A series of drabbles, one shots, etc. about Calleigh and Eric's relationship so far- or what I want it to be.

Yes, I do own a lot of things. I don't own CSI MIAMI, characters, what not, however. If I did, I'd kill off all those characters (Dr. Tara Price, Jake Berkley) that got in their way by, oh say, season one... episode...ONE.

But i digress.

I remember the first day we met. God, she was beautiful. I was working for dive recovery, and was surfacing with my latest find- a dilapidated buoyancy compensator device, or BCD, that placed our diver -victim in the water of that bay. I looked up as I ascended, and saw her through the clear Miami waters. It was like a vision from heaven.

It was the girl I knew I wanted to know. It was the girl I wanted to love, and fall in love with, over and over again.

Her hair fell down her back, gleaming like liquid gold. It framed her face, which was graced with a smile. No, it was more than a smile- it was a laugh. My angel was laughing.

And all of the sudden, I was laughing with her. I did not know what it was she was laughing at, but it was contagious. It started out as a smile, than I started giggling into my regulator, bubbles pouring out of my mouth. There was not a care in the world, for this beautiful lady was above me, the sun was shining, and I had found my soul mate.

I surfaced, out of breath for I had laughed too much. My precious girl was still there, standing on the dock near where I was diving, talking to a man with red hair and sunglasses. Her fair skin was off set by a tight black quarter length shirt, with a low v-neck, but of course, not too low. Her straight black jeans hugged her curves, accentuating the amazing muscles her petite body had built. The sun caught something on her hip- a police badge. Next to it- a gun holster. She was a fellow police officer. A fellow police officer who happened to work in four inch heels. No complaints here.

She turned away from the red haired man, who I noticed, was also a police officer.

"Are you Police Officer Delko?" She smiled. Good gods, what an amazing smile. And those eyes! Greener than emeralds. More precious than emeralds.

I spit the reg out of my mouth, and removed my mask before speaking."Yes, I am."

"I'm CSI Calleigh Dusquene, and this is my boss, CSI Horatio Caine. We work for the Miami Dade Crime Lab. We'd like to speak to you, if that's all right. I promise, you're not in any sort of trouble." Of course it was all right. It was great.

I shrugged myself out of my gear, and handed it up to Bill, one of the team members I worked with. I lifted myself up onto the dock, a few feet away from her, so not to get her wet.

I smiled at her, and she blushed, and gave me the once over. It was at that time I had realized I had not worn my wet suit, since it was so hot out that day. So I was standing in front of this beautiful lady, soaking wet, in nothing but my swim trunks. I blushed.

"How can I help you, ma'm?"

"Well, Officer Delko, my boss and I have a proposition for you." That southern drawl was so intoxicating, I wished she would never stop talking. "We are in need of another CSI, and have heard through your friend, CSI Timothy Speedle, that you fit the qualifications. Plus with your dive recovery abilities, you'd make an excellent addition to our team." She said the last part with an almost hushed voice- as if it were our little secret. I was hooked.

"Are you offering me a job?" I asked with a coy smile.

"You start next Monday," she said with finality, turning around, walking away with an almost sexy sway in her hips. I decided to have some fun.

"Hey! Who said I said yes?" I called after her. She turned around, but kept on walking next to Horatio Caine.

"You know you want it," Calleigh winked, smiled, let out a laugh and spun back around.

Lets just say I was blown away from the day we first met.

Calleigh Dusquene. I would never forget that name.