"Okay, so, shipping is when you think two people are or should be together. You know, like, better than just friends."

Otis looked at Olympia with confusion. "You mean like best friends?"

"Um, not quite Otis. More like...Romeo and Juliet."

"Or Han Solo and Princess Leia," Oona provided.

"Or Lizzie and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice."

"Or The Six Million Dollar Man and The Bionic Woman."

"The who?"

Oona sighed. "Does no one have an appreciation for 70s television here? The Six Million Dollar Man! Steve Austin? Listen, you remember the whole 'I joined because your earlobes shouldn't do this' thing when we were shooting those promos?"

"Yeaaaaaahhhhh?"

"Well that noise was from The Six Million Dollar Man and The Bionic Woman. They were having a double marathon on tv the night before and somehow the sound got stuck in my earlobes, heh. Anyways, Steve Austin, the Six Million Dollar Man, was in a plane crash, and they put him back together as a cyborg! Which in itself is really cool, but later on he took his girlfriend, Jaime Summers, skydiving, and she got into a horrible accident, and Steve begged them to put her back together with cybernetics too, but she died. And then they brought her back! And everyone in the 70s shipped them, even though shipping wasn't really a thing yet and they weren't... Well, I don't want to spoil it. Incidentally, the usage for the word 'cybernetics' hit its peak in the years—"

"Oona, you're rambling," Olympia cut in. "Anyways, the point of this is that shipping is wanting two people to be a couple. Do you get it now? "

Otis smiled brightly. "Yep! I completely understand."

"You still don't understand, do you?" Oona half-stated, arms crossed.

"Nope, not a clue. Do you think you could repeat all of that?" Otis replied, leaning in towards them, eyebrows furrowed.

Olympia sighed. "This is gonna take a very long time."

* * * * *

"Hi Oscar!" Olive called brightly. "What's the plan for this evening?"

"Oh, heh, hey Olive," he smiled. "Are you very hungry? I thought maybe we could just get a couple of hot chocolates to go from Polly Graph's, then take a walk in the park. U-unless you'd rather..."

"That sounds perfect," she interjected. "Absolutely perfect."

* * * * *

Olympia's ponytail had fallen out. Oona's lab coat was somehow flung over a beam on the ceiling, and one of her suspenders had come undone. Otis was still sitting in his chair, fingers steepled, eyebrows furrowed.

"So, like, super mega best friends?"

"No!" groaned both girls in unison. Oona sunk into a chair and put her head in her hands. Suddenly her head snapped up.

"Wait. Olympia, I need to use your computer."

"Why, what's going on? Hey, did you just hack into my account?!?" Olympia shrieked.

"No, I didn't 'hack' into your account. I just put in the password. I have a thing on Pinterest that I think will help."

"How did you get my password?!?"

Oona raised her eyebrows and slowly pointed to the adjacent pictures of Olive and Otto framed and enshrined on the filing cabinet.

"Ohhhhhh. Ahem. Proceed."

Oona tapped furiously at the keyboard as she pulled up the Pinterest pin in question. "Ha-ha! I knew I'd pinned this! Otis, this is shipping."

Olympia looked curiously at the screen. "Oona, that's never going to work."

"Ohhhhhh I see," Otis exclaimed as he watched the gif loop. "You mean a romantic relationship."

Olympia's jaw dropped. "How on earth did you get that from a 3 second gif of a viking making two ceramic unicorns kiss, but not the explanations we've been giving you for the last two hours? We literally told you it was a romantic relationship five minutes ago!"

Otis shrugged. "I'm a visual learner. Just one question, though. What's 'Pinterest'?"

Olympia groaned and faceplanted into the ball room.

* * * * *

"So."

"So."

The agents walked along in silence, knowing they were just a few blocks from the end of the evening.

"I really had fun this evening Oscar. Thanks for this, it was nice to just walk around the park again," Olive said, tucking a strand of hair that had wriggled its way out of place behind her ear.

"Heh, I had fun too. Th-thanks for jumping in the mayor's annual leaf pile with me."

Olive couldn't help smiling a little at the memory. "I still can't believe you dragged me into that thing, my hair is a disaster now!"

"Well, you do have a point there. I don't think I've seen your hair like this since the apple-orange-cone-tree vortex day, heh."

"Hey! You're not supposed to agree with me!" she laughed, elbowing him as they stopped in front of her house.

"Oh, w-was that an insult? I thought it was a compliment," he said, brushing a leaf away from her face. "I've always thought your hair looked cute like this, heh."

Olive tensed, and her breath caught in her throat. "Oscar, I..." she choked out. "I have to go."

"Olive, i-is everything okay?"

She took a deep breath. "Y-yeah everything is fine, I just have to... I'll see you next Tuesday, Oscar. Thanks again for everything, good night!"

Oscar watched, confused, as she hurried to her door. What just happened?

* * * * *

"Go for O."

"Hi, is this the Ms. O for Precinct 13579?"

"That would be me, how can I help you?"

"My name is Oswald, I'm President Oscar's assistant. I was just wondering... I mean, I thought you might be able to...help with something?"

"What seems to be the problem, Oswald?"

"Well, it's Oscar, miss. He seems so...vacant today. I mean, for example, last night when he was out, one of his experiments that he's been working on for weeks finally worked. When I told him about it, though, he just gave a kind of grunt and stared off into space."

Oprah put her Converse-clad feet on the desk. "Oswald, I think I might know what the problem is. Listen, let me make a few...arrangements. I'll call you back later."

"Fantastic, Ms. O, thank you!"

"Oh, and Oswald? Take care of him."

"I will."

Oprah set the phone on its cradle and looked at her calendar. "Assistant!"

"Yes, Ms. O?"

"I need my schedule for the rest of the day cleared, and get me Otto on the phone! We have an emergency to deal with!"

At that second, the phone rang. She grabbed it and slammed the handset to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Ms. O, it's Otto. Clear your schedule for the rest of the day, we have an emergency."

* * * * *

"I think you're right."

Oona's eyes snapped up from the gadget she was soldering to meet Otis's. "You what?"

"I think you're right about Olive and Oscar."

Oona raised an eyebrow. "Really? I mean, why? If I'm being honest, Olympia has just as good of an argument as I do."

"Well, not exactly. I didn't want to bring it up in front of Olympia, for reasons that will soon be obvious, but for the past few weeks Otto has invited me—and sometimes Dr. O—to go dancing at the Club 24 on Tuesday nights because Olive has been out and Otto apparently hasn't had anything better to do."

"Wait, you're friends with Otto now? And Dr. O somehow fits into this? But wait, OLIVE HAS BEEN GOING OUT WITH OSCAR AGAIN? THEY'RE BACK TOGETHER?!?!?"

"Shh, Oona, not so loud! I don't know if she was with Oscar or not, but it makes sense," he shrugged. "Listen, don't tell Olympia because she'd never forgive me if she found out, but I...sail it?"

"It's ship, Otis. Ship."

"Right, one of those boat words. Anyways, I—"

"OLYMPIA, OTIS, OONA, IN MY OFFICE! NOW!"

Oona jumped at the yell, tossing the soldering iron and miraculously managing not to burn herself with it before running up the stairs behind Otis.

"What seems to be the problem, Ms. O?" Olympia asked as she and Oona took their places on either side of Otis.

"We have a bit of an emergency." Ms. O explained. Suddenly, shades slammed over the doors and windows.

"And we think that you are the three agents who can help," finished a male voice from behind them.

E/N Oona and Olympia both have Pinterest accounts! No seriously, if you go to Pinterest and search for Agent Olympia and Agent Oona, they actually do have accounts with the corresponding pins mentioned in this fanfic. (Courtesy of a certain author and editor... ;) ) They'll come up more in future chapters, so please go check them out!