Odd Squad One Shots

Scarred Heart (Ms. O x Otis)

(Ms. O x Otis)

Ms. O was finally going to give this yoga class a try that Oscar had suggested to her. Apparently he believed that she needed to do an extra activity that didn't involve high adrenaline, such as race car driving, skydiving, or taekwondo. Instantly Ms. O noticed how hot it was in the studio, and she was fanning herself with her hand, as she walked over to place down her purple, yoga mat. She was wearing a pair of dark purple sweatpants with a top in the same color, only a lighter shade. 

"Ooh... it's really hot in here," she said quietly to herself. 

She was so busy taking off her shoes, that she didn't notice a familiar face show up. 

"It's good to see you again, Agent Otis," beamed the yoga instructor. 

She was a pretty blonde with long hair, and pale blue eyes. The reason why he was her favorite student, was because he was one of the best in the class. 

"Good to see you again too," he seriously nodded, before adjusting his royal blue mat on the floor. 

He glanced over, and all of a sudden the ninety-six degree room felt as though it was one hundred. His boss was also there, and sweat was forming on his forehead already, since he was embarrassed by this secret hobby of his. Soon the class was starting, and there was nothing he could do, and even with the calm, breathing techniques, he was growing warmer by the minute. About half way through the session, his vision started to weaken, and his hearing was muted. Without even realizing it, he fell unconscious onto his mat flat on his face, since he had been doing the Downward-Facing Dog pose. 

"Hold up! Someone's down," called out the teacher as soon as she noticed. 

She rushed over to the limp boy, and Ms. O joined her. 

"Can I help," Ms. O offered.

"Sure, but I think I need to call an ambulance. He's not waking up," the lady admitted. 

"Wait, let me see if I can help first," Ms. O suggested, but she gasped when she finally saw the familiar face. 

"Agent Otis," she whispered in disbelief. 

She began panicking when she realized that she didn't know much medical information, and also that there was no doctor back at the squad. It was Dr. O's last day earlier, and her replacement wouldn't arrive until the morning. Maybe Otis would have to go to the hospital, but Ms. O didn't want that to happen. She knew how awful those places were, the loud beeps, the intimidating equipment... She blinked a couple of times, before hoisting Otis up with his arm around her shoulders. It was apparent that she had extra strength, and to her this was nothing, since she could lift a car. 

"Yes, call an ambulance," she instructed to the yoga lady. 

The teacher nodded before hurrying to grab her cellphone, and Ms. O gripped Otis tighter as her worry became worse.

Soon she had ridden with her agent all the way to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Since the staff at the building knew her, they allowed her to be around as they ran tests. Eventually they concurred that he was dehydrated from sweating quite a bit, and that he would be fine once he came to, but they were going to keep him for half an hour or so. He also hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning, which surprised Ms. O. Soon they were holding smelling salt in front of his nose, and he coughed a few times before fluttering his eyes open. Ms. O was gazing at him in deep concern, thankful to see those bright, blue eyes once again.