"Your brothers ashes." Gibbs gently set down the small box onto your coffee table with a soft look of sympathy beneith his cold demeanor.

"His, uh, his captain was arrested yesterday, and his trial begins in a few months, I believe." He fiddled with his phone, tapping it against his palm, trying to sound sympathetic, but at the same time, his anger beneith his chest still showed through his voice.