A/N: Special Thanks to Jake Daniels, a real DJ for 99.5 The Wolf, their website is You can listen to Jake Daniels on the web from 7-Midnight CST. He also has MySpace you can visit Jake at Also much appologies on the length of time for this chapter...after the end of season six I kinda lost my inspiration, took me a while to get back into the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, but oh how I wish I did...none of this Sara/Grissom nonsense... Also I do not own Hicktown or Jason Aldean...Maybe Santa will bring one of them for me?

In Vegas the next day…

Nick walked into the crime lab.

"So Cath I hear that we're on the case together." Nick said

"Yes Nicky boy, we are"

"So what are the new findings?"

"Both women were raped by the same unknown man who is related to the Jane Doe, the other victim is Dana Winters"

"Ok, so what's the plan?"

"We're going to see if we can find some similarities in the victims to see if we can pin this guy"

"Let's go"

They hear for the layout room to find a way to tie the two women together, and find their murderer.

"So where did your sister run off to so quickly?" asked Catherine

"She is getting the rest of her things"

"She already got time off?"

"Some things came up, but it's her stuff, so it's up to her to tell you"

"I understand"

"Ok, let's see where did these women live?" Nick asked as he pulled the evidence out and placed it onto the layout table.

Meanwhile in the truck…

"So what is it that Eric does?" Sara asked

"He is the graveyard supervisor for the Dallas CSI lab"

"Ok, now I can see that in Vegas, but isn't Dallas a touch more conservative than that?"

"Anti-discrimination laws are in effect everywhere, and he is very good at his job"

"So why did you leave?"

"I was sick of Eric trying to run my life, it's like he thought with Nick gone he needed to take over for him, and I was hoping if I were away from home Michael would drop his little vendetta"

"Well that part didn't work out so well did it?"

"Nope, Hey…we're here!"

"Oh wow…this is a really nice place"

"It's where we grew up"

"So when do I get to meet Eric?"

"Probably tomorrow, it's been a very long drive, sleep is the idea in coming here, Eric would want to catch up, see if I slapped his brother for him, that kind of thing"

Sara laughed, "Well then let's go get some sleep"

Angie and Sara got out of the truck and went in through the front door.

"Mom, I'm home" Angie called out

Then before Angie could search for her mom she heard the strains of country music coming from upstairs.

She turned to Sara, "Someone's up around here: come on lets go upstairs and see who it is"

You like the way that sounds?

Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
All the girls are getting' pretty sprayin' on the White Rain
Yeah they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game
Yeah

(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

Well you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles
And his woman's' smokin' Pall Mall's watchin' Laura Ingles
And Granny's getting' lit she's headin' out to bingo
Yeah my buddies and me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road
You know You know

(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

(Bridge)

We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio

(Chorus:)
We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down
Oh Oh We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
Its buck wild yeah but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown
In a Hicktown
It's the way we get down
In a Hicktown
Yeah in a Hicktown

Angie walked into the bedroom at the top of the stairs, Sara followed her.

"Hey Casey, you getting ready to go out?"

"Angie!" Casey hugged her sister, "You get sick of Vegas already?"

"No I just came to get the last of my things"

"Ah, Oh! Oh!" Casey turns up the radio "Jake Daniels is on….He's SOOO cute!"

Angie sighs and turns to Sara, "My sister is in love with a radio DJ"

"Why this particular DJ?" Sara asked

Casey noticed Sara for the first time

"Hi, I'm Casey Stokes"

Casey stuck out her hand to shake Sara's, Sara shook Casey's hand

"I'm Sara Sidle"

"I like Jake because he is just so NORMAL, I mean he jokes with people, he seems to really enjoy what he's doing when he's on the air, he is TOTALLY down to earth, I mean some of the radio DJ's think they are celebrities and act like totally DIVAS, but he seems to get that in many ways he is just like the rest of us, and I think that's just AWESOME! Besides he just has the best sense of humor."

"I was just wondering because the commercials on this station seem to make fun of him a lot" Sara replied

"What do you mean?" Casey asked

At that moment the "voice" of the radio station came on:

Slipped on a chicken bone and hit his head! (Turkey gobbling noises) Jake Daniels on 995 the Wolf!

"That's what I mean" Sara answered

"Well that's what I mean about his great sense of humor, he can laugh at himself!" Casey replied

Angie broke in "No matter how wonderful he is, he's too young for you Casey"

"No he's NOT!" Casey protested

"You're 36, he's what 28, 29?"

"Something like that" Casey replied

"Too young Casey..."

Casey rolled her eyes, "You just don't understand Angie"

A/N: The song is this chapter is Hicktown by Jason Aldean, lyrics from