They had driven to the nearest big train station.

"We have to pick the tickets up from the counter." JJ told Reid and her father who had helped bring the bags in.

"We have twenty minutes." Reid checked the clock.

JJ's cell phone rang.

"It's Hotch." She said after checking the caller ID. "Hey Hotch... At the train station we're headed back why... Do you need me to...? Okay put him on the phone..." JJ put her hand over the receiver. "Sorry I'm needed for diplomacy purposes. Grab the tickets, I shouldn't be long." She walked over to the wall so she could talk away from the bustle.

"We're good at figuring out how people's heads work, but we tend to get tunnel vision and upset the local LEOs, she's good at intervening." Reid explained.

"LEOs?" JJ's father questioned.

"Law Enforcement Officers, cops, sheriffs." Reid clarified.

"She was always good with people."

"She is very good at what she does."

"Take care of her for me." JJ's father requested.

"I will."

"I mean it."

"So do I." Reid confirmed. "I'll just go and grab the tickets."

Reid wasn't sure whether it was instinct or habit that made him glance over at JJ when he had retrieved the tickets but he was glad he did.

"Hold these I'll be right back." He handed them to JJ's father.

"Transit Police, turn around and put your hands on the wall."

"Hotch I'm going to have to call you back, there is a transit cop pointing a gun at me." JJ hung up and turned as he asked and spread her hand against the wall. "Are you going to tell me what this about?"

"Just stay there and keep quiet."

JJ guessed he was waiting for backup.

"Excuse me." Reid said.

"Sir stand back, this is a police matter."

"FBI." Reid flashed him his ID. JJ was grateful she had given it back to him. "If this is about the fact that she has a gun, she's FBI too. JJ where's your ID?"

"In my jacket pocket." She moved to get it.

"Keep your hands where they are." The cop instructed.

"Then I'll get it." Reid walked over. "Sorry."

"It's okay." JJ told him. "It's in the inside pocket along with awknowldegement letter that warned all the stations that I'd be carrying."

"How's Hotch?" Reid asked.

"Having conflicting styles issues." JJ replied. "My Dad?"

"He looks concerned. I'll be back." Reid walked over and handed JJ's ID to the transit cop. "And your bosses knew." He handed him the paper. "Do you think you can lower the gun now?"

"Agent Jareau?" The officer's supervisor came over.

"Yes." JJ turned around lowering her hands.

"I'm so sorry, Officer Rodreigz obviously hadn't read the memo."

"I'm fine, no harm done. But I'm not sure about my father over there."

"Officer Rodreigz will personally apologise to him and help you carry your bags to your train." He assured her. "Is there anything else we can do?"

"No, honestly it's fine. It's nice that you're so on the ball." JJ assured him.

Reid's cell phone rang.

"Reid." He answered. "Oh hey Hotch... She's fine, just a slight misunderstanding. We're clearing it up right now... I'm doing much better thank you... Hang on." He held out the phone to JJ. "Hotch, he wants to know you're not being handcuffed."

"Thanks."

"We'll go and talk to your father."

"Thank you." JJ told him. "Hey Hotch, where were we?"

"Whilst she is trying to save National Security, shall we?" Reid suggested.

It was a few minutes before JJ joined them.

"Is everything okay?" Her father asked.

"Just fine. But we'd better get going before we miss our train." She hugged her father. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too sweetheart. Have a good trip back and give us a call."

"I promise."

JJ and Reid settled into their seats.

"So what aren't you telling me?" Reid asked.

"What do you mean?" JJ countered.

"There was something when you told Rodregiz to keep up the good work."

"Oh that." She paused. "Homeland Security is starting unanounced terror drills in this area at the trainstations starting next week."

"I would ask how you know that but I know Garcia."

"Look we're leaving." JJ looked out the window.

TBC