Archie didn't like coffee; one cup and he would be up all night. So far, he'd been through two and a half cups and he wasn't even sure why. The caffeine kicked him in the pants and had him typing faster than he'd ever typed in his life (even that time he remembered he had a term paper due the next day).

He needed to stop, but couldn't stop sipping the damn stuff and he didn't know why.

Maybe it was because he'd heard the word that Grissom had a hunch. The only problem with that was that Grissom didn't get hunches, he didn't guess and the simple fact that he'd admitted to having said hunch meant that they needed to work through the case and fast.

No one liked a cranky Grissom; Archie wasn't any different.

There was a pile of tapes Archie had to review for the day and not just for Grissom's case. Glancing up at the clock amongst the dim confines of the A/V lab, he realized that he only had a short time before he had to brief Grissom and his team.

Widening his eyes and blinking a few times, the technician pressed fast forward on the player. Noticing one of the victims, he paused the tape and pressed play, zooming in on the section with the victim. Brian Simonise was reaching forward, pointing vehemently at a tray of rings. 'A man who knows just what his lady likes?'

His fiancée had her back turned to him, arms crossed over her chest, looking anywhere but at Simonise. Suddenly, Brian spun around and began speaking with Natasha, arms flailing, eyes tightening. 'That man is pissed,' Archie thought and froze the tape again, printing out the frame he had frozen.

Setting the tape back on play, he sat forward and watched as the man became increasingly angry. The clerk behind the counter said something to him, he turned around, pointed, said something else, and then grasped Natasha's upper arm and shook her. Hard.

'And they're getting married,' he thought with a touch of humor, 'You can just see the love there.'

On screen, the tiny black and white Natasha spun to face her would-be husband and began having words with him. The clerk walked away as the two began hashing it out amongst the other customers.

For another five minutes and thirty-three seconds, the two continued to argue. Afterwards, Brian threw his hands into the air and turned back to the counter. After shouting a few times, the clerk reappeared and pulled out the tray of rings Simonise had been pointing at before.

Archie knew what was about to happen; he'd run the footage through a few times prior. Slowing down the speed of the machine, Archie watched on as the tray was placed down on the glass of the counter, watched as Natasha's bored expression became a little tighter. 'Maybe agitation?' Archie thought idly as he stared at the screen.

The man plucked out one ring and-

"Hey, Arch!" Sara said, entering the room with a flourish. Archie paused the video and spun his chair around to face her. He wondered if she'd had any coffee that day or if she was always that obscenely bright-eyed and bushy tailed. "Looking a little jumpy there."

"I'm on my… third cup," came his response.

Sara chuckled and pull a chair up alongside his. "But you don't drink that stuff."

"No kidding," Archie said, before spinning around to point at the screen. "I think I've come something here." He paused. "Well, what could be something. Finding that out is up to you guys."

Sara smiled at him and chuckled a bit; Archie smiled back. Just then, Grissom walked into the room, his own mug of coffee in tow. "Have we got anything?"

He chose to ignore how the two were smiling at each other; he must have missed something. Archie perked up and pointed to the screen. "We got your vic here, and if that's the woman in the photo you guys showed me, I'm assuming that's his fiancée."

Grissom nodded while swallowing his beverage. "Natasha Martinez," he stated needlessly and waited for Archie to continue.

"Well, look at this." He rewound the tape and played it from the first instance of the couple walking up to the counter. The three of them watched as the mini-fight unfolded and Archie paused it once more, just before the shooting happened.

A smile turning up one side of her lips, Sara said, "Well, that's never a good sign. That much hostility before the marriage?"

"That's why prenups are popular nowadays," Archie snarked and handed the print out of the couple to Grissom. The supervisor glanced at hit quickly and then looked back at the screen. "Now, give it about ten seconds and the gunman comes in."

Again, they turned their attention directly on the screen. "Now this isn't footage of the shooter himself, just Simonise and his wife," Archie said. "I mean, fiancée."

They watched on as the woman behind the counter duck, Natasha hit the floor, and Brian take a slug in the throat.

"Okay…" Sara began, eyes still glued to the carnage on the screen. "What's so out of the ordinar… wait, run it again," she urged. "Right from the beginning."

Grissom straightened his back and stepped forward a bit, leaning over so that half of his body was hovering over Sara's. She would have taken a moment to drink in the warmth if she hadn't been utterly sure that there was something on the tape.

"What is it," Grissom asked as the tape began to play once more, right from the point the couple had first walked up to the counter of rings. "I don't-

"Well," Sara said quickly, leaning forward, closer to the screen, "she doesn't seem to be too interested in that ring he's holding. What woman isn't interested in her engagement ring." She pointed at the screen and both Archie and Grissom followed her finger. "She's looking around." A pause and then, louder, more assured, "She knew what was going to happen."

"Sara..."

"Grissom, really, the man is picking out her engagement ring," Sara said, a note of agitation lingering in her voice. "What kind of woman..."

"Alright, alright. But we can't get a warrant for her place based on what you think to be human nature."

"Not only that!" Sara said and spun around to rest her backside on the edge of the desk. "You saw how she knew exactly… no, you're right, I can't do this based on human nature. But you saw her disinterest…"

"Now you have a hunch?" Archie asked her, amused. Sara shot him a menacing look and he reigned in his smile and then smothered it with his mug. "Sorry."

Grissom wanted to smile, but didn't. Sara's absolute adamancy about the woman was nearly endearing. Ignoring the tiny bit of tightening in his chest, he pressed on. "Well, Brass is questioning her now. He's got us some notes on our Enrique Vargas too." Sara nodded. "He'll brief us later on."

"And we won't be able to tell but… it looks as if the first shot hit's Simonise right in the throat! And then the spray widens, but the shots are all I our view. He's not aiming at anyone else, he's just… just… spraying the bullets around!" Sara was worked up, cheeks pink.

"You're right," Grissom said, deeply interested. "The trajectory makes no sense if he was trying to hit someone." Grissom paused in his thoughts. "Maybe just… scaring them? Showing them what he's capable of?"

Archie spoke up then, "But the man's already down, I think the shooter had made that clear already."

"So…" Grissom began again, "Either the bullet was meant for Brian Simonise or… the shooter just took out the first person he saw?"

"What about the other tapes? Anything on those?" She sat back down in the chair, angling it so that she could look at both Grissom and Archie.

Fiddling with the keyboard, he pulled up the footage from the other tape he had queued. "This is the shooter, nothing concrete here," He paused on the man bursting in. "Textbook really, all black, ski mask, semi automatic."

They watched as the man stepped into the frame and immediately took a shot; it was the shot that had killed Brian Simonise. It wasn't definitive and wouldn't hold up in court, but it seemed as if the shooter had aimed directly at the victim. 'Was it his intention all along?' Grissom thought, 'To take out Simonise.'

"If the bullet was meant for our vic, that would mean the robbery was secondary," Sara said. "But it's hard to tell, even if that's true, we have multiple cartridges, multiple rounds fired into the walls." Sara scoffed, "But he's taken care to disguise himself."

Licking his lips, hands on his hips, Grissom nodded. "Maybe too much so; he had to have left something amongst all of that anonymity." Deep in thought, Grissom missed the entirely affectionate look that Sara gave him.

Archie didn't, and laughed into his coffee.

That snapped Grissom out of his reverie. "What?"

"Nothing, I just… enjoy your one-liners boss."

"Ballistics may pan out," Grissom mentioned. "And we still have those statements to review, not to mention the treads Warrick picked up. We've got a lot to go through this evening so…"

Blinking a few times, Grissom wondered if he'd missed anything, "Let's go catch up with Brass," he told Sara and strode from the audio/visual lab.

Sara chuckled to herself and placed a palm on Archie's shoulder. "That's Grissom-ese for 'Thank you Archie.'" Just before leaving, she shouted over her shoulder, "And lay off the coffee!"

Sara caught up with him in the hallway outside his office. "Warrick's talking to Bobby about our cartridge."

"Good," Grissom assured and moved to walk into his office. Instead, he stopped and held his hand out in front of him, ushering Sara inside. Not bothering to ask him what was up, she walked by him and sat in his visitor's chair. "Is it…"

She waited for him to speak, but the way he was squirming had her intrigued. "We both have hunches." She nodded. "And we're both… never mind."

"What are you talking about Grissom?"

"It's just, isn't it… I don't want to even bring this up but… we both have these feelings about this…"

"And?" Sara asked, wondering where exactly he was going with this.

He shrugged and opened a file, signaling the finality of his next comment. "I just think it's strange that we both had one, you know?"

Rolling her eyes, she stood and moved around the chair. "I don't know," she began, but stopped as she got to the door. "But you're acting weird lately too."

He lifted his head as he watched her go. "Who knows though," she called over her shoulder. "I think it's a full moon tonight."

They'd catch up with Brass later.