Notes: I am SO sorry it took this long. For some reason, I seemed to have some major writer's block for this chapter, along with more ideas than I usually have at one time to distract me. I will try my darndest (I love that word, isn't it hilarious!) to get the next chapter out alot faster. It should be alot easier, since it is practically done already. I had fun while writing this, but my brain seems to have moved on to other fics! Anyway, this is a pretty long note, so I think I'm going to let you read the fic now! lol! BTW, this chapter is TOTALLY OOC, but there is a reason for that, as you will find out i the next chapter. Or figure it out on your own, as it's not really that hard! ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. This chapter was very much inspired by the song "Play Something Country" by Brooks and Dunn, thus the title of the chapter, lol! I don't own that either.

--Jacksonville Dreamin' Chapter Four--

I was just sitting there and the next thing I know, the front doors blew open and Catherine stepped inside with a flourish.

Somehow, she had moved from the bathroom, where I had seen her last, to outside, which is where she was coming from now.

She had changed clothes, and was now wearing ridiculously low-cut faded blue jeans with a black halter top that showed off her perfect stomach. On her head was a black Stetson that matched the one I had seen that macho cowboy wearing, and she was wearing candy-apple red cowboy boots. Her reddish tinted blonde hair flowed down her back, perfectly accented by the black top she was wearing. On anybody else, the outfit probably would have looked ridiculous, but on her... She looked absolutely, breathtakingly, gorgeous! In a western sort of way. Not that there was anything wrong with that, in fact, I really liked it.

The next thing I knew, she was sauntering right up to me. Staring in my eyes the entire time, she ordered a shot of whiskey, and when it came, downed it in one gulp. She banged it back down on the table, and moved a little closer to me.

"I'm a whisky-drinkin' cowboy chasin', helluva time. I like Kenny, Keith, Allan, and Patsy Cline."

"I didn't know you liked country, Catherine." I squeaked when I could find my voice.

She leaned in towards me seductively, and said, "You bet I do, cowboy."

My eyes widened, and she grabbed my hand, pulled me up out of the chair, and started dancing.

"Come on, Gil. You've got to have some fun!" She said, all the while twisting her hips to the beat, and having a great time.

"Catherine, you know I don't dance."

"Not even with me?" She asked with pouty lips.

Just when I was about to weaken, the country music stopped and some type of rap came on. Catherine immediately stopped dancing. Amid the annoyed murmers of the others in the bar, she jumped up on top of the table and yelled over at the man playing the music.

"I didn't come here to hear this! I shaved my legs, I payed my money! Play somethin' country!"

I didn't know what the hell had happened in that bathroom, and I didn't know what on earth was going on. All I knew was that she looked hot, and for some reason, I felt like playing along. Not at all like myself, come to think of it. The men over by the pool table whistled and clapped as she climbed back down. The country music started up again, and I have to admit that it didn't sound that bad at all.

Next thing I knew, we were dancing up a storm, along with several other couples who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. I found myself liking country music more and more, when a slower song came on, and Catherine scooted in closer to me, so that it was the closest we had ever been. It felt so natural, so right. I didn't even have second thoughts as we swayed. The entire dance was sweet, yet sensual, and I wasn't at all happy when it ended. The next couple songs we sat out, drinking a beer, and just listening to the loud music.

We got back up to dance, and I was having a blast. It was hard not to with this new, wild Catherine showering me, of all people with her attention.

After so many dances, I lost count, the bartender yelled "Y'all it's closin' time!"

I hadn't even realized we had been there that long. Catherine scooted a little closer, to whisper in my ear.

"I guess we have to leave now."

"Yeah." I managed to squeak, because somehow, I still hadn't gotten used to seeing her like this.


Then I lost all train of thought as she leaned up and kissed me full on the lips. That lasted a few seconds, although I wished it could have gone on for hours. When she pulled back, I was breathless, but she looked like she had barely been affected at all. But when I searched her eyes, it was obvious that she had been as much as I had.

"Let's get out of here." She whispered.

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me outside and into a bright red convertable that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. She turned up the radio to a level that practically blew my ears out. On a country station, of course. She sang along as we rode out into the already fading sunset, down a long dirt road that seemed to never end.

After what seemed way too short of a time to actually get anywhere, we were sitting on a cliff that overlooked a beautiful desert view. We sat there for minutes, watching the sun fade out of sight.

The radio was turned down, although it was still on. The intimacy of the moment could not be denied. But the moment I leaned over to kiss her, I found she had vanished.

TBC...