Full Circle

Chapter 7

E/N For those of you who don't know, the artwork you see in the Chapter Header above is by obscuribus. I commissioned it when I was republishing Ships Ahoy! on Wattpad a year and a half ago, and it describes the climax of my first Odd Squad fanfic "Olive's Last Partner" which is referred to in this chapter of Agent0002's story. For this Chapter Header I did a simple photo edit where I placed a memed image of my own next to the artwork, and did not otherwise compromise the integrity of the original artwork in any way. For the original, see the chapter "The Rescuer" from Ships Ahoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own this fanfic, it is being republished with permission. Yes, I will say this in every chapter, just so y'all don't get the wrong idea.

"Ms. O, we have a report of oddness in... Ms. O? Ms. O?"

Olive looked up at the assistant who was holding a file and blinked. "Hm? Oh, sorry! I was just thinking about... Sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was just saying there was a report of oddness on the northeast side of town. Have you had lunch yet, Ms. O?"

"No, Ott—er, Mr. O and I were going to go grab a bite at Delivery Debbie's. Speaking of which, where is he?" Olive asked, looking around the room with confusion.

"Mr. O is out on quote 'Important Business.' Didn't he tell you before he left?"

"Oh, yes, of course. Sorry about that, just a lot of, er, oddness right now. Um, would you mind taking that file to..." she shuffled through a stack of papers, "Omicron and O'Shelby? I think I'll take my lunch break now."

"Yes ma'am, enjoy your lunch!"

Olive stood and forced a smile. "Thank you." As soon as the assistant left, she shut the door and pulled up her live map of headquarters, descending to the very lowest level of the building...

* * * * *

Oona and Otis leaned forward in their chairs, hanging on to Otto's every word.

"Then I opened the door and froze the orange juice. Oscar was holding Olive's head above it on top of the ladder, and she was holding onto him. At the time, I didn't really think about how strange it was that Olive suddenly trusted him so much, especially since she hadn't exactly liked being around him before. But I guess I was too scared of the flood to wonder about it. After that, Oscar and Olive slowly got friendlier in front of me, and secretly—"

"It wasn't really secretly, Otto. Everyone knew about it but you," Ms. O chuckled.

"Oh, fine. Well, without me knowing, they were going out to dinner together and on cases and stuff. Anyways, I didn't suspect anything until suddenly they were sitting side by side on a bench in the warehouse with his arm around her."

"Wait, so what happened in the boiler room that made them change so quickly?" Olympia asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Aside from almost dying together? This," Ms. O replied as she turned off the lights and pressed a button on her remote.

A grainy security camera video filled the screen, and the sickening roar of liquid filling a room—well—filled the room. Two figures stood on a ladder, a girl and a boy. The roar of the orange juice drowned out most of the conversation, but it was clear that, while Oscar was afraid, Olive was angry. Then, with a final outburst from Olive, the tone of the room suddenly changed, as if all of the rage and fear had frozen at her words. Oscar nodded. And suddenly Olive was crying, talking through tears.

Oona stood subconsciously and leaned in even closer to the screen, mentally measuring every centimeter between them. Olive was sobbing now, sending shudders through her entire body. Oona held her breath as she watched the distance between the two disappear, Olive resting her head on a bewildered Oscar's shoulder. Oona melted to the floor.