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.

One more part after this. The song referred to is Resistance by Muse.

By now, taking into account all of the things he had learned about Mike lately, Harvey was more determined than ever to stake his claim. He was the type of person that enjoyed a challenge. Mike was definitely a challenge, not just because of how he kept random parts of himself hidden, but because of all the times, he called Harvey out, or argued his point. It kept the older man constantly coming back for more. Not to mention that all of Mike's talents seemed to involve him hands, which did terrible things to his apparently overactive imagination.

So when a strange man approached Mike outside the building and instantly hugged him, Harvey inwardly seethed. The man was around Mike's age, with long hair and baggy jeans, and talked to Mike like they were old friends. That was fine, Harvey told himself. Friends do that all time, it wasn't anything special. He kept repeating that and had nearly convinced himself by the end of the day when Mike appeared, casually walking in. "Harvey? I need to leave early next Friday."

Harvey frowned. "Next Friday is in two days. I'd need more notice than that."

"Not this Friday, the next one." Mike gave no explanation, just stood in the room, waiting patiently.

"Why?"

"I promised an old friend that I would help him out. I promise that it is nothing illegal, either by the laws of New York or by your personal ones." Mike's tone was open and completely honest, making it very hard for Harvey to find a valid reason to deny the request.

"Fine. Take off early, it's not like you don't stay late all the time." Harvey looked up and couldn't help but smile at Mike's cheerful look.

The next time that Harvey heard about Mike's mysterious Friday was from Rachel. Since Donna and Mike had included Harvey and Rachel in their weekly dinners, something that had grown from dinner served at Mike's to one that was held at a different home every week, the paralegal had been more open with Harvey and Donna. It grew to the point that Rachel and Donna took their lunches together, and often, she would chat with Harvey when they passed in the hall.

"Harvey? Are you going to to contest this Friday?" Rachel had bluntly asked him Monday morning when she delivered some research.

"What contest? Thanks." He put the papers on his desk looking slightly confused.

"The music contest. Didn't Mike tell you?" Rachel looked surprised, and glanced into the hall toward Donna, who immediately wandered in. "Harvey doesn't know about the contest."

"Really? I was sure you were going." Donna seemed surprised, an expression that Harvey couldn't remember ever seeing on her face.

"Mike told me he gave you an invitation." Rachel accused, softly. "Why aren't you going?"

"I didn't know anything about a contest." He answered honestly. "Mike asked me to leave early this Friday and that was all. He just said he had to help a friend."

Donna sighed, looking happy. "I know, he's a darling really. I got to listen to them last night, it was amazing."

Harvey looked dumbfounded, but Rachel laughed. "You really like him, huh?"

"Mike?"

"No, Harvey." Donna rolled her eyes. "I like Mike's friend, Adrian. He's adorable."

"I don't see it. Although Devin is pretty nice." Rachel smirked then outright laughed at Harvey's lost expression. "Harvey, do you know anything about Mike?"

"I know more than you do." The lawyer muttered. "Now, one of you tell me what exactly I was supposed to know or get out so I can hunt down Mike and make him tell me."

"Alright." Donna still looked far too pleased. "Mike is playing keyboard and singing for a band contest Friday. Some of his friends had entered but their singer got sick, so they asked Mike to fill in just once. That's why he needed off early. He really didn't tell you?"

Harvey shook his head, but it was Rachel that frowned. "But, he told me he gave you an invitation. I asked him this morning. Why..."

Mike appeared in the door and froze, holding two boxes of files and looking frazzled. "Um, hi, sorry but I got dragged into this mess for a while." He adjusted his hold on the boxes. "Donna? Will you please give this to Harvey?" Mike wasn't able to grip the boxes with one hand, but he moved his fingers enough to show an envelope. When Donna took it, Mike instantly darted off, apparently in a hurry.

Donna casually opened the envelope, dropping a thin ticket on Harvey's desk. "I guess he invited you after all." She chuckled before returning to her desk.

Rachel looked annoyed. "Well, at least he didn't lie. So, are you going?"

Harvey looked at the ticket for a minute then shrugged. "Should I? I am his boss."

"Oh please." More proof that Rachel wasn't uncomfortable around Harvey. "Donna and I both know exactly what you think of Mike, and associate doesn't cover even part of it."

Harvey glared, knowing a loosing battle when he saw one. "I'm still his boss."

"So? You're Donna's boss and you went to that play with her last month. Don't even pretend that it was because she blackmailed you, either." Rachel lectured sternly. "You can use that on someone that doesn't know better."

Harvey's intercom buzzed. "Harvey, you are going, no excuses, and wear something casual." Donna's cheerful voice just ended any debate. "We'll ride together."

It wasn't until the day of the contest that Mike actually had the chance to talk to Harvey about it. The blond had been completely immersed in papers on a case that Luis was running, and had very little time for talk.

"Hey."

"How did the case go?" Harvey noticed that Mike looked tired.

"We won, but I'm glad it's over... Luis said that we would all have to stay here the while weekend if we didn't finish." Mike made a face, expressing exactly what he thought of that. "By the way, are you coming tonight?"

Harvey raised an eyebrow at the soft tone Mike used. "Donna says I am." He stated in his resigned tone, before adding. "I was going to anyway."

Mike's face fell a bit. "That's good... If you had other plans I would have understood." he shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Mike, do you want me to go or not?" Harvey wanted a definite answer.

"I do! I just... also understand that you most likely have more important things to do. Besides, I didn't actually have the time to ask, so.." He shrugged.

"You should be going if you are going to make it on time." Harvey stood. "We'll be there, but you better win."

Mike grinned, "Of course we'll win. They're a good band." He turned, waving at Donna as he left.

When Harvey and Donna arrived at the large scale bar, the contest had already started, which earned Donna a sharp look, as Harvey hated being late for anything. The place was packed, and if the band that was currently ruining whatever song they were playing then this would be a long night.

Rachel ambushed them a few minutes after they arrived, looking nice in a pair of slacks and a dark blue top. Between her and Donna, who was in similar clothes, only a purple top, Harvey was the envy of nearly every man present.

"Where's Mike?" Harvey finally asked Rachel, after looking for the younger man.

"He's backstage, we won't see him until after the band performs."

The news wasn't exactly welcome, as Donna had spent the whole ride over telling Harvey how he needed to spend time with Mike outside of the office. When Harvey had protested, mentioning their group dinners, Donna had scoffed and told him that it wasn't the same thing.

The three spent their time criticizing the other bands and drinking. The few bands that were good, were still talked down about, because, it was rather fun. Then, the man who had been announcing the various bands, called out a name that meant nothing to Harvey but made Donna sit up and focus on the stage. Harvey took one look at the stage and decided that there was absolutely no way that was his associate. Mike was standing by an electric keyboard, in a very dark green shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants.

Then the band started to play and Harvey was floored once again. The song started with just the drums and the keyboard. Apparently, Mike was equally talented with that as he was everything else Harvey had discovered.

When the bassist joined in, Mike opened his mouth and proved that he could sing as well. Harvey was beyond shocked. Everyone that knew him, understood that Harvey enjoyed music, although he preferred the older styles. He had never heard this one before, but noticed in the rare instances that he was able to tear his eyes from the stage that others in the bar had. Mike had been correct, Harvey decided, at the song grew, getting louder before going back to the keyboard and drums briefly before the second verse started, the band was good.

When the song was over and the band had left the stage, Harvey, in an attempt to focus on anything else, turned to Donna. "So, which one was yours?"

"Not mine, Harvey." Donna retorted, "Not yet. Adrian was the guitarist."

"I see..." He was fully prepared to tease her, when Mike appeared with the man that Harvey vaguely remembered playing the drums.

"Hey! You made it." The kid was grinning as he pushed his friend toward Rachel. "Well, what are our chances?"

"You know perfectly well that you did great, Mike." Donna half scolded, looking around. "Don't beg for praise."

"But, how else will I get any Donna?" Mike laughed. "He'll be here in a bit, so stop looking."

Donna pouted, but brightened when the guitarist did join the small group.