There was an anguished cry that resounded from the sideboard.
"Reid?"
"Aaugh!"
"What the hell…?"
The young profiler was covered from head to toe in scalding hot coffee. Glass shards littered the carpet at his feet, and the coffee maker hung precariously from its cord near the edge of the countertop.
"What happened?"
"It blew up!" Reid cried, shaking remnants of the brown liquid from his hair. He began trying to scrape up the old coffee grounds and the shards of wet paper filter up from the countertop.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay!" he said flatly. "Now how am I supposed to get my caffeine fix?"