Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, just writing for fun.

After the events of First. Some one is going to meet the parents. Might want to read First first ( looks kind of funny :)). Hope you like it, please comment, and yes, it’s short-ish but it’s just the beginning.

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Was that giggling on his bridge? Mal could hear it from his bunk with the hatch open and thought to himself that it better not be Kaylee and the doc.

Climbing up the ladder with some irritation, he began to think up some new rules for the ship, like no sex, ever, 'cept maybe 'Nara's shuttle. No, no sex, not even in designated areas. He was sick of it!

As Mal neared he heard a tinny voice relaying a story with intermittent snickering. That girl was on the cortex again!

“....and then I told him I had no idea where-”

“Hold on.”

River was facing the Captain as he entered the cockpit with a sweet, innocent smile, “Yes?”

Mal hated it when she tried to look all sweet and innocent.

“River, that is not a play thing. Every gorram minute you’re on the cortex with that boy. We use it for work.”

“This is about work.”

“I was under the impression that criminal type business had a lot less gigglin’ involved.”

“It’s funny when Jayne gets shot.”

“Well.. yah....but that ain’t the point. Wait, Mischa has a job for us?”

“Talk to him.”

Mal leaned over the pilot’s chair and addressed Mischa on the wave screen,” Mischa.”

“Hey, Mal.”

“So, you wanna talk business?”

“I was telling River that Katya said there might be some work in Fortiscue, out on Aberdeen.”

“Aberdeen, eh? Haven’t been out there in a while. Ya sister still on Ezra?”

“No, she’s working a job on Bellerophon, but she told me to tell you that to contact an Elmer Martin. He runs the local ring out there, got a shipment that needs to be sent off world, discretely.”

“Wouldn’t be knowin’ what that cargo is, now wouldya?”

Last time he went into a discrete-like smuggling job, his cargo bay had been f