A/N: Another GSR story, short first chapter, but more to come and longer chapters! Enjoy and we always appreciate your reviews and comments. We own nothing, just having fun with our favorite characters from CSI.

Deliberate Decisions

Chapter 1

The young man checked the papers in his hand while raking his right hand through his hair—a useless gesture made because of nerves. His blue eyes glanced around taking in the tourists, the baggage claim area, and the rental car signs ahead of him. He joined the line of waiting customers before he noticed the self-serve kiosk bank to his right. Again, a nervous movement of his hand to his face and he stepped out of line and headed to the kiosk where the line of people was much shorter. A few minutes later, he walked into the sheltered parking garage, eyes searching for the number assigned to his rental car. An employee looked at the paperwork and handed him a keyless entry remote, at the same time pointing to a row of hybrid cars.

"The white one is yours," the young man said. "Have a great time in Vegas!"

Rolling his suitcase to the trunk, he pressed a button that popped the trunk open. He was not sure if he would have a great time, wasn't sure of what he would find by going against all advice; well, he thought, he was here and he'd learn something. As long as his expectations were not high, he had nothing to lose. As he closed the trunk, he wiped a hand across his face and continued the movement as he raked fingers through his wavy hair. Then he fished his sunglasses out of his shirt pocket and slid them on; Vegas had a bright sun—brighter than he had thought and warmer temperature than he had imagined.

He punched an address into the car's system; no use wasting time. He had made a decision weeks ago. He had an agenda, had a name, had an address. In a week, a temporary job waited, one month in Las Vegas as he decided what would be the next step in his life. He took a deep breath and, driving carefully, he left the airport.

Curiosity of the unknown had brought him to this city in America's desert; he had insisted to a few close friends he wanted nothing more than to make a low-key, casual contact. At the same time, he could work—his first official job in health care—for thirty days, temporary work for excellent pay.

His eyes took in the majestic shining skyscrapers of casinos, hotels, adult amusement searching for the one thing that interested him—a rollercoaster rocketed into view and he grinned. If he did nothing else, he promised himself a ride. He had already experienced gambling and had learned to stay away from what could be an easy addiction. And his interests in the world did not extend to the gaudy buildings of plastic and plaster and glass; he looked forward to exploring the area outside of the city, not the closed, air-conditioned, artificially perfumed interiors of the buildings he passed.

Even with traffic, it did not take him long to reach his destination and he pulled into a vacant space near the end of the parking lot. Watching people enter and exit the building, he tried to slow his pulse, gathering courage he knew he had. His blue eyes darkened at the thought of what he was going to do. Not too late to back out, he thought as he reached for a large envelope in his bag. But backing out of his mission was not going to happen. For nearly a decade, he had thought about what he would do—he had searched, he had read, and he had stayed away.

Now, with his formal education complete, with a degree and professional title, he had decided it was time to confront his past—not confront, he corrected. Just make contact. He tucked the envelope under his arm and got out of the car.

A/N: And with this short introduction, you will have to wait to find out who is this Vegas visitor! Leave your comments and the next chapter will appear quickly! Thanks for reading!