A/N: Hello! After watching The Bourne Identity, I wanted to write it from Marie's POV - and that is what this story hopefully will be. If you have time, please tell me if this kind of story interests you! Thanks!
'Staunenswerte Gnade' is German for 'Amazing Grace.'
Disclaimer: I don't own The Bourne Identity or any of its characters.
Prologue
Hey, you know what? It's possible to swear in your head like twenty times in ten seconds. Who would've known? Not me, until I did it for two minutes straight.
I marched toward my car, which looked small and dull despite its red paint. All was quiet except for wailing sirens in the distance and a few insane birds chirping above. The world was flaunting its indifference for me. Giving me the silent treatment. I crunched up to my car, wishing I could feel my toes and fingers and ears. If I got inside, I could crank up the heat and fix that, at least.
I ripped my bag over my head and slammed it onto the bonnet, digging in the front pocket for my keys. Then I saw the little white slip of paper tucked under the right windscreen wiper. I yanked it free, my breath puffing white in front of my face.
"Scheiße!"
It was a parking ticket - Eine Knöllchen. But I hadn't even obstructed the alleyway; I'd been careful to park to the side!
I crumpled it and threw it on the ground. Then my bag plopped to the snowy asphalt. I knelt and shoved my hand into the pocket again, digging furiously for my keys. For just an instant, I couldn't find them. And for that horrible instant, I imagined my keys lying on the floor of the US Embassy, lost when I was busy shoving all that useless paper kack into my bag. No, no, no, no, no…I'd have to wait in line again…this could not happen to me! Not after everything else-
The first things I saw were his shoes. Dark, nondescript - filthy.
I didn't believe my eyes, but a second glance showed that yes, there was a random man standing ten feet away with a red bag over his shoulder, staring at me.