Sherlock made his way quickly up to Mycroft's office, not even bothering to knock before pushing the door open. He shut it behind him and turned to see his brother staring at him from across his oak wood desk.
"Brother," Mycroft greeted, waving to a chair across from him. Sherlock took it regretfully and watched his brother carefully.
"The cameras, if you would?" Sherlock said, just wanting to get out of there. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with his older brother at all. He just wanted to find John and get him back to 221B before he left for good.
"Na-uh. That game, first," Mycroft ticked, folding his hands on his desk and leaning back slightly.
"How's that diet coming, brother dear?" Sherlock snickered, hoping to get Mycroft ticked off just enough that he'll want him out of there faster and would just show him the damn cameras.
Mycroft sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "The game, Sherlock," he growled, sucking his stomach in a bit so it wasn't hanging out so much.