Disclimer: Not mine.
A/N: Special thanks, and dedication, to my good friend KT. She's the one who gave me the word 'glance' and therefore spawned this.
When she walks into the squad room in the morning, hangs up her coat and sits down, he can tell how the rest of the day is going to be. He can tell if it's going to be frustrating and difficult, full of dead ends and no leads. He can tell if it's going to be mildy pleasant, with jokes and banter and an open and shut case. He can tell if it's just going to be another day, another date on the calendar, another number for the books.
He can tell with a glance in her direction. A flick of the eyes towards her, and his day is set.
With a simple glance.