Jim Halpert has a little sister.

Part 1: The meet and greet

A bubbly preteen girl bounds into the doors of Dunder Mifflin, barreling straight into Jim Halpert, who's been already chatting Pam's ear off this morning, as if they hadn't been dating for six months already.

Once the man reorients himself, his hair now tussled from the attack, he realizes the girl he's staring at is his little sister. "Sparkles? What are you doing here?"

"It's Cierra, Jimbo," she corrects, rolling her eyes.

Pam mocks beneath her breath, raising eyebrows in recognition, "Jimbo, huh."

Jim ignores the dis. "Great to see you, but why are you here, Cece? Shouldn't you be in Canada with mom and dad by now?"

Cierra blinks in offense. "I missed you. I thought you'd be okay with me visiting. It's been, like, a year."

He pauses, tilting his head. "Actually, pretty sure it's been a month and a half, goofball, but I am happy to see you. I just need to understand the situation here. How'd you—get here? Mom and dad drive you?" A feeling in the pit of his stomach tells him he won't like the answer. He's right.

The girl looks sheepish. "Actually, I took the greyhound."

Jim raises a skeptical eyebrow. "From Canada?"

"No, stupid, from the border. I slipped out the back of the car when we got stopped and hitchhiked to the nearest station."

Sorry he asked and further puzzled, Jim pauses to gather his thoughts. "Duh. Of course. You're right, I'm the stupid one in this equation," he muses. "Do our parents know?"

Cierra shrugs. "Maybe they do now."

Jim facepalms as he exhales to avoid blowing a fuse. "Stay at this front desk with Pam, okay? I have to make a call." He turns to Pam for permission, and Pam nods.

Pam twinkles a smile at the girl. "Hey, Cierra. My name's Pam. Wanna help me shred things?"

The girl huffs at that, but Jim gives her a nudge. "I won't be long, promise," he says, and the girl languidly obeys.

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Jim's Talking Head:

He smirks tiredly at the camera. "Yeah, so I have a sister, and she's a gremlin." He pauses to shake his head. "Cierra lied to—everybody—and is being rewarded for it by getting to annoy me on a six hour long drive to the Canadian border, back to our parents, who for some reason listened to border patrol and remained at the border instead of sending out a search party or calling around. Anyways, Cierra is getting what she wanted." He begins to look horrified. "She's twelve now. She's gonna ask to drive."

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Jim explains the situation to Pam, venting beneath his breath about how dumb his parents can be and the options he has. "And now they want me to fix their problems, like always."

"I'm right here, guys," Cierra whines, feeling ignored and still not quite tall enough to peer over the edge of the front desk.

Jim sighs at the girl. "Did you enjoy shredding things?"

Cece glowers at Pam. "I get it now. So you're why Jim doesn't visit anymore."

Surprised at the sudden preteen attitude, Jim slides a hand over his sister's mouth and sends Pam a sardonic smile. "What she meant to say is she's excited and she's been wanting to meet you."

Cece chomps down on Jim's hand, making him lose his grip on her.

Pam skirts around the desk to placate her and offer her some jelly beans. Cece hisses at her, making her shrink back. "Okay, that's fine," Pam surrenders, retreating to her chair.

"Sorry, she's feral," Jim muses, hoisting his sister on top of the desk to make eye contact with her. "K, so what we're not gonna do this whole time together is maul me or anyone else. And so we're clear, I'm not scared of you."

Just as he says that, Cece sends him daggers for eyes, sending visceral shivers down Jim's spine.

He looks away and sets her down. "Alright good chat, pipsqueak." Keeping a hand on the kid's shoulder, he glances at Pam. An idea surfaces as recognition lights up his face. "Why don't you come with us, Pam?" He feigns excitement to make it sound appealing. "Bet you've never seen the Canadian border before. They've got the best Mounties there."

Pam raises an eyebrow at him. "I've actually never been up there. Are the Mounties tall and handsome?"

Jim nods, stating dryly, "Just like centaurs actually. It's uncanny. The size of mountains too. I think that's why they're called Mounties."

"Huh, weird, their horses must be really buff in order to carry them without keeling over," Pam riffs.

The girl wriggles out of her brother's grasp and gags. "You guys are so gross."

"Hey, why don't you go check out the desk of that man with the bobble heads? He has games and toys," Jim says, swiveling the girl toward Dwight's area of the office.

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Pam's talking head:

Pam raises her eyebrows in amusement at the camera, crooked smile surfacing, "I guess I'm taking a roadtrip to Canada. Well, the border." Her smile drops slightly as concern washes over her face. "Do you think she's gonna bite me? I hope she doesn't have rabies."

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