Odd Squad One Shots

What's Next? (Dr. O x Otis)

(Dr. O x Otis)

Dr. O was having a stressful day. Not only had she had to deal with ten different odd cases in one hour, but now someone was calling her badge phone. 

It automatically went to her voicemail, ending with, "Leave a message after I say, what's next. What's next?!" 

"Ugh, they never leave a message," Dr. O complained, as the beeping from a hang up sounded. 

She sighed loudly just as a familiar agent showed up. 

"What's next," she yelled directly at them. 

Otis widened his eyes as he jerked his head back a little. 

"Oh, it's you. Sorry, Otis. We met that time you were fixing my office. Also when I had a case of the sillies...," she trailed off. 

"I know who you are," Otis cut in. 

"Oh good, that saves us a bunch of time," she emphasized. 

Otis shook his head a little, before saying what he meant to when he originally showed up, 

"Anyway, Dr. O, I need your help. There's sort of an odd problem in the hall of doors..." 

"Can it wait," Dr. O intervened curtly. 

"Can an emergency wait," Otis questioned, figuring that was an easy answer, but Dr. O simply stared at him. 

He made a face, expecting her to respond at any moment. 

"I honestly don't know, but I'm guessing the answer is, yes," Dr. O replied, Otis wondering if his plan was a bad idea. 

Soon he had led her deep within the hall of doors, where it was quiet. 

"There doesn't appear to be any odd activity," Dr. O noted. 

"That's because there isn't," Otis reluctantly admitted. 

"What," she shot out, Otis cringing as he pushed on her back, so that she fell through one of the doors. 

"What is going on," she demanded, straightening out her long, light blue, doctor's coat after stumbling. 

"You said you had never been through all the doors in headquarters before, and you are a doctor...," Otis trailed off. 

"I think I see where you're going with this, but I have patients to get to," she shared, Otis feeling slightly guilty from taking her from her work. 

"It will be quick, I promise. I know a short cut back to your office. It's more of a danger cut than a short cut, but...," he attempted to explain. 

"That's alright. I'm a doctor. We're required to take risks. What's next," she yelled, Otis confused on why he liked her so much again. 

He shook his head to rid himself of his jumbled thoughts, before leading her through the assortment of rooms. 

"I advise you to move faster. We are in the snakes and ladders room... Be careful, bees make sticky honey... It would be much more efficient to escape the dragon this way... Time travel? If we're moving backwards, then we'll never get back to my office. I knew a person once who didn't have a head or arms. It was a medical condition, but I cured them, because I'm a doctor. I'm a doctor. I'm a doctor, not a party planner! Actually I am a doctor. What's next?! What's next?! I do say other things. The bad news is there's no good news, I think it's impossible to exit this room properly." 

Otis felt as though he were able to lose his mind at all of her proper comments the entire journey, not to mention her expressing her famous line over, and over, and over, and over, and over... again. Soon they had escaped the same way Olympia and him had before on rookie night, through the trap door, where they landed in the Pillow Fort Room.