Sources: A Book of American Humorous Verse; The Tale of Genji

Chronology: pre-season 1.

Emily Dickinson:

Forbidden fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!

Calleigh wasn't entirely sure about her new coworker. Eric Delko seemed like he could prove to be a good CSI with a little more experience, but his punctuality left something to be desired.

He sure was easy on the eyes, though.

She glanced up when she heard him finally arrive at the crime scene. "Hey," she smiled. "Next time, remember to identify yourself when you come in. That way I won't think you're a suspect and shoot you by mistake."

The younger CSI smiled back and set his kit down on the floor. "Does that happen a lot?"

"Not a whole lot, but it's best to err on the side of caution. This looks like a pretty standard burglary. The house's owner came home from work to find her computer, television, and money missing. The bathroom window was pried open. You want to get started printing the window?"

"Sure."

"Actually, come to think of it there might be some good shoe prints in the dirt outside. We should probably get those taken care of first, since they can degrade so quickly. Do you mind doing that while I print the window?"

"So you can keep an eye on me?" he jokingly accused.

That had been one reason she suggested it-after all, he was new, and it would be a good idea to be someplace where she could oversee his work and give him constructive criticism. "Maybe." She took her kit and walked out.

He followed her a moment later, admiring the way her hair swayed as she walked gracefully on high heels. "Fine with me. That means I get to keep an eye on you, too."

Calleigh smirked in amusement. She was used to the way men acted around her. As long as they didn't get too serious or carry it too far, she was more often flattered than annoyed by flirtatious comments. "Just as long as you can keep your other eye on the evidence."

Murasaki Shikibu:

I might have met the first lily of spring, he says.
I look upon a flower no less pleasing.