This story picks up at the end of Citizen Joe. After I wrote "Security Violation," which I intended to be a stand-alone story, I was surprised that so many of you wanted the story to continue. I did have a couple of ideas to pursue, so I'm writing a longer story out of it. This Chapter really belongs before "Security Violation occurred, so I'm reposting with this one first. There's another chapter almost ready to post, that immediately follows "SV"– the one you are probably waiting for! Thanks for all the reviews! Please continue letting me hear from you.

Disclaimer: This story was writen for entertainment purposes only, and no money exchanged hands. Stargate Casper the Ghost are owned by big corporations, and I just borrowed them for fun.

As the rest of SG-1 escorted Joe Spencer from the briefing room, Daniel Jackson lingered behind, determined to continue the conversation with Jack O'Neill. He ran his hand over the smooth surface of the conference table, observing Jack out of the corner of his eye. As Jack turned to move back into his office, Daniel hurriedly followed him in.

There was a part of Daniel Jackson who had always known - suspected - no, known - that a part of Jack O'Neill was totally insane. He had decided that this little piece of insanity was somehow functional for Jack. That, at times, Jack needed to draw on his insanity to, well, keep the rest of him sane. That would explain some things. That would explain a lot of things, actually, Daniel thought to himself.

He entered the office as Jack was sliding into his chair on the other side of the desk. Daniel began, "Jack, I can't believe you. You've been seeing visions of Joe Spencer's life for seven years – seven years! – and it didn't occur to you that it was a little odd? Not the least bit strange? Is there anything else you'd care to share?"

Jack glanced up at Daniel, then dismissively turned to a report on his desk, brusquely flipping the folder open. "We've seen a lot of strange things over the past seven years."

"Jack! This is different!"

"Different? Such as going glowy, doing the whole 'Casper the friendly ghost'-thing?"

"Jack, not fair…."

"Daniel! I've been turned into some pre-historic Neanderthal, re-experienced the 70's thanks to ol' Sokar, switched bodies with Teal'c, had the entire database of the knowledge of the Ancients downloaded in to my brain not once but twice – twice! – and you think a couple visits to the bowling alley were going to seem worry-worthy?"

Daniel stood dumbfounded, looking open-mouthed at Jack.

Jack looked around uncomfortably, shuffling papers on his desk without really looking at them, then with a grimace returned his gaze to Daniel. "Besides, how many times had I warned you about not touching things, then I go and activate one…you think I was going to say something?"

Daniel snapped his mouth shut, staring at Jack. Then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and he laughed. And Jack laughed in return. And then they were both laughing so hard, both doubled over and they almost couldn't catch their breaths. Just at that moment, Walter entered the room.

"Sir, your 1300 appointment…." He trailed off, staring at the General and Dr. Jackson, as they desperately tried to stop laughing. "I'll just…ask him to wait…." And he backed out the door.

Daniel and Jack, who had almost sobered, looked at each other and broke out in laughter again.