Five talents that Harvey didn't know that Mike had and one that he knew he did.
Apparently, I like sequels. Considering that I felt that Good With His Hands wasn't really something people would like, I very surprised that I'm writing one. Actually, I'm really enjoying this. It was just supposed to be just the talk but well it turned into this. *Shrug* Oh well. Thanks everyone for the suggestion, comments and reviews. I read every one of them, often more than once. I love you all.
I should be sleeping. I swear by all that I hold dear that I never sleep anymore. Sorry that this one is so short, but I should have another one up later tonight.
Harvey had been completely blown away by the second discovered talent of Mike's, or the third, pickpocketing included. He had never considered that Mike could cook, considering that the kid was so skinny. Now, he was more determined than ever to figure out what else Mike was good at. But, first came a meeting with a new client.
It took Harvey all of two minutes to realize that there was no way he could speak to the man properly, because the client was deaf. While Harvey knew a bit of Japanese, French and Spanish, he had never considered sign language. He excused himself to try and find anyone who might know it. He went from person to person, even going so far as to ask Luis, before resigning himself to reading the conversation on paper when he saw Mike in his office, with the client. Briefly furious, due to his already irritated mood, Harvey stormed up to the door, stopping in surprise when the client made several complex motions with his hands and Mike smiled, his own hands moving just as quickly.
"You know sign language?" Harvey knew that he was being rude but he, for once couldn't help himself.
"Sure. It's not hard to learn. I read a book on it." Mike's reply was casual as he continued to sign for the client. Filing that information away for later, Harvey took over, with Mike interpreting and the meeting closed on a positive note.
After Mike returned from escorting the client down to his car, Harvey cornered him in an empty conference room. "Mike, why didn't you tell me you could sign?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Harvey? Didn't we have this conversation before? If I had thought that you would have a client that was mute, then I would have mentioned it. Otherwise, why does it matter?"
"It matters because these are things that I need to know. If it might help for a case, you should tell me." Harvey tried to make it seem like he only cared about the job, but he was slightly surprised at the fact that he didn't care about the job as much as he did Mike. Since watching Mike sign so gracefully, Harvey couldn't stop thinking about all the other things those hands could do.
"Fine, fine. If I think of anything that might be useful in a case, I'll tell you." Mike said it in a very appeasing tone, clearly not agreeing with Harvey's logic. He smirked then, and left.
Harvey had thought that he had made his point, until Mike spent the rest of the day signing at him instead. It did nothing for the lawyer's concentration toward his work, but it did do wonders for his imagination.