Odd Squad One Shots

A Safe Bet (Dr. O x Otis)

(Dr. O x Otis)

Otis went to work like he normally always did, solving cases as efficiently as he could, and also completing the huge stack of paperwork that he hadn't tackled until that day. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, not the fact that he had skipped breakfast and lunch, or that he wasn't the slightest bit hungry. Olympia didn't notice anything peculiar either, but there was one person who did, and they were secretly worried.

It was about the middle of the afternoon when Otis decided it was time that he had a snack. He easily went to the break room, coming back to his desk with a granola bar. As he chewed, he couldn't help but notice that he felt a little funny. The food wasn't appealing to him, and his stomach was aching slightly. He finished his snack though, before going back to work, just ignoring the uneasy feeling he was experiencing. 

"Otis, it's not even hot in here, and you're sweating," questioned Olympia about half an hour later. 

"Some people have different body temperatures," he shrugged. 

"But the last time you sweated like this, you were secretly battling a Laser Chicken, and there's none around now," Olympia pointed out. 

"Like I said, I'm fine," Otis claimed, trying to get back to using his computer. 

"Your face is really red too though. Otis, are you sure you're feeling okay," Olympia questioned, worry beginning to hit her. 

"I'm fine, partner," exclaimed Otis, getting annoyed by her interrogations. 

Olympia slumped back in her chair as she sighed, deciding not keep pushing him. Another ten minuted had passed and Otis was visibly shaking, almost violently at times. 

"Otis! I think you should go see, Dr. O," Olympia urged. 

Otis finally sighed as his palms turned even more clammy. 

"I'll admit, I don't feel right," Otis finally confessed. 

Olympia nodded her head, before he stood up, stumbling a bit his whole way up the stairs. Olympia couldn't help but hold her breath, constantly afraid that he would fall. 

"Otis, I was hoping you would be here sooner," Dr. O stated promptly. 

"What do you mean," Otis wondered, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

"Doesn't matter. Sit here, please," Dr. O instructed. 

Otis obliged as he waited for her to make sure he was alright. 

"Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary today," she asked seriously. 

"Now that you mention it, I haven't been very hungry...," he trailed off, her suddenly sticking a thermometer in his mouth. 

He wondered why she even had him talking, if she was just going to do that. 

"Just as I expected," she stated, after the thermometer beeped, and she held it up. 

"What," Otis questioned, clearly curious. 

"You have a fever," she said, without adding anything. 

Otis looked at her truly puzzled as he asked, "Are you going to tell me what it is...?" 

Dr. O just responding with, "That's not important. What is important is that you lie down, while I get you some medicine to help with it." 

Otis's eyes widened in surprised when she pushed him down, and then hurried off to get him the medication he needed. He never knew that she was so forceful. Next thing he knew she had returned with a shot, causing him to flinch.