Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with NCIS. I just like messing with the characters. Title & lyrics taken from Taylor Swift's Fearless, so I don't own those either.

Summary: Sequel to 'Victims of Love'. Gibbs & Lily tease each other at work, and, er... I don't really know what happens after that. :S

Hi! So here's the sequel to Victims of Love! I know you might have been waiting for this for quite some time, but I've finally got around to it and here you are. I'm sorry it's been so long. And also, I have no idea where I'm going with this, so if there are some really long waits between updates, then I'm REALLY sorry. Urm, and it's the middle of the night, so any mistakes are mine & are due to tiredness and a lack of a beta. I hope you like it! :)

Fearless

AND I DON'T KNOW HOW IT GETS BETTER THAN THIS
YOU TAKE MY HAND AND DRAG ME HEADFIRST, FEARLESS
AND I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT WITH YOU I DANCE
IN A STORM IN MY BEST DRESS, FEARLESS

I: I Don't Know How It Gets Better Than This

He crushed her body against the wall of the elevator, the abruptness of his movement knocking the breath out of her. As he pressed his lips against hers, Lily managed to flick the emergency stop switch. A wave of relief crested briefly as the lights dimmed and the whirring of the car stopped, but before she could embrace it she found herself caught up in the passion of Gibbs' kiss.

Hungrily, she kissed back, arcing against the wall to press herself against him as much as she could. She let out a whimper as he knotted his hands in her hair and she allowed her own hands to travel the length of his chest and cup his face, holding him close.

Lily's back arched further as Gibbs' lips left hers and moved instead to the side of her throat. As his teeth nipped at her sensitive skin - leaving a mark they both knew would blossom into a bruise - he used one hand, still tangled in her hair, to gently pull her head to the side while the other drifted down her torso, slipping easily beneath her blouse.

A soft, disappointed moan escaped her lips as he pulled away, removing his hand reluctantly from her shirt. As he stepped away and reached for the emergency stop switch, she eyed him with displeasure.

'People are going to start getting suspicious,' Gibbs pointed out. 'Somebody's bound to notice our elevator journeys take much longer than they should.'

Lily couldn't help but to agree. 'If they haven't already,' she said, dryly.

A thought came to her then, and she stared up at him, a grin spreading across her face.

'What're you smiling about?' asked Gibbs, curious.

'I was just thinking…' she replied, slowly. 'Maybe, we should tell them.'

'Tell them?' He sighed. 'I don't know, Lil'.'

The elevator slowed to a stop. 'Not now,' she said hurriedly. 'But can we talk about it?'

'We'll talk about it,' he answered, reaching to quickly adjust her blouse before the doors opened. The last thing they needed was to be busted coming out of the elevator.

The familiar ding! sounded as the doors opened, and Gibbs moved to step out. Lily hesitated.

'I'm going to go see Abby,' she called after him. He turned back, looking for a moment as if he might follow, or perhaps try to stop her, but he didn't.

'Okay,' he said. 'Don't be long. We do have a case, y'know.'

'I know. Fifteen minutes, tops,' she assured him.

She rode down to the lab alone. As usual, Abby's music was blaring from the speakers and she didn't hear Lily's entry.

'Abby!' she called, heading immediately for the volume button; the sudden decrease in noise level finally caught the forensic scientist's attention.

'Hey, Lily,' Abby smiled. Since Lily had started at NCIS the two had become good friends, and Abby was the first - and only - person Lily would dream of going to to talk about Gibbs. In fact, Abby was, as yet, the only person who knew Lily and Gibbs were even dating - if you could call it that. They hadn't been on a real "date" yet, preferring to spend their evenings either at Gibbs' house or Lily's apartment, often just eating pizza or Chinese take-out before falling into bed (or the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, the shower… There were few places in either of their homes in which they had not yet had sex).

Lily settled into one of Abby's desk chairs. 'So we're going to talk about telling people,' she said.

'You and Gibbs?' Abby raised an eyebrow. 'Really?'

'Well, we discussed it in the elevator,' Lily said. 'Briefly.'

'Before or after he gave you the hickey on your neck?' Abby laughed.

Lily flushed, her hand going to the raw patch on her throat. 'Already?' she groaned. She hadn't realised he'd bitten her that hard. 'Do you have a mirror?' she asked.

Abby passed her a compact and she examined the mark. Sure enough, the imprint of Gibbs' teeth stared back at her, an angry red oval.

Frustrated, she pulled the collar of her blouse as high as she could and tried to arrange her hair to cover it. She'd have to cover it with makeup, but that would have to wait until she got back to her desk. As long as she could keep it hidden from DiNozzo for the rest of the day, and tomorrow she could wear a turtleneck.

'I'd better go,' Lily said, jumping up. 'I need to cover this before somebody sees.'

'Okay.' Abby gave her a quick hug. 'See you later?'

'Sure. I'll be down when I can.'

-x-

Back in the squad room, Lily rummaged through her purse for her makeup. Gibbs watched her from his desk, a cheeky grin on his face. She glared at him as she hurried to the bathroom.

Ziva was washing her hands at the sink when Lily entered. Ignoring her for the moment, Lily tossed her hair back and yanked her collar down. She dabbed powder over the bruise, cursing quietly as it stubbornly refused to disappear.

'Did Gibbs give you another hickey?' Ziva asked suddenly.

Lily spun to face her. 'Gibbs? No,' she lied. 'This is from… um… last night. I just didn't notice it before.'

Ziva raised a disbelieving eyebrow. 'Lily,' she sighed, 'I am trained to notice these things.'

'There's nothing to notice,' Lily said, defensively.

Ziva's raised eyebrow rose further. 'If you say so,' she shrugged, tossing her paper towels into the trash.

After Ziva had left, Lily leant back against the door with a sigh. Damn Gibbs! If he hadn't given her that hickey, she never would've been in the bathroom with Ziva, who would never have said anything. She knew she would have to do something to get him back.