Author Notes: You know, after reading a bunch of other fics dealing with the Jim/Karen clusterfuck, I've come to the conclusion that Karen snapping and murdering Jim isn't that much of a stretch.
The police and ambulances came and went. The paramedics insisted that everyone be treated for shock, and the police took their statements.
The murder/suicide only made page 5 of the newspaper.
Pam didn't come into work the next day, or the day after that. She didn't phone in, and the police knew nothing. On Monday Toby went to her apartment. Everything was gone. No car. No furniture. No boxes of cutlery. The landlord was equally surprised to see her apartment empty.
No forwarding address.
"Hey, can I borrow that hammer?" asked Steve the camera guy, not stopping to wonder why Creed had a hammer (and many other miscellaneous things) on his desk. Not bothering to wait for his answer (which was "Huh? Who are you?") he smashed the video cassette into little bits, then lit the tape on fire.
Creed stared at the melting plastic. "I have some stuff that's more fun to burn." He offered the camera guy his baggie. "It'll be more therapeutic."
The camera guys were packing away their equipment for the last time. The decision had been made at all levels to cease production and no one was sad to see them go.
So Andy says, "So now you guys know how the Discovery Channel feels since the Crocodile Hunter got whacked."
"Shut up, Andy," says Michael.
The director somberly announced the last set of interviews.
"I guess-" Ryan shrugged, "I mean, what I feel we can... take away from this?" shrugging again, looking uncomfortable. "Is that we should cherish what we have, because you don't know when it's going to be taken away from you. Y'know?"
"We're getting married," said Kelly, showing off the ring. "I'm just not as excited as I thought I'd be."
Roy rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I thought that if anyone was going to murder Halpert it would be me."