Besides Christmas, New Year's was probably Mike Ross's favorite holiday. But of course, Harvey Specter had to kill that for him.

"It's not a holiday," he says. "It's the media putting the idea in people's minds that going from one year to the next is extra ordinary when it's not. But winning a case that one has worked there ass off for? That, is worth celebrating."

"Yes, O wise Grasshopper," replied Mike, bowing to Harvey, hands clasped together as if in prayer.

A barely there of a smile graced Harvey's lips.

"Just get to work, you stupid cricket."

But regardless of the playfulness of it all, Harvey's words stung Mike a bit. And every time Harvey would walk by his desk, he made sure of himself to look extra hurt. He didn't really expect it to change anything, but surprisingly enough, it did get some form of a reaction from his boss.

Harvey stopped by Mike's workspace and even bothered to step inside his cubical. His hands were in his pockets, as usual.

"Okay Mike, here's the deal."

Mike turned his head to look at his boss, curiosity written on his face.

"Because I think— wait, let me rephrase that. Because I know that this isn't really a holiday, I decided to keep my evening free. But since you won't give up your little charade, how about I give up my perfectly good free time, and take you to a little somewhere to show just how much propaganda is really put into this thing."

Mike's eye brows shot up.

"You? Give up your free time? For me?" He threw his hand over his heart in an overly dramatic fashion and tilted his head just so. "Why Harvey! You do care."

"I don't," Harvey dead panned. "But I feel my point must be made."

"Well," said Mike, returning to himself again, "where are we off to?"

"Time Square."

"Time Square?" Mike looked over at his computer for the time. It almost read ten p.m. And today was the thirty first of December. Mike looked back to his boss once again, eyes wide and puppy dog like. Harvey thought this was not how a grown man should look.

"Are you serious?"

Harvey didn't get the question, but decided to answer just so he could end the conversation already.

"Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

Harvey was about to turn around to make his way back to his office, but Mike just kept on rambling.

"I— I'm gonna go to Time Square the see the ball drop?" He felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Ever since he could remember, he always wanted to see the magic happen in person.

"No shit, Sherlock. Now get your coat. We're leaving now."

While Mike put his desk work away at the speed of light, Harvey went to get his own coat. When he came back to his associates desk ready to go, Mike didn't seem quite as prepared. While Harvey was in a long military style black wool coat, black knitted gloves, and a gray cashmere scarf, Mike was in no more than his suit and a hoody.

"Don't you ever wear a coat?"

"Oh, well, biking to work even in this weather I tend to work up a sweat so..." Mike winced at how pathetic he thought he sounded.

Harvey just shook his head in disapproval and started walking towards the elevator, expecting Mike to follow along, which he did.

It was now eleven thirty five at night. They both somehow managed to squeeze their way through all the hundreds of thousands of people to the center of the crowd. From what Harvey could tell, Mike was having the time of his life. While he was bopping his head to the music of the performers, the older of the two just stood with his hands deep in his coat pocket. He didn't really understand how his associate could stand the cold. He was probably the only one who wasn't dressed for the weather.

"How can you stand this weather?" Harvey, in order to be heard, had to lean over and level his mouth with Mike's ear.

Mike just shrugged. "Don't know!" He had a goofy grin playing on his face.

Again, Harvey just shook his head. He just couldn't figure the kid out sometimes.

It was now ten minutes to midnight, and Mike started to mellow out. But now that he wasn't moving around as much, the cold weather started to hit him hard. He felt it most in his hands, so tried in vain to warm them up.

Harvey noticed what he was trying to do.

"What, can't take the cold anymore?"

"I guess not!" Now Mike was really starting to feel it.

Harvey really wasn't one to worry about people. Ever. (Except for Jessica and Donna occasionally.) But the last thing he wanted was for his genius associate to get hypothermia.

Truly he felt offering his gloves wouldn't help much because they were doing little for him as it already was. So he took them off, stuffed them deep in his coat pocket, and took both of Mike's hands in his own.

"Whoa, what are you d-d-doing?"

"Keeping you alive."

He started to rub the younger man's hands with both his own. When Harvey looked up to see how Mike was doing, he was met with a pair of blue eyes for maybe a fraction of a second before they were cast down. Harvey didn't think much of it, so he just went back to doing what he was doing. Helping Mike out a bit.

It was now eleven fifty four. Harvey initially had the whole speech planned out about how it was all just about propaganda and money making, but seeing Mike having such a good time, for once, he just didn't have the heart to ruin the kid's fun.

He was still having a go at warming up Mike's hands, but it didn't seem to be helping too much. He was still shivering, and his lips were turning blue. Harvey heaved a sigh. It seemed he needed to try a wee bit harder. So he stopped with warming up his hands, and started to unbutton his coat.

"Okay, n-now what are y-you d-d-doing?"

"I already told you, keeping you alive."

It was then that he wrapped his arms around Mike, and held him to his chest. Mike was stiff for a minute, not really sure how to react, but quickly started to relish in the heat that was radiating from the older man. So he slowly let his arms wrap around Harvey's waist, and buried his face in his chest, protecting himself from the winds.

Harvey started to observe the crowed a little bit. He noticed a few people were giving them these cute little knowing looks. He really wasn't sure how else to describe them. Yet for some reason, while they didn't totally bother him, he did do his best to ignore them.

Now he started to hear counting.

"20! 19! 18..."

Looked like they were getting ready to drop the ball soon.

"16! 15! 14! 13..."

Harvey felt Mike's head turn towards where all the action was. He felt vibrations on his chest. Mike was counting along with the cloud in just barely a whisper.

"10! 9! 8! 7..."

Harvey and Mike started thinking to themselves, wondering what happened after the counting.

"6! 5! 4..."

Oh.

"3! 2! 1!"

The kiss.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!"

Right.

Mike looked up at Harvey, not really sure what to say.

Harvey looked down at Mike, wondering what they were supposed to do now.

And looking back, they never really knew who made the first move. Looking back, they see it just kind of... happened.

All that mattered was that in the end, their lips met. Harvey licked Mike's lips, and Mike parted his mouth, allowing the lawyer's tongue to pass through. He let Harvey dominate the kiss. Though just as it started to grow more passionate, they involuntarily parted to give themselves air to breath.

Harvey was no longer holding on to Mike. Mike was no longer holding on to Harvey. Actually, he felt sufficiently warm now.

"Okay," said Mike, in somewhat of a questioning manner.

"Right," said Harvey, not really sure what to say next.

They stared at each other for a few more moments, and then nodded. And with just those subtle movements of their heads, they said to each other that they would come back to discuss this later, but by no means avoid it.

When they went about to leave the now confettied Time Square, Mike actually decided to just reach out and hold Harvey's hand. He wasn't sure how the other man would react, but he decided to take the chance. And surprisingly (or not surprisingly) enough, Harvey tightened his grip, showing that he welcomed the small amount of contact.

And in all honesty, this was like coming back to discuss it.

Just holding hands. Because for now, that was enough.