Gibbs folds his arms in front of his chest as he stands behind the glass with McGee. McGee eyes him suspiciously. He clears his throat, and Gibbs looks in his direction.

"Yes, McGee?"

"You should be the one interrogating her," he points out.

"DiNozzo is perfectly capable of questioning her."

"She's not on the same level," he points out, "She isn't going to break for him."

Gibbs watches the conversation going on in the other room. He listens to each word carefully. He realizes that the only person who can ask the right questions is a fellow Marine. He sighs, and taps on the glass with his knuckles. DiNozzo vacates his seat, and exits the room. He joins Gibbs. Without a word he takes a seat next to McGee.

"You're giving up?"

"She is a Marine General, and lawyer. That is your cup of tea."

He exits the room without another word. He takes a deep breath, and enters the interrogation room. He closes the door quietly, and crosses the room. He pulls out a chair, and takes a seat across the table from her. He studies her body language. She sits in an upright position in her chair. She has a rigid posture. Both of her hands rest in her lap. Her cover lies on the table next to her. She wears her uniform. Every button, pin, and medal are in proper order. She is impeccably groomed. She looks at him without an ounce of fear, or hesitation.

"Ma'am," he begins.

She locks eyes with him, but says nothing.

"We found gun powder residue on your hands, and your uniform," he informs her.

"I am aware."

He flips open a manila folder. He pushes a picture over to her side of the table.

"We found your prints on that weapon."

He allows for a response. She doesn't bite.

"That weapon is registered in your name."

Again she refuses to take the bait.

"Your DNA is all over that weapon."

She looks into his icy blue eyes. Her face remains neutral. Her body language doesn't change. He stares into the eyes of a well trained Marine.

"That weapon was used to murder your husband."

"I didn't kill him," she repeats.

"General would you like a lawyer?"

"I don't need a lawyer. I didn't do anything."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I wasn't there."

"I am not talking about the death of your husband. I am talking about the death of your marriage. You married then Captain Rabb nine years ago. The two of you moved to England for less than year, before you returned stateside. You refused to give up your career as a Marine. You returned stateside, and he stayed in London and finished out the year. My team went through your financial records. There were a lot of flight between DC, and London in the six months he was there without you. Then your financials show years worth of fertility treatments. Two years ago you finally got the child that you had been trying so hard to create. So tell me, why did you choose to separate when you worked so hard to create a family with your husband?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Did you want to be married, or were you more concerned with having a child?"

"We spent so much time trying to have a child that we neglected our marriage. After Izzy was born things just fell apart."

"Why?"

"I had planned on giving up my career to stay home with her."

"What happened?"

"The day that she was born I found out that I was up for promotion."

"Brigadier General. That is a big deal. Was your husband resentful that you made rank before he did?"

"No."

"Once again you were unwilling to give up your career?"

"Are you questioning my abilities as a mother?"

"No. I am questioning your state of mind."

"I just wanted to give her everything."

"You thought that a nanny could raise her?"

"No."

"Your husband thought you should stay home with her?"

"We both made compromises."

"He worked three days a week so that he could stay home with her the rest of the time. He sacrificed his career for her. You didn't give up anything. You stayed in your billet. You were promoted to brigadier general. It made him resentful towards you, didn't it?"

"I am the one who filed for separation," she points out.

"You resented his connection with your daughter," he suggests, grasping at straws.

"Why would I resent his connection with our child?"

"Why did you file for separation?"

"I was the one who refused to give up on having a child. I became obsessed."

"It drove a wedge between the two of you?"

"I was crushed when I realized that I was never going to carry a child."

"So you used the gestational carrier?"

"Yes."

"That anger just festered, didn't it? It didn't go anywhere. What happened six months ago? All of a sudden you just decided that you didn't want to be married anymore?"

"That isn't what happened."

"Why did you file for separation?"

"We pushed each other too far."

"Why did you separate?" He pushes her.

She swallows hard, "Six months ago I found out that he cheated."

"That made you angry?"

"What made me the angriest was that I never saw it coming."

"Husbands cheat."

"I never expected him to cheat."

"Nobody does."

"I found out that he struggled with monogamy the entire time we were married. It wasn't just once."

"How many times?"

"At least a dozen with nearly as many women."

"You found out six months ago?"

"A year ago when one of them called the house," she nods in confirmation.

"You hated him for ruining your perfect life. He obliterated your happy family."

"We went to counseling. I didn't want my child to have to come from a broken home."

"He couldn't change?"

"It was too late."

"What do you mean?"

"I could have forgiven him for the infidelity."

"But you didn't?"

"I couldn't forgive him for failing our child. I just couldn't get past the fact that he was the reason my daughter won't grow up in a two parent home."

"So you killed him?"