John sighed as he opened the door to 221B. He was tired from his shift at the clinic and his trip to the store, as he knew that Sherlock had not went out to pick up milk like he had suggested this morning. And even if Sherlock did pick up milk…John had remembered while he was at the store that they were out of jam. Making his trip to the store all the more necessary.
John was shocked out of his thoughts when he was tackled to the floor.
"What the-?" John asked as he watched the odd man rummage through his shopping bags.
The man said nothing as he pulled out the strawberry jam. Then without another word, he got off John and walked over to where Sherlock and another stranger (who looked oddly like the jam-man) sat.
"He looks like me." The second person said.
"What?" John asked, "Who are you? And why did he take my jam?"
"This, John, is L and his associate, BB." Sherlock stated.
"I assume there here to talk to you." John sighed, "but why was my jam stolen?"
"I wanted jam." BB said simply. John looked over at him to see the man's face and hands covered in the bright red substance. If John didn't know better, he'd almost think it was blood.