A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY this fic took a backseat to four years of college but I am revising and writing the rest of it I swear. Enjoy the revised chapters and I'll update shortly!


She was back in Egypt. Certain sources had confirmed it.

The very thought of it had his senses tingling, his heart beating faster; he could almost hear the blood rushing at what seemed twice the normal rate just under his skin. He kept his emotions in check however, lest he appear to break the professional facade he'd cultivated meticulously over the past several years. Only his eyes shone with excitement.

Looking back, he could scarcely remember a time after the sting of amour had so precipitously pricked him when he had not been there to watch her disembark and grace the ground with her first footsteps. Unfortunately, nasty business to do with a greedy dealer and missing artifact caused him to miss the event.

The man could not deny that he kept unnecessary tabs upon her whereabouts. Ever since Amelia Peabody Emerson escaped through his fingertips with her beloved Emerson and the heartbroken master criminal she'd left behind had written the letter in which he painstakingly made a promise that would break his reprehensible heart to keep, he had not interfered with her business. At least, not directly.

Except for that disturbing winter in the Sudan, Sethos had made note of her presence through his network of informers and keenly kept an eye on her. He shuddered to remember that winter, only a year ago, in which she had disappeared in a haze of sand. He strove for months not to imagine Amelia in the clutches of a murderous wanderer of the desert; spent his nights purposefully driving away the nightmares of fair skin and dark hair stained and matted with viscous blood. But when she appeared, husband, son, and beautiful new ward, in tow how could he be anything but relieved and furious and…curious.

Where had she gone?

Her little fiction of missionaries in a remote oasis failed to capture his imagination. Like most people in the trade, he had heard of Willy Forth's lost city of gold, and like most people, Sethos had been absolutely fascinated by it. Was that where she had disappeared to? He was incredibly curious to find out.

He feared that he would not be the only one sufficiently enamored by the contemplation of treasure.

Maybe, he thought, I should catch the next steamer to Cairo.