A/N: I was in the mood to write something, so I took one of the older prompts. So here is another 221B.

Also I realized that this is the first time I'm making fun of Mycroft's diet. Why haven't I ever done that before?;)

Thank you to JennaEf for the spell check:)

Prompt: Mycroft hates having to keep tabs on Sherlock. For one day, he turns the cameras off. By TadPole1


Mycroft paced his office, which was more like walking from point A to point B with a considerate distance in between. It took no less than a minute to cross this office. Occasionally his eyes strayed to his phone, lying innocently on the desktop. He hesitated by the desk; his fingers twitched and he made an unconscious step forward. Mycroft caught himself in time and, suppressing a frustrated groan, continued on his way to the other side of the room.

How he hated keeping tabs on his insolent younger brother. Mycroft huffed and clasped his hands behind his back. It served him right, Mycroft thought. Not that Sherlock would notice, but Mycroft had turned the surveillance off for the day. Though after hours of nervous pacing and worrying about what mess had Sherlock managed to get himself into for this short time, he wasn't sure who was at disadvantage in this situation. Mycroft barely resisted from digging out a chocolate bar hidden in his safe and eating away all his worries. No, his strict diet would not allow that, he told himself. Also he would be having lunch with Gregory in half an hour.

He took a calming breath. It did not help.

With an irritated sigh he grabbed the phone to bring the surveillance back. Now, he felt much better.