London has Fallen (Sherlock)
"Where is she Sherlock?" Mycroft demanded.
"I haven't the slightest idea of who you are talking about-,"
"Sherlock I know when you are lying!" Mycroft barked. "Lestrade told me she is here, now where the hell is she?!" Sherlock took a moment, debating on how hard of a time he was going to give his brother, but seeing how rightfully pissed off he was, he motioned his eyes towards the bathroom.
Mycroft practically stormed his way threw the kitchen, John, curious as what was going on, followed, but lingered by the kitchen table. Mycroft jiggled the handle to the bathroom but it appeared to be locked. "Sherlock if you do not open this door right now I swear-"
"Oh calm down Mycroft!" Sherlock warned, "The key is on top of the door frame."
"I can't believe you've done this again!" Said Mycroft reaching for the key, "You can't detox people like this!" John turned and gave Sherlock a quizzical look.
"I'm sorry, detox?" He said. Mycroft turned the key and opened the door.
"Oh my god Sherlock..." Mycroft said. John, now frightened, followed into bathroom.
"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed.