pam as she walked in, hanging her pink coat on the coat rack. She gave him a small smile, her brows become furrowed in worry, when she saw Dwight's red rimmed eyes and the frown on his face. She made her way over to his desk and leaned against it. It was still fairly empty in the office so she was able to talk with him, without anyone eavesdropping. "Hey Dwight you okay?" she asked in a tentative whisper. Dwight looked up at her, "I almost called him last night" he admitted, "but I was too weak and I just couldn't" he said, pursing his lips in disappointment. "Oh Dwight" Pam said, moving to put her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, you're not weak, we all have things we sometimes can't do" she told him. Dwight stared into space, blinking away the moisture in his eyes. He reached up to cover his hand over Pam's. "I miss him and I shouldn't" he whispered. Pam nodded, "I miss him too" she agreed, "but you guys have been working together for so long and have a lot of history together, plus he did confess his love to you, so it's okay to miss him" she concluded. He looked up at her once again and smiled, "thanks" he said to her. She smiled back and patted his shoulder, "no problem, I better go back. I can hear Michael's voice from the hallway." With that Dwight began to unpack his things, starting a day of work.

"Hey Dwight you coming to eat?" Pam asked, lunchbox in hand. "I think I'm going to finish some work and eat" he told her. Pam frowned, but nodded. "Okay, I'll be in the break room if you decide to come." Dwight nodded and smiled at her. Everyone was either in the kitchen or the break room for lunch, so the office was quiet, except for a some infrequent phone calls. Dwight stared at his computer screen, unable to absorb any of the information he was reading. He let out a huff and laid back in his chair. He glanced at his work phone, it seemed to taunt him as he just sat there. He let out a huff, before seizing the phone off of its receiver. 

He typed in Jim's new extension, which he may or may not have searched in the morning, during a moment of weakness. "Can't go back now" he thought, as the phone started to ring. After the initial surge of adrenaline, Dwight's mind started to clear up and he started thinking about what a huge mistake he was making. With the phone ringing past 2 rings, he was becoming antsy and was ready to end the call, but he stayed on just in case. 

After 5 rings, Jim's confident voice greeted Dwight. "Hello, this is Jim can I help you? " he asked. Dwight froze, he held his breath and was unable to respond. "Hello?" Jim's voice called out. "Jim " Dwight said, his voice coming out in a gasp. "Oh my god" Jim yelled. He was absolutely shocked that out of all the people calling him it was Dwight. Dwight sat paralyzed in his chair, unable to form words, but he let out a choked "H-how are you?" "I'm fine" Jim responded, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his forehead. "I didn't think you'd answer" Dwight admitted, "I was going to hang up." Jim slightly smiled at this, "I finished eating early and I was just walking back to my desk, that's why I took so long" Jim told him. Dwight nodded before realizing Jim couldn't see him. "That's good" he responded. Jim let out a chuckle, "yeah i'm glad you called" he admitted, hoping he wasn't being too bold by saying that. "How's Stamford?" Dwight asked. "It's nice" Jim settled on that. "My desk has a view so it's been good." "Nice" Dwight responded, feeling awkward, but he had called Jim for a reason and he was going to stick to it.

"I kind of miss you" Dwight blurted out, surprised at himself for saying that so suddenly. He had wanted to tell Jim that, but in a more subtle way. "Oh wow" Jim said,  "I was not expecting that, I miss you too" Jim admitted a smile on his face and his hand pressed to the side of his face. Dwight took a huge gulp of air, his moment of courage had fizzled out and now he felt a little nauseous. "I need to go" and with that smashed his phone down. He pressed his face into his hands and pushed his hair back. What was he doing? 

Jim sat there stupefied, the phone still cradled against his ear the dead tone ringing in his ear. When people started making their way back from lunch, Jim got out of his trance and put the phone back onto its receiver. His heart was beating harshly against his chest . He felt heavy, like a weight had been put onto his shoulders. Hearing Dwight say " I miss you" was everything Jim had wanted, but him suddenly disconnecting the phone was a shock. 

Dwight had so many weeks to figure out what his feelings were since Jim confessed his love and they kissed. Why was he playing Jim and telling him that he missed him and then hanging up on him? Jim was filled with anger, but most of all heartache. He knows that he made Dwight's life hard, but did he really deserve this much pain?  

He got up from his desk, there was still ten minutes until lunch was over. "I'll be right back" he told Karen, before rushing out of the building. He pulled out his cellphone, quickly pulling out Pam's contact information. "Pam" Jim said, before filling her in with what just happened. "Jim, look I know you're mad, but Dwight's confused. He's always been the alpha male kind of guy and having any type of feelings for you is probably a lot for him" Pam told Jim, trying to get him to see Dwight's side. "Pam I get it, but I can't handle this. I moved all the way to Stamford because I couldn't handle not having Dwight. I feel like he's playing me" Jim admitted, pinching the top of his nose. "He's not, i'll talk with him okay? I promise you he wouldn't do that" Pam told him. Jim hummed in agreement, "okay, I know I was being irrational. I know he wouldn't, I'm just hurting" he told her, a sad smile on his face. "I know Jim, but it will be okay" Pam told him, wishing she could hug him and comfort him in person. "Thanks Beesly, love you" he told her, "love you too" she responded, before hanging up. 

After the call with Jim, Pam made her way out of the break room to talk with Dwight, except Dwight and his stuff were no longer at his desk. "Of course, just my luck" Pam thought to herself. She would now have to go and find Dwight.