Vega froze when Lisbon asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital. She sat for what seemed like an eternity before she could manage to shake her head no. She couldn't bear to see Wiley like that. She wanted to remember him as nervously asking her out, and beating her butt at Battlefield She did NOT want to remember a cold, pale, dead Wiley. He had been so excited to go into the field. He and Cho went canvassing... How could this happen? He wasn't supposed to die. " I don't understand...How?"She barely whispered. Lisbon put a hand on her shoulder, "I don't know, Michelle, I don't know." She slowly retreated to her desk.

She sat silently through the funeral service. She mechanically threw the dirt on top of his coffin. Cho and Abbot tried to comfort her, but she just ran to her car and for the first time since Wiley's death, allowed herself to cry.

She sat on the sidelines of the dance floor, watching all the couples carelessly dancing. "You know, Vega, you should dance." Abbot said next to her. " I... I can't, sir." " Why in heaven's name not? It's a celebration! A wedding! You deserve to have a good time tonight." " I..." She looked at her shoes. " My last dance was with Wiley, and I'm not ready for that not to be my last dance anymore." " Michelle." Abbot turned her towards him and looked at her straight in her eyes. " Wiley would not want you to close yourself off from people. You can bet if your places were reversed, he would be out there dancing, and remembering you, and your last dance together. Maybe even dancing with you. It's not leaving him behind to move forward, just never forget him." A new hope entered her. "Yes, sir." Michelle stepped on the dance floor by herself, and all of a sudden she got a strange feeling. Almost like he was there, with her. So she closed her eyes, stretched out her arms, and danced with the night.