Hi. I'm gaya-papaya.

This is my very first fanfiction, not counting the amount of stories I have subconsciously saved as files on my computer. I would like reviews and constructive -criticism, because I not only think it helps me with inspiration, it also saves me from asking my good-friends about my weird pairings.

I ship Oona and Ocean because of the different moments they have together in Odd Squad. I'm guessing you will too, after we complete this fanfiction.

Enjoy, and keep it 100.

- gaya-papaya

Disclaimer: I do not own Odd Squad.

Working in the lab could become extremely tiring.

But unlike the other scientists at Odd Squad, Oona enjoyed staying in the whitewashed workspace. She'd repair and restore an abundant amount of useful – and some not very useful – gadgets and appliances, losing track of time (and every now and then, her occasional train of thought too).

Most importantly, Oona stayed inside the lab because her somewhat careless and quirky personality couldn't constantly handle the busy atmosphere outside. Dropping objects, spilling liquids, falling and tripping; it would cause a big mess during investigations, and Oona couldn't risk anything going wrong because of her.

Also, being 'slightly less intrusive' was on her to-do list, and she was planning on checking it off before she got labeled as annoying or bothersome.

Oona could - and would - have generally been more cautious, but balancing her workload with being careful and not dropping things?

There wasn't enough time for that.

Oscar had left months ago, leaving his tin-canned beans in the emergency bunker under the very last worktable; and to be completely honest, Oona had started feeling like returning there everyday.

She missed companionship from a fellow agent, and although a lab-director had a lot of work, she still concentrated more on the task of finding more social-acknowledgement.

Well, she had completed that task in a way.

Oona had met Olympia and Otis, who had both started working at Odd Squad exactly one day before her. But however much she liked how their interactions had grown, them being partners and best friends made it impossible for her to interrupt during every investigation.

She definitely didn't want to become the next Olhm, and she was closer to checking 'not-being-intrusive' off her to-do list than ever before.

Although a scientist couldn't become an investigation-agent, Oona still tried her best to look friendly and approachable. But the indefinite tasks of repairing gadgets made it look like a scientists job was meant to be done inside, not outside, where the investigation department would be the most.

But, Oona didn't know that the agent in the office right above her, was going to change her way of thinking.

No, she hadn't seen that coming at all.

"Oona, Ocean, in my office; NOW."

Oona felt like that very sentence had been repeated a few- okay, many times; but really, all of the constant echoing had happened in her head.

Well, someone had said it, and there was somebody speaking right now, their voice having a strong sense of authority. And apart from that, Oona knew she had just gotten to hear something she never had expected to hear before.

Although she wasn't sure if the news was that pleasing to the other person in the room.

"Wait, you're teaming us up? Why?" Ocean asked.

"Well, my former partner O' Donahue asked all scientists and creature-caretakers to be paired up to benefit the crime-solving system." Ms. O calmly answered. "I know it's surprising, but I trust him on this."

"I- we get to solve crimes? Actual crimes? The kind of crimes that the investigation department solves?" Oona asked, bewildered.

A week ago, Oona would have only thought that scientists worked inside. That they only had to be available at the lab if an agent needed a gadget to be repaired, and that the actual, physical job of going out and helping others in need was just something the investigation agents did.

And here it was- a chance to work with someone on something that she'd hoped to be doing months ago, but had never happened.

It was honestly rather hard to believe.

"Yes, actual crimes. Now, since I've explained the basics, I'll call you when your gadget and creature skills are needed together." Ms. O finished, picking up her juice-box.

Oona knew that Ocean wanted to say something again, but he decided to not interrupt Ms O. and left the office after looking once at Oona, who then just followed him outside.

Ms. O looked up at the doorway and thought about how they'd reacted to the teaming-up; they hadn't spoken to each other at all.

This had better been a good idea, O'Donahue, Ms. O thought.