Hotch shook his head before making his way in front of Emily and her screeching son. "Emily, give me Andrew."

Emily handed her son to Hotch, who immediately began to clam him down.

"Now, what happened?"

She took a deep breath, feeling a lump in her throat as her tears fell. "Ray came over last night just before I was about to go to bed, and handed me this." She took the envelope out of her skirt pocket and held it out like she was afraid to hold it. "It says I'm an unfit parent and he wants full custody."

Hotch took the envelope and opened it, handing Andrew back to his mother.

"Ms. Prentiss, in order of every courthouse in West Virginia and Washington D.C, your son, Andrew James Prentiss will be removed from your custody and into the custody of the state. You are due in court on the first of December, to fight for your son's custody. You will be fighting against your ex-husband, and Andrew's father, Raymond Carlos Santana, for your son's custody. If you do not show to the first hearing, custody will immediately be granted to your ex-husband. I am sorry to inform you that with your job and the allegations against your parenting skills, I do not see a good chance for you. Sign your name at the bottom and send back to the address on the back of the envelope. Thank you, and we'll see you in court."

Hotch looked up to a crying Emily, and her son. Andrew was an exact replica of Emily herself. He had dark brown hair, almost black. His eyes were just a tad lighter than hers, but still a smoldering brown. His skin wasn't as pale, but it was close. He was hers.

"Emily-"

She shook her head, looking up from her now calm son. "I need your help." She stepped forward, bringing the space between them shorter in distance. "Please, Hotch. You're my best friend, and if I want someone with me at the stand, I want you."

Hotch watched as she tried to calm her crying in front of him. He knew how she hated to seem weak, but with her son on the line, it was hard to remain calm.

Hotch took her into a hug, feeling her one free arm wrap around his waist. He kissed both her and her son on their foreheads, before wrapping them tight in his arms. "I'll be there. I promise."