Something rather... odd and oc that I wrote... My attempt at humor. Probably not a successful attempt, but heck. So here it is.
Javert glanced about the corner nervously. What if he was seen? His very reputation was at stake!
But it had to be done. He eyed the container apprehensively, but not without a sort of reverent appreciation. All he had to do was walk up to the counter, grab the container, pay for it, and leave. So simple, yet...
Bahorel bit his lower lip. Oh, that container was his weakness- he had to have it; if he lost it, he would be crushed. However, Combeferre was looking his way, and he knew that he'd have some serious explaining to do if he so much as walked into the shop.
But there! A man with heavy sideburns was also eying the container- he had to beat him to it! It seemed that the other man had seen him as well, because he was now moving quickly towards the store. Bahorel gasped and darted across the street, approaching the door at the same time as Javert.
"Begging your pardon," Javert muttered, shoving Bahorel aside. Bahorel, however, had the advantage of pure mass over Javert, and shoved him back, almost knocking him into the ground. He then turned and sprinted into the shop. The jar was his! It was his! Until-
"Where the hell is it?"
Javert walked up behind him, a look of disbelief etched into every line of his face. "It's... Gone? It can't be gone..."
Bahorel turned for the door and glanced out into the street. There was somebody running in the opposite direction, holding the precious jar! And the run was distinctive- girly, almost...
"Prouvaire!" Bahorel gave a mixed hiss and bark. Then he turned to Javert. "Well? You're an officer of the law!"
"So?"
Bahorel grinned maniacally. "Let's get him!"
And abandoning all pretenses of civility, the two men raced down the street after the precious jar of chocolate toffee.