So, a clue. If you are local, you'll have heard of me. -SH

Is that so? You a local celebrity? -CO

[typing]
[typing]

Something like that. Now, my clue? -SH

I'm thinking William was your first name but you don't like it so yeah S stands for your middle name. -CO

Though process typing again there Os. -SH

... sorry. I seriously don't realise I do it. -CO

Wait where did Os come from? Are we doing nicknames now? -CO

Well I don't know your first name and I couldn't be bothered to type Oswin. -SH

Not sure what to say to you anymore. -CO

Well I could go. -SH

You're not going to. -CO

Oh, why not? -SH

You said it yourself, that game is on. -CO

Are you admitting that you're having fun? -SH

Are you? -CO

[typing]

Maybe -SH

(: -CO

So! I gave you a clue, where's mine? -SH

I have a stomach sick feeling that you already know it. Where did you get my number 'SH'? -CO

I don't remember -SH

You're lying. -CO

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Clara began to feel uneasy. She was good, very good. She's study people's habits right down to how they text and she knew that this SH was lying to her. But she couldn't figure out the truth like this, it was infuriating.
Sherlock wasn't on his top form waiter. She was good, almost too good for him. How did she know he was lying it was driving him mad. He slammed his phone down on the table causing John to jump. "Trouble in paradise?" He teased. Sherlock was muttering to himself about how she was clever. John resisted the urge to agree with him, knowing just how clever Clara could be.
"I have to meet her." Sherlock stated.
"That's against the rules Sherlock. Completely over text remember?"
"I don't care!" Sherlock Near shouted. He stormed off to his room.

John had a plan.