A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I'm glad you enjoy my story

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, I do not own any form of country music, I own the nursing license and my Texas citizenship

Later that evening

"Angie what's wrong" asked Nick

"This" Angie replied as she threw an envelope at him.

Nick read the letter

Ms. Stokes –

This is to inform you that the case concerning the deaths of Helen and Alan Bahto is being reopened. Please contact Sara Sidle at the Las Vegas Crime Lab for more information.

Thank you,

Judge Edward Harrison

Las Vegas City Courthouse

(702) 555-8769

"Oh Angie" he sighed

"Your friend is on my case Nicky"

"She will find the truth Angel-I swear"

"I know, if you love her, she's got to be more like you than Micky"

"Love her?" Nicky asked in shock

"Nick we've spoken on the phone at least once a week since you moved here, the day she started she became your favorite co-worker, you love her Nick"

Nick sighed "That obvious, huh?"

"Only to me – we've been best friends for 25 years now"

"Good, because I'm not her type Angie"

"Why ever not Nicky?"

"I'm not smart enough"

"Nick you are plenty smart – remember I was there in college"

"I went to UT – she went to Harvard"

"I'm not going to fight with you Nicky" Angie sighed

"Did you call her yet?"

"I am going to now"

Angie picked up the phone and dialed the number for the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

Meanwhile in the Lab

Sara opened the Bahto case file. The pictures haunted her; they were so similar to her father's death. There were obvious track marks on the male victim's arms, he was probably using drugs, most likely abused the daughter – good defense if she did kill him.

Her parents never took the young girl to Church
Never spoke of His name
Never read her His word
Two non-believers walkin' lost in this world
Took their baby with them
What a sad little girl

She turned to the coroner's report, Mother's alcohol level was high, she was badly beaten, shot twice. Sara shook her head; no child could have caused that type of blunt trauma.

Her Daddy drank all day and Mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play
Or give kisses and hugs
She'd watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While her Mom fell asleep
And her Daddy went out

The father was shot once, the gun was held in his mouth – apparent self-inflicted injury. His cocaine level was high.

Sara grabbed her phone and called Michael Stokes, if she woke him up that was just too bad.

"Stokes"

"This is Sara Sidle from the Las Vegas Crime Lab" Sara sighed, Wow, this guy sounded just like Nicky she thought

"Yes"

"Why exactly do you think the 10 year old in the Bahto case is responsible?" she asked

"Simple, she lied to the cops about where she was" He answered bluntly

"Maybe she was scared" Sara answered

"No one- but the guilty – are afraid of the cops" Michael Stokes hung up on her

Sara sighed, this man has led a highly sheltered life she thought

And the drinking and the fighting
Just got worse every night
Behind their couch she'd be hiding
Oh, what a sad little life

Her cell phone rang; Sara glanced at the caller ID. Forward from the front desk.

"Sidle"

"This is Angela Bahto – you're reopening my parent's case?"

"Yes, I was under the impression you were adopted outside of your biological family"

"Yes, but I don't want my family to be drug through this part of my life again"

"I won't involve your family – but I need to be able to contact you, and for that I will need your legal name"

"I've been Angela Stokes since I was 10 and a half"

"Please come in so I can interview you" Sara managed to squeak out

"I'll be there in about 10 minutes"

Sara sighed, Nick's sister, why on earth would her brother Michael be after her, he had to know his sister was the 10 year old.

And like it always does
The bad just got worse
With every slap and every curse

Sara sat in her office with Angie

"Ok, just tell me what happened that night" Sara said

"Do you listen to country music?"

"Only in Nick's rig"

Angie winced at the mention of her brother "Well then I can almost guarantee you haven't heard John Michael Montgomery's 'The Little Girl"

"Not to my knowledge"

"That song sums up my life pretty well, My Dad was a coke addict, and when he got high Mom and I got beaten and thrown around the house." Angie sighed "I still have some scars – anyway, Mom got toasted that night, the alcohol helped her to escape in her mind. Well he started throwing the usual punches and I ran and hid behind the couch, he was so high at the time he figured I wasn't even there, it happened all the time, usually he would ask me the next morning where I had been and I would tell him that I had stayed at a friend's house playing Barbie's – it's the only thing I could say that wouldn't garner a beating out of him. Well I guess that night Mom had enough of the abuse, she tried to fight back, it made him so angry that he just grabbed the gun he kept in the end table and he shot her, two or three times I think, the he started cursing and yelling that no damn cop was going to take him, and he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger" Angie began to cry, "All I could think was that now someone was going to get me, anyway I think the neighbors heard the gunshots and called 911, I heard the sirens and ran for my room. That's where they found me, the cop was a big guy, looked so much like my dad, and had a gun on his hip. He asked me what happened. I panicked, and told him what I had always told my father…I was at a friend's house playing Barbie's, and when I got home I went to straight to my room." Angie shook her head, "Now Micky thinks I'm a murderer, May I go now?"

"Yes" Sara answered

Until her Daddy in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her Mom
And then took his life

And some people from the city
Took the girl far away
To a new Mom and a new Dad
Kisses and hugs everyday

Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in
And a small little girl stared at a picture of Him
She said, "I know that Man up there on that cross
I don't know His name but I know He got off

Cause he was there in my old house
And held me close to His side
As I hid there behind our couch
The night that my parents died"

A/N: The song is The Little Girl by John Micheal Montgomery