It was early the next morning when the team gathered in the hotel lobby, ready for their drive to the airfield for their flight home.
"Reid?" Hotch asked, looking around the lobby.
"I think he is on the phone with Emma," Morgan spoke up. "And, from what I overheard, they were having quite a disagreement about something."
"I can only imagine," JJ remarked with a chuckle. "That young lady definitely has her own ideas about things!"
The elevator dinged and Reid walked off, staring at his cell phone and shaking his head.
"I just don't understand it," he said plaintively. "All I did was tell her about some things she needs to change – That neighborhood she is living in isn't safe for a single woman and she's living in a third floor walk-up. My father has already said he will help her move! She keeps saying that she has to stay within her budget. And then, when I tell her that if she needs money I will give it to her, she declares that she isn't a freeloader and gets even more upset. She actually hung up on me!" He was obviously shocked.
Blake smiled at him. "Reid, as I told you, Emma isn't used to getting advice and/or help from other people," she reminded him. "It's going to take time for her to adjust."
"Maybe you should try suggesting rather than telling her that you think she needs to make those changes," Hotch suggested helpfully.
Rossi clapped Reid on the shoulder. "Far be it from me to give relationship advice, with three divorces to my credit," he said. "But, I just want you to know that sometimes arguing can be a good thing. It gets everything out in the open. I only wish my third wife had been willing to speak up, and that she had stayed within her budget."
"I suppose so," Reid sighed. "I'm guess just not used to someone who constantly questions my judgment."
"Poor Frustrated Genius!" Morgan smiled. "You are just too used to always being right."