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.

Part four everyone. Probably two more parts after this. I'm so happy that everyone is enjoying it. I'm trying to make a nice slashy ending for you all... but I suck at smut. Sorry.

Five days after Mike ruined Harvey's fairly clean mind, and two days after Harvey was able to stop focusing on Mike's hands every time the younger man appeared, another talent was brought to Harvey's attention.

It was lunch time, and after inhaling half a sandwich and a Red Bull, Mike spent the rest of his short break outside on a bench near the building. Harvey often found him there when he needed the kid on a whim. So when Harvey needed a file and Mike wasn't at his desk the first place he checked was outside the building. He never understood Mike's apparent fondness for the spot, but it technically was the kid's break so Harvey never called him on it.

When Harvey appeared next to Mike, the younger man smiled. "Hey, Harvey, what do you need?" He blinked when the older man just stared. "Harvey?"

"What is that on your suit?" Dark brown eyes were studying the small flecks that were littered all over Mike's jacket.

"Hmm?" Mike looked down and stood, brushing it off. "Oh, nothing important. So, what do you need?"

"I need the Kelsey files. I'm meeting them in twenty." Harvey decided that since he was in a hurry he would accept Mike's dodge. He was pleased when the kid immediately headed toward the building.

Harvey forgot all about the incident until a strange small wooden statue appeared on Donna's desk. Harvey noticed it once or twice but didn't ever mention it until he noticed how protective she was of it. She causally moved it when people dropped files, and slapped hands when someone went to touch it. Nothing about that was unusual, not for Donna when she liked something.

"So Donna, what is that thing supposed to be?" Harvey finally asked, one slow morning.

"It's the Egyptian Goddess Isis. She was the consort to Osiris and considered to be the most beautiful woman to ever live."

"That's right... I read once that Cleopatra was supposed to be made in her image." Harvey leaned closer examining the detailed bit of wood carefully. "It's good. Where did you get it?"

"It was a gift." Donna smirked, knowing the game they would play next.

"Hmm... New boyfriend?"

"Not yet."

"New hopeful boyfriend? If so, you should consider him, obviously he thinks highly of you."

That made Donna laugh. "Hardly, he has his eye on someone else. He goes for the big prizes."

"Really? Okay..." Harvey thought for a few minutes, then shrugged. "I give, who gave it to you?"

The look on Donna's face could only be called crafty. "I'm not sure I should tell you, but you asked so nicely..." She paused for effect then answered. "Mike gave it to me."

The answer floored Harvey for several reasons. One, that Mike thought highly enough of Donna to openly give her a present. Two, that Mike apparently had very good taste when it came to gifts, which explained the exceptional cuff links he had been given anonymously at Christmas. And three, that Mike had feelings for someone, someone who was considered a big prize. Harvey didn't like that, he didn't want Mike's eyes on anyone but him. He spent several minutes thinking about who it could be before Donna spoke again.

"Don't hurt yourself, Harvey. Just go ask him if it bothers you so much." The redhead's smile was sly.

"It doesn't bother me." Harvey replied automatically, "I was wondering where he got such a nice carving."

"Sure you were." Came the flippant reply, Donna not believing him at all. "My advice stands. If you want to know, ask him, he's at his desk." She wasn't surprised that Harvey wasn't there when she looked up.

"Mike." The blond raised his head at the sound of his name. "Do you have a minute?"

"No, I never have a minute. My boss works me until I drop." He was smiling though. "What do you need?"

The older man was smiling as well. "I wanted to ask you about the statue you gave Donna."

"Which one? The Isis one or the Athena one?" Mike rolled his head a bit, stretching.

"You gave her two? I only saw one on her desk." Harvey was confused now.

"Yeah. Athena because Donna knows everything and Isis because anything less and Donna wouldn't accept it. What about them?"

Harvey processed that then nodded. "Where did you get them? The one I saw was very detailed."

"Thanks, took me forever to make it." Mike looked at Harvey for another minute, then went back to his files, assuming that the conversation was over.

Harvey, on the other hand, wasn't finished. "You made that? When do you have time for that kind of project?"

Mike frowned at his files. "I worked on them during my lunch break and on Sunday. What, do you want one?" Mike glanced at Harvey. "You're not the Isis type."

Harvey smirked. "Maybe I do want one. But, if you give me Hades of Anubis, you're fired."

Mike scoffed. "Please, that's Luis. You're more like Poseidon or Horus."

"Really now?" Harvey leaned against the wall, plainly enjoying the analogies. "Who's Zeus then?"

"Miss Pearson. Besides, nothing tops Horus." Mike closed a folder and handed it to Harvey. "Finished and notated."

The older man took the file, disappointed that the conversation was over, but took an extra moment to lean over Mike's desk. "I'll have to wait to see what you make then." Harvey went back to his office, enjoying the slight flush that appeared at Harvey's deliberately low tone.

But, when Donna brought him a small box with a beautiful wooden carving of Horus in it, it was Harvey that was slightly embarrassed.