Author's Note: Songs for this chapter are "End of the World - Julie London" and "Cities in Dust - Siouxsie And The Banshees". This song plays in the last segment.

Stay tuned for the next chapter for a surprise!

December 31, 1988

Coulson was waiting for her by the lamppost on Grundwasserteich in Tiergarten park. Snow lightly fell, stinging her cheeks in the light wind that brushed her face.

"No coffee today?", Christiane stopped in front of Coulson as he stood, brushing off snow from his coat's shoulders.

He smiled, gesturing to the path in front of them, "Let's go for a walk."

They walked in silence, boots crunching under the ice and snow. What felt like hours but just mere minutes, Coulson turned a corner, leading onto an empty path. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes darting around their surroundings before continuing.

"Tell me about yourself," he spoke, eyes looking forwards.

"What do you want to know?" Christiane replied, digging her hands deep into her pockets as she let out a breath.

"Who are you? I trust you enough now but I want to know who you are, not what your file says."

"I have a file?" Christiane smirked, another thing the Americans did so well in her time knowing them was their punctuality in noting everything down.

Coulson smiled, a shaky laugh breathing out ice into the air, "Lelia, there's no record of you anywhere."

She chuckled lightly, "I thought you said I had a file."

"You can't be traced. You're like a ghost, you don't exist now or in the past. All we have is a name and where you were born."

Christiane chuckled again, looking up to the grey sky, dampened sunlight shining through the clouds as she squinted slightly. She closed her eyes, letting the snowflakes prick her cheeks.

"What is it then? You lost someone? Heartbroken? Lost the will to live? Why are you in this?" Coulson looked to her, curiousity in his eyes masked by his professionalism.

She looked down, her eyes locking with his, "And why are you in this, Phil?"

He looked down to his feet briefly, before looking back up to her. Her eyes bright against the stark whiteness of the snow around them. "I want to help people, make the world a safer place. What about you?"

"I've lost everyone I ever loved. I have nothing else to lose except for my brother," she let out in a breath, before looking to the distance, trying to compose herself. Digging into the wound of her past, however numb she felt still hurt her.

Coulson looked around again before going to a park bench, brushing the snow off before they sat down, Christiane's eyes still set into the distance.

"Who were they?" He asked, eyes full of concern. He looked to her like a true friend, completely honest and kind to her.

She shook her head slowly, looking back to Coulson, her voice quiet against the drops of snow, "It's in the past.", trying to muster a reassuring smile.

Coulson nodded as he let out a shaky breath. He looked back to her, handing her a piece of paper from his coat pocket. "I need you to get the list of double agents with your contact."

"Give me 24 hours," she looked to the paper, an address of a club in the East.

"I'll come collect it from you personally tomorrow. Meet me in Alexanderplatz at noon. I'll be wearing a light blue scarf."

She nodded, standing up from the bench as she turned around ready to walk.

"Lelia?"

She turned back, looking to Coulson.

"I'm working on getting you two over."

"Thought you were joking."

He smiled, before turning around to his own way, "A promise is a promise."

Her boots echoed against the arcade tunnel as she took a final glance over her shoulder, ducking into a watch-repair shop.

"Guten Abend (Good evening)" A voice came from a middle aged man, hunched over a table in the corner as he looked through a magnifying glass onto a watch.

"Guten Abend. Ich möchte eine Uhr kaufen. Es hat zwei Zeitzonen.(Good evening. I would like to buy a watch. It has two time zones on it.)" she replied without giving a glance to the man, browsing the watch displays.

"Komm morgen um 8 Uhr abholen. Sie haben auch eine Nachricht (Come pick it up tomorrow at 8am. You also have a message)" The man gestured to a piece of paper sticking out under the lamp at his table.

Christiane crossed the shop, pulling it out quickly reading it.

Documents ready. Pack. Will come get you. - P.

"Danke (Thank you)." She quickly said, turning around, throwing the note into the watchmaker's fireplace as she went to the door.

"Frohes neues Jahr (Happy New Year.)" The man spoke in his baritone voice, eyes never leaving his work.

"Frohes neues Jahr (Happy New Year)."

She climbed back up onto the roof of their apartment, a flask in her coat pocket and a vinyl under her arm. Rudi sat in their usual deck chairs in the darkness of the night.

She tiptoed over to him, putting the disc on as it started to sing Julie London.

Why does the sun go on shining?

Why does the sea rush to shore?

Don't they know it's the end of the world

'Cause you don't love me anymore?

Fireworks started dancing in the air as they sat in silence, watching the city in front of them.

Why do the birds go on singing?

Why do the stars glow above?

Don't they know it's the end of the world

It ended when I lost your love

I wake up in the morning and I wonder

Why ev'rything's the same as it was

I can't understand, no I can't understand

How life goes on the way it does

"How did it go?" Rudi looked over to her, taking a swig of his cocktail glass before refilling it with whatever pink looking liquid was in the pitcher jug.

"He said he'll help us get over, have a new start. The documents are ready."

Rudi chuckled, as he pulled Christiane close to him, raising his glass into the air.

"To new beginnings. To you, my friend, my sister, Christiane."

Christiane had gone to the watchmaker in the morning, the microfilm now set into a watch in her pocket.

She walked onto Alexanderplatz, towering over most of the young people around her in her heeled boots as she walked, a hood over her head, coat flying in the wind.

She spotted Coulson in a blond hair wig as he acknowledged her with a nod. Christiane kept walking, ready to make the drop as she walked into him, dropping the watch into his pocket as she felt a piece of paper drop into her coat. They parted ways, walking into different directions. She quickly disappeared into the subway, holding onto that piece of paper between her fingers.

It was only when she got home, closing the front door behind her that she took out the paper, reading an address of a club with a note saying, "Ask for Henrik. Russian microfilm, tonight. Till tomorrow."

"And where have you been?" Rudi called from the kitchen still in pajamas as he stood leaning against the doorframe, a sandwich in his hands.

"Went to deliver a package to Coulson in Alexanderplatz," she went over to Rudi, giving him a hug before going into the kitchen, busying herself with lunch.

"He came personally to this hell hole? He must really trust you."

Christiane came back to Rudi, bread with butter and honey in hand as she handed the note to him.

"He said he'll come by to deliver us the documents then take us across in disguise tomorrow."

Rudi smiled, letting whatever tension from him go loose as he walked to the window, a smile of disbelief and happiness.

"Are you ready?" Christiane asked as she went to his side, the two looking out.

"I'm ready to leave all of this behind." He turned to her, a childish excitement to him, "Better get packing."

"I have a courier to do tonight." She hesitated, looking to Rudi.

"But you'll come straight back home after?" He asked, worry in his eyes.

"I promise."