Last chapter. Happy Wega Wednesday!

"I want Dad to meet you."

Wylie's only response for several seconds was the same wild eyed look he'd had when she asked him to dance. "You do?"

She put her hands on the ledge formed by the descended window and let her head loll to one side. "Yeah. If you would."

Wylie nodded briskly. "Sure. Sure." He got out of the car, not making eye contact with her. Then he cleared his throat. "Okay."

Vega reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "It's this way." She walked backward a few steps, pulling him along, then, not letting go, she turned and headed back toward the grave. After a few steps, Wylie came up next to her, and she dropped her hand. She heard the soft sounds of their feet hitting the ground in tandem, and she drifted sideways, closer, almost bumping into him.

"Dad," she said when they reached the grave. "This is Wylie. Jason Wylie."

Wylie cleared his throat. "H-hello, sir."

Vega looked at him, one side of her mouth turning up and both of her eyes threatening to leak again. Wylie wasn't acting as if it was weird to be talking to her father's grave. He actually seemed nervous, as if he was actually meeting her father.

Vega gulped. "Dad...you know how much I hate being vulnerable. And this past month I've been more vulnerable than I've been since before I could ride a bike...but this guy..." she stopped and nodded, wishing her voice wasn't starting to crack, "he's been so wonderful. So wonderful. It's because of him I get to be here today." She put a hand up to her face. "He's my best friend, Dad." The tears were coming now. "I know you would love him."

"Let's not talk about me," Wylie said quickly, still addressing the grave. "Here's a few things I don't think your daughter's told you. First thing is, I'm not wonderful. She is. Every one of her doctors told us that she probably should have died, but here she is. She solved a case from her hospital bed four days later. She came back to work before it was recommended knowing that she'd be restricted to desk work but wanted to be there anyway. She went through Hell and it'll be a while before she is back to how she was before, but today...right now...is the first time I've ever really seen her cry."

Vega turned her head in his direction and peered at him over her hand. He looked her way and gave a small smile. "Don't let her talk me up like I'm some hero for bringing her here. She's here because she's the most incredible person I've ever met."

Vega smiled, wiping her eyes and stepping toward him, reaching out her hand. Wylie took it, and applied light pressure as they both faced the grave.

Vega nodded. "They do okay, Dad. They do okay." She wiped her eyes. "You used to tell me every time we moved that you wished you could give me a place. And you made me promise you on your last birthday that I'd find somewhere for myself." She pulled her FBI badge out of her pocket, running her thumb over it, then looked up and smiled at Wylie before looking back down at her father's plot. "I did it, Dad. I'm there."

I hope you guys enjoyed this! I hope to get a few Wega oneshots up in the next couple of days, so be on the alert for those!