Walking through the court' entrance doors with her family by her side, Emily squeezed her boyfriend's hand.

She was now five months along, and it was finally time for them to fight for their baby in court. The Hotchners and she had been called in a week prior, and just that morning the lawyer called to tell them their arrival time.

The Prentiss' had done almost everything they could to show how Emily and Aaron would be bad parents, bringing up Emily's drug use back when she was just thirteen, her not having a job and Aaron being fired from his first job because he was suspected of stealing the petty cash.

Which he had done, taking it to try and help pay for his father's cancer treatment a few years back.

But Aaron had a new job at a restaurant now and Emily helped out at a daycare center when school wasn't in session. The couple had bought almost everything needed for the baby on the way, and now they were looking into homes they could rent or buy for when their child actually arrived.

Their lawyer thought they had a good chance.

Emily took in a breath as she nodded her head to the words being whispered in her ear by the boy at her side. "I know," she sighed, "I know. I'm just scared."

Peter Hotchner stepped up and pressed a kiss to his new daughter's dark head. "You both are going to do great. We're going to sit right behind you ok?"

"They're not going to take this baby away."

Aaron could hear the tears in his mother's voice as they stepped into the court room. He nodded a thank you to their lawyer when he held the door open for them, and he immediately noticed the ambassadors sitting with their lawyer on their side of the court room.

The teen who had a beautiful baby growing inside of her held her head up high when she saw her parents turn to look at her, and she tried her best to ignore the painful looks they were sending her. The judgment and the pity from the people in the court room, paparazzi because her parents were basically famous and the family members who had been pitted against one another, all doing their best to roll of the sixteen year old's shoulders as they took their seats.

"All rise."

Emily held onto her boyfriend's hand as they stood along with everyone else, watching the judge walk in from her chambers.

The blond woman gave a nod to the patrons in her court room before she sat down in her chair. "Thank you, you may be seated." She took the paper from before her and read through the top two lines. "So today, Ambassadors Prentiss you are here about receiving custody of your grandchild."

"They are, your honor," their lawyer replied.

Emily refrained from rolling her eyes. Her parents couldn't even speak to the judge themselves.

"On what grounds do you believe your daughter will not be a good mother to her child, Elizabeth?"

The ambassador sat straighter in her seat. "Your honor, my daughter has always been somewhat of a troublemaker. She has been through many things in her young life, including drinking and drug use when she was very young, which is something I do not want this baby to have happen to them."

Judge Harper moved her eyes to the teenagers in her court room. "Miss Prentiss? Rebuttal?"

"I did use drugs when I was thirteen, your honor, but that's ended. I don't believe that my parents will be a good influence on this child, and I wish to keep my parental rights."

"Care to explain?"

Emily could feel the tears start coming into her eyes at the question, and Aaron gripped her hands that were clasped together on the table. "When I told my parents I was pregnant, something that took my entire first trimester to bring up to them because I was so scared and felt so threatened by them, they did not support me and immediately kicked me out of our home. My boyfriend's parents moved me into their home and once my baby is here, Aaron and I are going to look into buying or renting a home for ourselves. They didn't take one moment to think of my welfare let alone my baby's, and I don't want my child to be brought up in the same cold environment that I had to."

Her parents' lawyer turned in his chair to face the Hotchner family on the other side of the court. "I'm sorry Emily, did you grow up without certain things? Your parents took you all over the world. I would have to guess that you're one of the most privileged teenagers anyone could meet."

"I was dragged from country to country," she stated emotionally. "I never made any friends and that's the reason I did drugs, but I don't anymore. I never once heard my parents tell me they loved me and they never once asked me how I was feeling or what I wanted, and that isn't something I want for my baby." Looking up to the judge, Emily shook her head. "Please your honor, don't let them have my baby."