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A/N: This is my first story on fanfiction. Aphrodite420 is a better writer than I am. Honestly. Read her stuff, if you haven't already. She writes Star Trek. Really good stuff.

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Chapter 1: Opportunity

I studied the woman with my ex-boyfriend. She was tall and thin, like a stick. Her brown hair laid flat on her head. I took a sip of my martini. Rosie, my best friend, came over.

"What's up, Sonia?" she asked. She ordered a martini for herself and turned to me, while she waited for her drink.

"That woman over there." I said. Rosie followed my eyes and saw James with the bimbo. She looked back at me.

"I thought you two were over?"

"Yeah."

"Then why are you glaring at her?"

"I am not glaring." I said, sitting up straighter in my seat.

"Yes, you are." she responded with a smile.

"No, I'm not. I am studying her."

"Didn't you break up with him because you weren't compatible with each other?"

"Noooo, that was Brayden. James cheated on me with her."

"Oh. I forgot...hey, where are you going?" she asked, as I stood.

"Just going to go say hi."

"Sonia...." Rosie said, standing and blocking my way.

"Rosie please move....seriously...I am just going to go say hi." I replied sweetly. Rosie eyed me, but let me pass. I smiled and thanked her. Then I headed over. James saw me coming and grinned.

"Sonia Michaels!" he said, as I approached them.

"James Gavin....how are you?"

"Good, and you?"

"Great...so, who is your girlfriend?"

"Oh, this is Melanie Miller. Melanie this is Sonia, an ex of mine."

"Oh...hi Sonia." Melanie said, putting her hand out for me to shake. I took it and grinned. When we released each other's hands we studied one another.

"A pleasure to meet you." Sonia replied.

"So...did you get that job you've been wanting?"

"Not yet...by the way- I heard you passed the bar. Congrats." I said to James.

"Yes I did. Melanie passed hers today, so we're celebrating."

"Well congrats to you both. Well, I gotta go. Maybe we will talk again sometime." I said. I turned and walked back to Rosie.

"That seemed pleasant."

"Yes. It was pleasant."

"Let's go home. Maybe we got a call for an interview or something."

"I hope." I said. We grabbed our coats and purses and left the restaurant. We got into my car and drove home.

He stumbled out of the bar in Cairo, Egypt. Life was horrible for William Thompson. He lost his wife to cancer two years before. And his job at the museum was going downhill.

"Will!" his brother, Kyle yelled. He turned and looked at his brother.

"Kyle...how have you been?" Will asked, sitting down on a crate.

"Good....come on, let me take you home."

"No...I will be a-okay." he slurred.

"I doubt that."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Come on." Kyle said, as he helped his brother up. He half carried him to his car and opened the door for him. Once his brother was in, he shut the door and got in and started the car up.

"Nice car."

"I have always had this car...you stink!" Kyle said as he smelled the alcohol on Will, who looked at his brother and flipped him the bird.

"Take that."

"Will, you're an idiot."

"And so are you." Will said. The rest of the ride to his place was in silence. Once home, Kyle helped his brother inside his apartment and shut the door.

"Will, you need to stop this...maybe if you stopped drinking, your job wouldn't be in jeopardy." Kyle said, helping his brother out of his boots.

"Shut up, Kyle, you don't know nothing."

"I know a lot."

"Yeah, right...tell me one thing you actually know."

"You're grieving for Karen, and that grief is leading you down a road of lonesomeness and poverty."

"Okay, you know a lot."

"I know how much you loved Karen...I know how much you two wanted to have a child...I know how much you miss her. But it's been two years, man. You're twenty six and not getting any younger. And the way you keep drinking, you won't live much longer...Clean up your damn act and find someone." Kyle said. Will looked at his younger brother and began to cry.

"God I miss her." Will said, putting his head into his brother's shoulder.

"I know you do, bro...but you can pull through this."

"Yeah I can...Thanks...I will try to improve myself."

"Good. Well, I am going to leave you. See you at work tomorrow. And please don't pull any more jokes on the Curator." Kyle said. Then he left his brother to finish getting ready for bed. Will climbed into bed and looked at the picture of his deceased wife and kissed it, before putting it back.

I pulled into the driveway, and got out. Rosie pulled in beside me, and followed me to the door. I unlocked it and let Rosie in first, before following her.

"I'm surprised you didn't do anything to her." Rosie said as she plopped down into a chair. I sat down on another chair.

"I didn't want to hurt her. It wasn't her fault. It's his. But I forgive him."

"Would you ever get back with him, if they split?"
"Hell no. Friends is all I want to be with him."

"Hey, the answering machine is blinking."

"Maybe it's the call we've been waiting for." I said, getting up and going to the machine. I pressed the play button and a man's voice came on.

"Good Morning Miss Michaels and Miss Eriksen. This is KyleThompson at the Cairo Museum. I received your letters and your resumes. And the Curator has decided to take you both on. The phone number here is (0)2 579 6974. I will be here till 8pm my time. It is now 6:25 my time, 11:26 yours. So give me a call when you receive this. Thanks."

"What time is it?" Rosie asked looking around the clock. The clock read 1:30.

"I guess I better call him." I said picking the phone up. I dialed the number and waited as the phone rang. Finally a man picked up.

"Cairo Museum, Will speaking."

"Hi this is Sonia Michaels."

"Um okay...and why are you calling?" he asked in an irritated tone.

"I had received a call from a Kyle Thompson. And I request that you lose the tone."

"Ma'am I will use whatever tone I want to use." he replied in anger. I was about to speak when I heard another man's voice in the background.

"Give me that. I swear on mom's grave, Will...stop being an ass..."

"Blah Blah Blah, just take the damn phone."

"Hello this is Kyle, is this Miss Michaels or Miss Eriksen?"

"This is Miss Michaels, but please call me Sonia."

"Alright, can do...I am so sorry for my brother's rudeness. He is an idiot...

"Am not"

"Hold on a minute...Will, go do something useful...Sorry about that."

"It's alright." I said, laughing. Rosie mouthed something but I didn't see what it was. I turned the phone on speaker.

"Like I said in the message, I received both yours and Miss Eriksen's letters and your resumes. And I talked to your boss, and from everything I have heard and read, you two are qualified for the job..."

"We're getting women to work here? Oh shit, this place is going down."

"Will. Shut up...I am so sorry about this, Sonia. This is unprofessional."

"No, it's alright."

"Are you sure? Do you still want the job, even though you'll have to deal with my idiot brother"

"I am not an idiot."

"Yes, we still want the job."

"Good...Great...when can you get here?"

"We need a week or two to get things packed. Unless you need us to come sooner?" I asked with a smile.

"No, that will be fine....I will meet you ladies at the airport...just let me know when you will be leaving and what time you will arrive here."

"Will do...Thank you so much. Good bye."

"Good bye." I hung up the phone and laughed as Rosie started to dance.

"We got the job...we got the job...we got the job!" she screamed over and over again. I smiled and joined her in dancing around the living room.

"We gotta start packing and calling people." I said, stopping.

"You're right. I will call my family after you, and pack while you call your family."

"Alright. And then we switch. But we have two weeks to do it. So let's do what we want this week and then pack next week." I said.

"I agree. What to do first?"

"No idea." I said. She shrugged and started to dance again. And once again, I joined her.

"Are you nuts to hire two women?" Will asked, as he stood against the wall- looking at his brother, who had his back to him.

"Hey...I don't mind...that way we will have a better perspective...and plus, I am not the one who wanted to hire them, Dr. O'Connell wanted to."

"Yeah, well, we both know his state of mind."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You know....his stories of his dad and grandparents on their adventures with a mummy who came back to life."

"Yeah...and don't forget about his great uncle and some Med-Jai named...what was it?...."

"Ardeth Bey."

"Oh yeah, that's right....but he does know what he is doing. Like I said- we need a different perspective. And two women would give us the perspective we need to keep this place up and running." Kyle replied.

"Whatever. All I will say about the matter is, they better be ugly."

"What?!"

"I want them to be ugly...I know what you will do, and I am just not ready for another relationship. Not yet."

"Will...you're unbelievable, you know that?" Kyle said, looking at his brother. Will shrugged his shoulders and left the room. Kyle went back to work, cleaning an old treasure box. He started cleaning the locking mechanism, when the box popped open.

"What the hell?" Kyle muttered. Will came back with some coffee and stared at the box. He came over and stood over his brother's shoulder, staring at the item inside it.

"What is that?" Will asked.

"I don't know...I don't read hieroglyphics well...do you?"

"No...what is the specialty for those women?"

"They're Egyptologists. Miss Michaels...according to her resume and transcript...she can read, write, and speak ancient Egyptian."

"Maybe having women around would be useful after all." Will said. They continued to stare at the object. Not knowing what to do with it.