So. I started planning this out a few weeks ago when I caught wind of all the evidence that suggested that Vega was going to die in 7.10. After the episode last night (after I threw up and then cried for three hours straight no exaggeration) I started working hard at it because now I know exactly what happens and how.

I'm aware that the last three eps may negate a lot of this, i.e. if Jane and Lisbon leave the FBI obviously they wouldn't be here, but I'm just going to take this forward from 7.10. It takes place a good while later, though, more than a month.

His back pressed against the wall, Wylie scooted down the hallway. The bug was in place, the computers were manipulated; all he had to do was, as Jane put it, "get the Hell out of there." The safe exit was only about ten yards away, but it seemed as if Wylie had miles to go before he was free. Usually it was Jane, Lisbon, Cho who did these sorts of things, especially when it was a situation like this, where they were not even permitted entrance to the building. Jane was in his ear, he had talked him through it, but Wylie was wild eyed, disbelieving that he had actually broken into a top secret hospital in the middle of nowhere, with a security system that people dreamed of designing.

Shadows appeared, signaling trouble just around the corner. The exit sign was glowing in front of him, but he wouldn't get there without being seen. Wylie ducked into a side hallway, taking advantage of the boxes stacked up along the side, slipping behind them so he was completely invisible to anyone in the main hallway.

Though perhaps not to anyone inside the rooms on this side of the boxes. There were two of them, one was next to him, just on his left, and the other across from him. Both had solid doors, both had windows with horizontal blinds. The blinds across from him were shut tight, so no one would see him there.

The headset buzzed. Wylie? Wylie, where are you? Is something the matter?

Wylie leaned around the door on his left, peering into the gaps left by the blinds. He didn't see movement, but the lights were on, so...what is this hallway doing here? He suddenly thought. I studied the blueprints all night long. This hallway doesn't exist.

Wylie knew that he should be prepared to leave as soon as the shadows passed, but the fact that the blue prints were not complete changed things. There might be more going on than they'd suspected, and he didn't know if they would be able to get back into the building. He had to investigate, he told himself as he peered into the room. It appeared to be another hospital room – it was at least set up as such. There was an I.V. set up, a counter, a small couch, various equipment that he couldn't even begin to identify, and a bed with someone in it. Why were there more rooms in this tiny hallway? What was going on? Could it have something to do with the cover up?

Wylie. It was a female now. Wylie, it's Lisbon. Are you alright? Do you need assistance?

Wylie heard the people who had spooked him into the side hallway pass by, their footsteps remaining even, giving no indication they were suspicious of anything. I'm fine, he whispered into the headset. I found rooms not on the blueprint. I'm investigating.

Be careful, Wylie, Lisbon said. You've done your part. We can get trained agents...

"No, I got it." Wylie glanced behind him and then reached out, slowly lifting one of the blinds with his thumb to get a better look at the room. There was a lot of equipment, and a thick metal bar running at waist level all around the room. There was a small window to the outside, which led to a courtyard - providing the blueprints were accurate in that respect. There were plants - Wylie didn't know what kind, but they weren't of any known medical use, and they weren't native to Texas - probably decoration. His eyes wandered to the bed. The figure was small, covered with a white blanket up to the chest. Wylie frowned, something about the situation confusing him, something seeming out of place even for a secret hallway in a secret facility.

Then he was running, getting the hell out of there as Jane had instructed, down the main hallway, out the door, around the back side of the building, into the back of the next truck out. He looked wildly around, spotting a waste disposal bin against one of the walls. He barely got the lid off before the nausea overwhelmed him.

Let me know what you think - I promise I'll be getting answers to you guys. But they won't be coming quickly - this is a top secret facility that is very need to know, and exactly what it does won't be revealed until later chapters. The fic is being written in multiple POVs, but most of them are not POVs that the executives at this facility feel "need to know," so we'll have to learn along with them.

And yes - I am going to be taking medical liberties here. A lot of them. But I'm basing all of them off of things that have been done in real life, or have been done on other shows. I promise no matter how ridiculous anything I claim here seems, I am basing it off of something.