A/N: I don't own CSI or Poltergeist! I just thought it would be fun to put the characters in the situation and see how it pans out! Again, Slash, Nick/Greg established relationship, please Read and Review! Thanks Guys!
Nick and Greg lay asleep in their bed, their golden retriever Maverick lying at the base of the bed, feet kicking fitfully. The three-year-old house settled quietly around them. The two had made the move to the new Vegas suburb, Montaña Verde Estates after being together for two years. The two floor three bedroom suburban home lent itself to the desire of one day starting a family.
In the kitchen the electric timers on the appliances slowly changed with the passing minutes. The water in the icemaker gurgled and a quite tumbling was heard as more ice fell into the drawer. The living room sat quietly, only the ticking from the clock on the mantel, surrounded by photos of the two men made any noise. Suddenly, the room was bathed in a flickering light as the television came on spurting static into the living room.
"What are you going to do with your day off Greggo?" Nick asked as he sat reading the paper at the kitchen table. Greg stood over the stove, frying bacon for the two while Maverick sat staring up at the skillet.
"Uh, I think I was just going to clean, you know the usual. It's not like it's a real vacation day Nicky, the guys coming to dig the pool should be here in like an hour," Greg looked down at the dog giving him sad eyes, "Let's just hope adventure over here doesn't fall in before we even get it done."
"He should be fine, I think he's a little smarter than that," Nick said, taking a sip from his coffee. Greg grabbed the orange juice from the fridge, setting it on the table before moving back over to the stove.
"Your mom called and said that can't help but worry if we get kids that they're just gonna fall in and – SHIT!" Greg screamed as oil splattered onto his hand. He quickly brought it up to his mouth, knocking the skillet onto the floor. The dog quickly went to the bacon, tenderly eating the hot pieces in its mouth.
"Fine, eat it stupid, you're just going to burn your mouth… Ugh… I'm sorry Nicky, now we don't have any breakfast…" Greg muttered, still nursing his hand.
"It's fine G, I'll stop by that little place like we usually do."
Greg sighed, "Fine… Oh... by the way… did you leave the TV on when you came to bed last night? It was on this morning and I could have sworn it was off."
"I thought I did, but anything is possible," Nick said as he and Greg walked through the living room to the front door, "I'll see you after shift," he said, kissing Greg on the cheek. They both turned as Maverick suddenly coughed up a piece of hot bacon in the kitchen.
"Bye Maverick…" Nick laughed as he walked out to his car.
Greg stood on the front walk as Nick pulled out. He looked to his right, waving at his neighbor Ren Huddle before moving back inside. He was just finishing the mess in the kitchen when the men with the loader arrived and began digging the large hole in the backyard.
"Be careful of that tree!" Greg shouted to the guy with the plans for the pool, pointing at the large gnarled old tree by the back of the house.
"Why do you want that thing? It's almost dead."
"I don't know, it's just older than this entire neighborhood, I'd rather it went out on it's own terms"
The guy just shrugged and went back over to the others, "Whatever man, your choice, but that thing's gonna be a hazard someday"
Greg just smiled and went back into the sunny kitchen, watching the work through the windows while he washed the dishes. He was putting away the plates when Maverick whined. Greg looked over at the breakfast nook where dog sat whining at the table and chairs. The chairs were all pulled back from table by a couple of feet.
Greg stood staring at the scene, and then down at Maverick.
"Did you…" he sighed, "Oh what am I asking…"
He put all the chairs back and then went back over to the sink and grabbed two glasses. He turned to put them in a different cabinet and gasped, dropping the glasses so they shattered on the tile floor.
The dog sat staring back at Greg whining, but Greg wasn't concerned about Maverick, he was concerned about the chairs now stacked in a pyramid on top of the table. Greg frowned, something was wrong here.